Short update, this is my dumbassery. Agnetha is indeed.. the baby. Dedicated to Anna/Suzy! xoxo
(Frida's POV)
I harshly woke up, not because of the cold the winter had brought along with it, but because of the woman who wouldn't stop changing her positions beside me.
"Agnetha, what's the matter with you?"
She just continued rolling to her left, then to her right, as if she didn't hear my question, and finally stopped in a fetal position.
"Baby, wha--"
"Shut the fuck up Frida! I hate your voice, it's irritating!" to my surprise, she cut me off with a loud, high-pitched yell, and quickly covered her face up with a blanket.
"What the hell is wrong with you", I mumbled, but immediately covered my mouth. I waited for some seconds to see if she heard it but thankfully, she didn't.
I stood up from the bed, and went to the window to look outside. It was the first day of snowfall. Slippery roads, cups of coffee, layers of blankets, here we go again.
After a few minutes, I thought it would be better to go downstairs and make us some breakfast, but just when I opened the door of our bedroom, Agnetha hugged me from the back.
"Can you carry me downstairs, please?" she asked, though I couldn't see her face, I knew she had those "puppy eyes" again.
My moody baby. I faced her and without saying anything, I lifted her up by her back and legs, like she was my bride (well she is). She entangled her arms around my neck as we went down the stairs.
As soon as we reached the kitchen, she quickly went down on her feet and searched for something in one of the cabinets. I leaned my back against the kitchen counter, just observing every move she made. It didn't take long and she took out a compress bag and filled it with hot water. I immediately knew what was happening. It was that time of the month.
I smirked, and alas, she saw it.
"What's so funny?!" she yelled again, putting the hot compress against her lower belly.
"Someone can't have...fun tonight," I said with a teasing smile, locking my arms together. I quickly wished I didn't.
"I hate you so much Frida!" She cursed with a deadly glare. "You annoy me too fucking much! Go away!"
My expression got serious as I raised one of my eyebrows in response. The anger on her face from was quickly wiped out.
"I.. I'm sorry baby," Agnetha said, turning away and walking towards the living room.
I just smiled to myself. She was always like this every "month", and I was really used to it, though it sometimes pisses me off. Shortly, I began making the food. I decided to cook chicken soup and toast some bread. It would do perfectly for this kind of weather.
I put everything on a tray and carried it to the living room.
I found Agnetha laying on the couch while watching the television. She quickly sat up as she saw me approaching. I put the food down on the table across the couch, and sat down beside her. She turned the television off, and afterwards sat astride me on my lap, entangling her arms around my neck once again.
She sighed, "I'm sorry Frida, I'm just--" I immediately kissed her to cut her off. "It's okay, I understand, now you should eat. You need it."
She just nodded and moved beside me. She reached for a toast and a bowl of soup and began to eat. I chuckled to myself. She was so lovely. My baby was so lovely. I just stared at her for some time, until she noticed it. She suddenly raised a spoonful of soup to my mouth, and of course I accepted it. We spent half an hour finishing our breakfast.
"Does it still hurt?" I asked her as she held the hot compress against her lower belly again.
"Yes it does," she replied, frowning.
"Hmm... Let's just watch movies, listen to music, and eat lots of snacks all day, yeah?"
Agnetha's face brightened up with a smile, her cute teeth gap showing. "And kiss and cuddle up, wrapped in blankets?" She added, excitement evident on her tone.
I felt my heart melt. "Yes, my princess." I responded, kissing her on the forehead.
"What did I do to deserve you, baby?" Agnetha out of nowhere asked and started to sob. Her mood swings indeed are... "yeehaw"
I just laughed out loud and pulled her as close as possible to me.
I swear I'd do anything to make her that happy, always.
