Frida left the clinic with a few brochures in hand. It was Monday afternoon and she had given herself the task of finding out about the rehabilitation program for alcoholics offered by a place that she saw on the internet. The clinic looked good and everything seemed very well organized. She had hope, surely she would convince Benny to enter the program. She walked through the parking lot until she reached her car, the icy air blew through her hair, tousling her hair, today she felt different. Knowing that she was pregnant was something special and completely beautiful. She made an appointment with her gynecologist except that he was out of town and it would be in ten days, so that morning she took another home test that indicated the approximate weeks of gestation and apparently she was only four weeks of pregnancy. It was extremely small.
Frida drove home, surely Benny would already be there, she would talk to him tonight. She knew he might be reluctant at first, but she was already mentally preparing herself. Sure enough, Benny's car was already there. Frida got out of the car and hurried inside, leaving her bag and coat on the hall rack and following the smell of food.
Benny was in the kitchen supervising the cookies he baked. He came home early from work and, not finding his wife at home, he decided to spend his time cooking something delicious for the two of them. He made a champagne chocolate cookies. He looked up from his creation as he heard his wife enter the kitchen. "Smells delicious in here!"
"Welcome home, Mrs. Andersson," Benny kissed his wife as she came over to greet him.
"Woah, cookies," she took one but it was still warm so put it back on the tray.
"I made them just for you," Benny pointed out proudly. "Sit down."
Frida sat on one of the benches at the marble kitchen island and followed the movements of the love of her life. Benny loved to cook, she knew that. He tidied up the place and placed the cookies on a special plate, brought out a bottle of wine and two glasses, then sat down next to his wife. "Cookies with wine?" she scoffed awkwardly.
"Wait till you try them," he took a cookie and brought it to her mouth, feeding her himself. He waited for her reaction.
"Umm, it tastes like..." she frowned as she savored it.
"Champagne. Delicious, right?"
Frida forced herself to swallow that mouthful, but it would be the only one. She was pregnant and couldn't consume alcohol, not even in a cookie. But he didn't know. "Yes, although a little strong to my liking"
"To your liking? You love champagne." He bit into the cookie he had earlier given her. "Mmm, this is exquisite."
Frida wiped her mouth with a napkin. "You are quite a chef."
"Your personal chef," he walked over and kissed her sweetly, a kiss they both enjoyed. "I missed you quite a lot today."
Frida felt that she would melt with tenderness right there, he made her legs weaken. She would take advantage of his good mood to talk about rehab. "And so did I. I'm always missing you."
"But I'm always here," he kissed her temple.
"Not always," she said quietly, he got confused. "I've felt like I'm losing you for a while now, Benny."
He took her hands and shook his head. "No, never. Don't even think about it."
She sighed. "But that's how I feel. We have a problem."
He frowned. "Problem?"
"Yes, the last four months..." he interrupted her.
"No. Frida, let's forget what happened, it was very silly."
