Pretty Aunt Frida❤️‍🔥

Baby On Board?

I have many questions about Björn's outfit btw-)

I would recommend listening to 'Love Is A Losing Game' By Amy Winehouse to really get the feel for this chapter❤️

BennyFrid are so chaotic in this and I LOVE IT <3

April 11th, 1989:

"I really think you should go to the doctor, baby. You've been like this for days now." Benny sighed, rubbing her back as she lay on top of him.
"I'm fine Benny, it's probably just the menopause." Frida giggled sleepily.

"Aren't you too young for that?!" He asked, clearly rather shocked.
"Darling, I'm 43, it's not that unusual."
"But I read a book when you were pregnant with our Luddie  that said menopause usually happens between the age of 45-55." He frowned in confusion, looking down at his wife.
"You are correct, however, there is also a think called 'Early Menopause' which starts when you're 40-45. I'm sure that's what's going on with me." She bit her lip nervously.

"Do you think you should do a test?-" Benny began to say, but he was rudely interrupted.
"No! Don't be ridiculous, Benny. I'm too old to do all that again. Plus it's incredibly unlikely since we haven't even been trying. The chances of getting pregnant after even 35 lowers dramatically, let alone over 40." But now that he'd planted the thought in her mind, she couldn't seem to get the worry out of her head.

"I know, but shall we get a test just so they don't go through the whole 'Are you a woman? Well, take a pregnancy test!' monologue?" Benny asked, looking at Frida for confirmation. She nodded and he slowly got up, taking care not to rush her.
"Where are you going?" Frida whined, rolling onto her back.
"To the pharmacy. I'll be back in a bit, I promise." He smiled, kissing her forehead.
"But how am I meant  to look after Ludvig when I'm like this?!" Frida threw her head back against the pillows, trying to best to control the nausea.

"Luddie can always come up here to lie with you." Benny suggested calmly.
"Fine, but just don't take too long, Benny-Boy." She blew him a kiss, which he caught.

After leaving the room, he conveniently bumped into the 7-year old himself.
"Hey, would you mind going up to give mamma a big, big cuddle for me? I just need to pop to the shops to grab something but she's not feeling well and I don't want to leave her all by herself." Benny explained quickly, bolting down the stairs.

Ludvig grinned happily, bursting into his parents bedroom and making Frida scream in fright.
"Minsting, don't scare me like that! Come up here." She patted the space next to her, and Ludvig scrabbled next to his mother.
"I'm sorry you're poorly mamma, I love you." He hugged Frida around the waist.  They fell asleep together, Frida cuddling her darling baby boy.

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"Frida? Fridaaa?" Benny called as he climbed up the stairs, bag in hand.
"Shh pappa, mamma's asleep!" Ludvig shouted fiercely, prodding his father in the belly.
"Ow, you little- angel." He blinded corrected himself at the end.

"Luddie? Oh hello!" She reached out to kiss his soft lips, taking the bag from his hands eagerly.
"Do you have the stuff?" Frida gazed at the bag, eyes mingled with excitement and a tinge of fear, searching for the item that would change their lives so drastically.

"You might want to think about how that could be interpreted, love." He chuckled, standing next to her so he could gaze at the thing in her hands too.
"Oh shut up, you! Ludvig, is daddy being a silly-billy? Yes he is!" Frida ruffled their hair, and he swatted her away half-heartedly.
"Mamma, I'm not a baby!" The blonde complained.

"No, but we might have another one soon." Benny whispered in his wife's ear, sneakily snaking his arms around her middle, caressing her sides.
"Mhh, don't give yourself false hope, I'm 43." She purred back, even though the smile on her rosy lips was clearly visible.