A/N: Many of you have requested this, so I truly hope you enjoy this story. You visited Sebastian while he was on location and you couldn’t bring yourself to tell him that you are pregnant. Here we are two weeks later and Sebastian is back.
One of the joys after wrapping a film is the long break in between that I get with Sebs. Sebastian has been back for three days and he’s already received the script for his next film. I try not to think about it because it would be maddening to know that he will be on location again before I could finish this sentence. He flips through the script, grins to himself and places it on his pillow. He caught me staring at him and he winks, I look away blushing knowing that he still has that giddy effect on me.
“Tonight should be fun.” He says.
“Uh-huh.” I say refocusing on the task at hand as I slowly pulled my jeans up my thighs.
Tonight we are meeting a few friends for dinner and I should’ve known the night it was going to be when I couldn’t fit into my favorite jeans.
“Didn’t you buy those a few weeks ago?” He asked, watching as I struggled to button my jeans as he smoothly and effortlessly slipped his jeans on.
I glared at him, silently cursing at him, “they must’ve shrank in the dryer.” I lied.
He senses my annoyance and he quietly comes up behind me and rubs my stomach tenderly.
“I just want you to know that you do not look fat.”
I elbowed him. “Thanks for that.” I say rolling my eyes at him.
He laughs and kisses me on the cheek, “No, but seriously, you look beautiful, Doll.” He continues to rub my stomach and I place my palm over his.
Tell him my inner voice says.
“Sebastian.” I say softly looking at him through the mirror.
“Yes, Dollface.” He groans, breathing heavily into my ear.
I closed my eyes and rested my full weight against his naked chest, feeling him stir awake in his pants.
“Sebastian.” I say again all breathy.
He turns me around so that we are face-to-face, “hmm.” He hums before he devoured my lips. He pulls away a minute later, “what is it?”
I opened my eyes. “What’s what?” I asked as the sexual wave echoed and splashed around us.
“You were saying something…”
“Oh, yes.” I blinked. “I’m…I’ll be ready to go in a minute.”
He knits his brow and slips his sweater over his head. “Okay.”
We met up with four of our friends at a low-key restaurant on the lower east side where Sebs and Alan were the comedians of the group. The second round of drinks arrived and since I didn’t drink it wasn’t unusual to be the only sober one in the group. I sipped my sparkling water and picked at the artichoke dip and toasted bread in my plate, wary of anything that could upset my stomach.
After the waiter placed a plate in front of each us I stared down at my wild salmon and roasted broccoli, it’s scent hit my nose and the bile immediately rises up to the back of my throat. I excused myself and made a mad dash for the bathroom.
“Are you alright?” I hear a voice ask as I flushed and emerged from the stall.
I turned on the faucet and rinsed my mouth with water. “I’m fine.” I reply, looking at my reflection.
“Sebastian said you were recovering from a cold and I thought I would come in and check on you.”
“Thanks.” I say, running my soapy hands under the water.
“You are one of the healthiest person I know and you being sick is…” Ann’s widened eyes stares at me through the mirror,“Oh my fucking God! You’re not sick, you’re preg-“
“Don’t say it,” I cut her off. “He doesn’t know.”
“Hun you have to tell him.”
“I know.” I paused. “I don’t know how to say it, this has happened so fast, I know he wants kids, we’ve had the talked, but—“ I trailed off.
“But, what?” Ann asked.
I shook my head, turned off the faucet and wiped my hands on the napkin. “Nothing.” I say. “Let’s head back, they might be wondering what happened to us.” I tossed the napkin in the trash and opened the door.
“I was about to call the cavalry,” Sebastian laughs as I took my seat next to him. He kisses my cheek. “Everything, alright?”
I inhaled his scent and kissed the soft spot between his neck and shoulder. “Everything is fine, baby.”
Ann glances at Sebs and quickly looks away when she noticed I was staring at her. Alan makes a comment and the entire table erupts in laughter, my dinner debacle forgotten.
Back at home and freshly showered, Sebastian and I are in bed, he flips open his script.
“Do you have to read that now?” I asked.
“No.” He says and places it on the table next to bed. I rest my head on his chest and he stroked my lower back. “Doll, what’s going on?”
“What do you mean?”
“Something is off. I sensed it when you visited. Is it Andie, do you still think? You know I’m not attracted to her.”
“What? No, oh my God, Sebastian. I haven’t thought about Andie, since you fucked that thought out of head.”
“Then what is it?”
“You’re right something is off.” I hesitated.
He sits up expectantly.
TELL HIM, my inner self screams.
I gaze into his warm blues. “I just haven’t been myself, recovering from this cold has been a slow process and I’m just tired.”
“Are you sure that’s it?”
No, no that’s not it. I am lying to you and you know it. I am six weeks pregnant with your child, I haven’t eaten a decent meal in two weeks because everything upsets my stomach. I am scared and emotional and I think I am losing my fucking mind, so no, I am not sure about anything.
I nod. “Yes, babe.” I say reassuringly.
Satisfied with my answer, he kisses my forehead and turns out the light. “Okay, love.”
I picked up the iPad and the screen awakens. It’s 3:08 AM. I turned to face him, my eyes adjusting to the darkness as I made out his ruffled hair and silhouette. I stared at him, his face serene and soft. “Sebastian, I’m pregnant.” I whispered. His arm jerks and he pulls me closer to his chest as his soft snoring continued.
While you probably won’t see the Easter bunny in Italy, you will find some interesting celebrations. The Monday following Easter, la Pasquetta is also a public holiday. While the days before Easter feature solemn processions in a religious context, Easter itself is a joyous celebration. While Easter mass will take place in every church in Italy, the biggest and most popular one is held by the Pope at Saint Peter’s Basilica. On Good Friday, the Pope celebrates the Via Crucis (Stations of the Cross) in Rome near the Colosseum. A huge cross with burning torches lights the sky as the stations of the cross are described in several languages. At the end, the Pope gives a blessing. Solemn religious processions are held in many towns on Friday or Saturday and sometimes on Easter Sunday. Many churches have special statues of the Virgin and Jesus that play a big part in the processions. The statues may be paraded through the city or displayed in the main square. Parade participants are often dressed in ancient costumes. Olive branches and palm fronds are used in the processions and to decorate churches.
Enna in Sicily has a large procession on Good Friday, with more than 2,000 friars dressed in ancient costumes walking through the streets of the city. Trapani, also in Sicily, is a good place to see processions, held several days during Holy Week. Their Good Friday procession (Misteri di Trapani) is 24 hours long. These processions are very dramatic. What’s believed to be the oldest Good Friday procession in Italy is in Chieti in the Abruzzo region - the procession with Selecchi’s Miserere played by 100 violins is very moving. Some towns, such as Montefalco and Gualdo Tadino in Umbria, hold live scenarios during the night of Good Friday or plays enacting the stations of the cross or Via Crucis, and beautiful torch light processions are held in Umbria in hill towns such as Orvieto and Assisi.
In Florence, Tuscany, Easter is celebrated with the Scoppio del Carro, explosion of the cart. A huge, decorated wagon is dragged through Florence by white oxen until it reaches Basilica di Santa Maria del Fiore in the historic center. Following mass, the Archbishop sends a dove-shaped rocket into the cart, igniting fireworks. This spectacular display is followed by a parade in medieval costumes.
Sulmona, in the Abruzzo region, celebrates Easter Sunday with La Madonna Che Scappa in Piazza. People dress in green and white (colors of peace, hope, and resurrection) and gather in the main piazza. The woman playing the Virgen Mary is dressed in black. As she moves to the fountain, doves are released and the woman is suddenly dressed in green. Music and feasting follow.
The island of Sardinia is a part of Italy steeped in tradition and a good place to experience festivals and holidays. Because of its long association with Spain, some Easter traditions are strongly linked to the Spanish Semanta Santa.
Since Easter is the end of the Lent season, food plays a big part in the celebrations. Traditional Easter foods in many places include lamb or goat, artichokes, and special Easter breads that vary from region to region. Pannetone and Colomba (dove shaped) breads are often given as gifts, as are hollow chocolate eggs that usually come with a surprise inside.
Easter Monday - La Pasquetta
On Easter Monday, some cities hold dances, free concerts, or games involving eggs. In the Umbrian hill town of Panicale, cheese is the star. Ruzzolone is played by rolling huge wheels of cheese around the village walls. The objective is to get your cheese around the course using the fewest number of strokes. Following this contest, there’s a band in the piazza and of course, wine. Easter Monday is a time to gather with friends and have fun.