The Way Old 'Friends' Do

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*MATURE*

1980:

Agnetha was sat on the grass outside of her house, playing with her 2 and 1/2 year old son. He was very engrossed in a fire truck game and she tried her best to keep up.
"And then the firetruck goes nee-naw nee-naw nee-naw!" Christian clapped his hand excitedly, rolling the cars all over the ground.

7 year old Linda Ulvaeus came confidently striding confidently towards them, clutching 2 glasses of lemonade.
"For you, mamma." She kisses her cheeks sweetly, trying her best not to get dirt on her skirt as she sat down.
"Linda, we don't have time. Pappa and Lena will be here soon." Agnetha kissed her forehead.
"I know mamma! That's why I asked Aunt Frida to come visit you so you wouldn't be sad when we left." She cuddled her mother, shoving her younger brother to the ground.
"Linda, apologise to Christian please." The blonde woman replied firmly.
"But I didn't do anything wrong!" The girl feigned a look of innocence.
"You know you did, say sorry."
"Fine, I apologise Christian." Linda didn't sound at all convincing.

"That's my girl. Now, when did aunt Frida say she was coming round?" She tried not to get her hopes up, Frida was very spontaneous.
"Soon, why?" Her daughter eyed her suspiciously and Agnetha blushed.
"No reason."
"Where's my lemonade?!" The little boy pouted.
"You're sharing with mamma."
"No Linny, I want my own!" He began to cry in frustration.
"You can have mine." The mother replied quickly, wanting to avoid an argument at all costs.
"But I wanted you to have it." The young girl replied in a injured tone.
"I know sweetie, but-"

"PRETTY AUNT FRIDA!" Christian screamed, running over to a beautiful redhead as fast as he could. Agnetha swallowed hard, unable to take her eyes off her.
"I rather like this title, you know." She giggled, placing him on her hip while he played with her hair. "But since I'm labelled the 'pretty' one does that mean there's another aunt Frida I don't know about? Where is she hiding?" Frida faked peering over Christian's shoulder, making eye contact with her girls.
"No, Aunt. I just meant you're the prettiest person ever." He said sincerely.
"Oh look at me, I've gone all red!" She smiled, pleased with the answer.
"Red like your hair!"
"Yes." She stroked his cheek affectionately.
"And how's my favourite Goddaughter?" Frida asked Linda, sitting down cross-legged beside her with the boy squirming in her lap.
"Good! I came second in the spelling test." She told her mother's best friend ('cough cough') proudly.
"Second?! Well done little miss brainiac!" She patted Linda's head.

"Where's uncle Benny?" The children looked around, as though expecting him to emerge out of thin air.
"Uncle Benny is on a work trip right now, remember?"
"I miss uncle Benny, he gives me sweeties." Christian said forlornly.
"Aunt Frida, when am I going to have little cousins?" Linda asked brightly. She couldn't wait for them to come one day. Agnetha didn't like this question one bit, but obviously had to keep quiet. She felt the older woman squeeze her hand and was instantly calmed.
"I don't know darling. We may have one in a little while but we're not completely sure yet. We already have 4 children in between us as I'm sure you know. I only want one or two more if we do though. Maybe 2 so they have a sibling to grow up with. I never had that you see."
"What about you mamma? Will you have any more?" Agnetha felt how Frida turned her eyes on her in silent alarm.

"No." She  replied without a second thought.
"How come?" Her daughter asked, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
Because I'm a lesbian and who only got pregnant with you out of peer pressure from the straight society. Agnetha thought to herself.
"I don't fancy being pregnant anymore." Her voice clearly said she was done discussing the issue.

They chatted about various topics for a few minutes before Björn arrived but this time not accompanied by his fiancée.
"Hello ladies." He winked at them and Frida got up to give him a hug, shielding her eyes from the Stockholm summer sun. The younger woman couldn't help but feel a sudden surge of jealousy when she saw this scene, but tried her best to ignore it. I'll have her to myself soon, all mine. I'll make her forget her own name. Agnetha smiled wickedly, imagining how her idea would play out.
"What's gotten into you, Anna?" Björn asked playfully, though he could never guess the true answer.
"Oh nothing, just the heat." She felt Frida grinning  beside her, and knew they were thinking the same thing.

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