Hey! This is the first oneshot and I dedicate it to Danica. It's based on... well, the photo above (the kid wouldn't be named Linda or Lotta). Again, this is an AU.
Have fun and please, please tell me what you think in the comments xox thank you!
*"Mor" means mother in Swedish lol
(Agnetha's POV)
5th of April, 1976.
"Shhhhhhhh..."
"Mor, are you sure Mamma wouldn't get mad at us?"
I woke up to some sounds of soft giggles and whispers. Instead of opening my eyes immediately, I pretended to be asleep for a while. I wondered what those two were up to again.
"Agnes, don't worry, I'm sure once she sees your face first and not her own, she wouldn't mind it" I heard Frida said while laughing.
My face? What's with my face?
"But I'm still scared, Mor!"
"Shhhhh. Let's not wake your Mamma up yet. It's still early, sweetie."
Out of curiosity, my eyes fluttered open.
"What did you and your naughty Mor do again?" I asked Agnes. She's my child. Well, she's Frida and I's daughter. It felt really good and fulfilling to say that.
"Why don't you see for yourself?" Frida teased.
"Oop! I'm out of here!" Agnes yelled and hurriedly went out of our room.
I went up from the bed and looked at myself on the bathroom mirror. On my forehead, "Grattis på födelsedagen, Mamma!" was written in messy handwriting and in different colors. Agnes did it, I knew. On my left and right cheek, there were three kiss marks each, which obviously were left by Frida. Why would she wear lipstick that early anyways?
I washed and scrubbed my face until it was cleaned. What they did was cute though. (and I'm not sarcastic about it)
"Tell me. How deep did I really sleep for not being able to wake up while the two of you messed up with me again?" Pretending to have an irritated look on my face, I asked Frida as I stared at her in the eyes through her reflection on the mirror.
"If Agnes grows up to be a brat, I wouldn't even wonder how or why. Her Mor, also known as Frida, is a bad example to her anyways." This time, I faked rolling my eyes at her. The smile on her face quickly disappeared.
"Love, I'm sorry", she responded as she walked towards me.
"Well, no." She put her arms around my front and rested her chin on my right shoulder. I couldn't believe how easily this woman took everything I showed or told her seriously. Maybe she really loves me that much, I thought to myself. I smiled internally.
I broke away from her back hug. She sighed and looked down. Couldn't she really sense that I was just playing with her?
"Anna, I'm really sorry, love. Happy Birthday. There's breakfast downstairs. I love you."
Oh no.
As she made her first step towards the bathroom door, I quickly reached her by the waist to turn her back to me. "Hey baby, I was just kidding", I smirked at her as I entwined my hands on her nape. She just stared at me for a few seconds, then gave me a pout. Typical Frida.
