With the same delicacy with which she opened, Frida closed the door to her tiny apartment with a sharp push of hips. Her hands were full, occupied with paper shopping bags, that's why it was impossible to remove the now long strands of bangs that covered her eyes due to the sudden movement. But neither the bags nor the bangs were worthy of her attention as much as the little lump hanging on her chest. Frida looked down to check on her little treasure, and smiled when she saw her sleeping peacefully; her blonde long lashes making a dim shadow under her closed eyes, her tiny left hand resting on her breast, like every time she slept. Her little Synni, she was just perfect. Her skin was as white as the snow with the softeness that babies owned, her short wavy dark blonde hair and her features... well, she was a copy of her mother. A total angel.
Frida entered the open place and put the bags on the marvel counter, being careful not to disturb her daughter's sleep. It was Friday and, as soon as she called work off, Frida went grocery shopping to the nearest supermarket. Luckily she had a car, her old black BMW, the one she managed to buy when she turned 20 as a result of her lifetime savings. It was no longer in perfect conditions but it was just fine, at least it helped them move under the snow during these winter days.
Synni removed in her chest and Frida rubbed her little back. It was better if the little one remained asleep at the moment, so she could take advantage and do the cleaning. "Ssh sleep, baby." Frida sweetly muttered as she repeatedly kissed her blonde head. She looked around the place; there were toys in the couch— overall teddy bears, blankets, feeding bottles, mini towels and the beige stroller that one of her dearest friends gifted her exactly one month before giving birth. That was the panorama of every day and she loved it.
It's true she didn't expect to become a mother, at least not the way events happened, but since she knew about the little being developing in her womb her life changed in the most beautiful way. Not everything was color pink in the beginning, and even nowadays she struggled from time to time, but she loved her daughter and she would go through the same path just for her, her most precious treasure. With her, Frida didn't feel alone. With her, Frida felt comforted, because she was the gift of the most beautiful bond she had ever had with anyone, and even if it no longer existed Frida had her, and that was enough.
Frida sighed and kissed her daughter's head again. Quickly, she wiped away the single lonely tear that slipped down her cheek unnoticeably. It hurt to remember, it hurt to know she messed it up. It was for the best, she mentally repeated that sentence that had became a mantra. But deep down, something told her it was a poor decision.
Frida left the tortuous thoughts behind and walked to the back door, to the one and only bedroom. With her left hand supporting the baby weight through the baby fular, Frida turned on the light, the image wasn't too much different from the one outside; to the left beside her bed stuck to the wall was a crib, accompanied by a rolling baby cart that contained different utensils, a wooden wardrobe especially for Synni's clothes was also part of the furniture together with the amount of diaper bags hanging on the rack. Not to mention the clothes she hurriedly left over her bed this morning. Her bedroom was not only her bedroom but their bedroom, and she loved it. However, Frida had very clear that she'd need to unoccupy the laundry room to turn it into another room, for now Synni was only nine months old but she'd eventually need her own space. Or who knows, maybe soon they would find another place to live, one bigger and comfortable for both of them.
Carefully, Frida sat on bed and undid the knot of the fular on her back. Once loosened up, she removed it and held Synni against her chest. Synni pouted and made a tiny baby sound but remained asleep. Frida took her to her padded crib, the sheets were beige and the complements a soft light pink. Totally adorable. "We're home baby." She sang softly. "Sleep well, I'm right here." She covered the girl with the sheet and stayed there a moment, rubbing her belly and admiring her. She was totally beautiful, Frida was in love to the bone with her, enchanted.
