Judging by the look on her face, riding horses was out of the question. Ed dropped the boots and reached for a pair of sneakers instead, but he wasn’t prepared for the next thing Rosie had to say. She needed a pregnancy test? For what reason? They weren’t trying. In fact, they were taking precautions to not get pregnant. Sure, they had discussed the idea and were planning to start the process to expand their family in the next year, but it wasn’t something he consciously thought about during their most intimate moments, and he never wanted her to feel any pressure about it. He froze a little; he was standing in place and staring at her. “A—a pregnancy test?” he asked, repeating her words, uncertain about what he heard the first time. “Baby—why do you need a test?” He asked the questions, but he already started to grab the things he would need for a trip to a pharmacy: his wallet, of course, but also a pair of sunglasses and a baseball cap. He did not to be stopped by a single fan or caught by a camera on an outing like this. The slightest whispers would be enough to start rumors.
“Listen,“ he started to say on his way out the door but then looked back at Rosie and saw that she was still showing all the visible signs of panicking. He held her face with both of his hands and made her look into his eyes, “I’ll go to the pharmacy. I’ll get three or four tests, some medicine for your stomach, maybe some crackers, and plenty of water,” he said, still believing that it could be a stomach bug or a bout of food poisoning. It had to be something like that. Something they could just wait out, treat accordingly, and in a few hours or days, she would magically feel better. “I love you,” he told her just as he was leaving and blew a kiss and a wink as if to say, ‘It’s going to be fine.’ He hated the idea of leaving her behind while her mind was spinning, but he had to do this. The actor went to the front lobby and informed the receptionist that his plans for that evening had changed, and if it wasn’t too much trouble, he needed a car that would take him into town.
A car was already waiting outside. For now, he had a single mission. To find a pharmacy and get the things he promised her. As soon as he saw that green plus sign indicative of any European pharmacy, he knew that he was in the right place and walked inside without hesitation. He knew very well what the box of a pregnancy test looked like, but everything inside the store was in Portuguese. He didn’t know which kind of test Rosie wanted, or needed, and seeds of panic started to set in for him, too. He had to trust his intuition and picked out a few of each kind. He also grabbed the waters and crackers, and some nausea relief medicine, still believing it had to be that, that was upsetting her stomach. There was, thankfully, a self-check out line. He handled it and took the bag and left the store, and made a beeline back to the car. The whole excursion took him less than fifteen minutes.
“On my way back to you,” he texted Rosie once back in the car, and added, “Stop freaking out.” He knew that she was probably still panicking in that suite, but he wouldn’t allow his mind to go there until he was back with her.
He walked through the lobby inconspicuously, but holding on tightly to the bag in his hands until he was standing in front of the door. He gave a couple of warning knocks before opening the door with a room key. “Rose?” he called her name, and she replied from inside the bathroom. He walked further inside and saw her standing there facing the mirror. He placed his hand on the small of her back and rubbed it soothingly, “I got everything,” he said, letting out the breath he was holding in as he set the bag on the marble countertop. The contents spilled out including the pregnancy tests.
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