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As Björn's birthday week had come along, he and Agnetha decided it would be nice to spend a few days together. To come up with an idea was one thing, organizing it was another. Both understood it was much too risky for him to stay at her house, even if it was a night or two during the week like they had been. It was now time for Agnetha to visit his flat instead. She wanted to spend his birthday with him and this was a great way for her to.

Linda and Christian were set to believe Agnetha would be visiting Frida for a few days in Switzerland. They were shocked to hear it, knowing their mother is terrified to fly, but they didn't comment much. Björn offered to give her a ride to the airport so the children didn't have to worry about it. By 3 PM, they had left her home and had gone into Stockholm, where Björn owns his flat.

After their dinner and two glasses of wine, the lovebirds found each had an inability to keep themselves away from each other. Their bodies as well as their souls had a longing to be with one another just as if it had suddenly rained after a drought.

Björn laid back and accepted her kisses, allowing her to lay over his body. Working on the first button of his shirt, they giggled  and exchanged kisses until her cellphone rang a second time since she had been gone.

"Don't answer," he said, feeling up her back beneath her shirt. She laughed and shook her head.

"No, I have to," she pulled back from him and dug out her phone. She answered finding it was Linda again and returned to Björn. They said their hellos while Agnetha took a seat on Björn's lap.

"You're calling again, Linda. What's going on? You don't even call me this often when I'm home," she laughed.

"That's because you're always home. I wanted to chat with Aunt Frida this time actually," she laughed. "I want to ask her something." Björn and Agnetha looked to one another thinking of what to say. It was the second time she had asked about Frida, first time she wanted to pass a hello and this time she has a question.

"Uh, Frida... she's in the bathroom. She can't chat now," she explained. "Maybe when she's out I can have her call you. The question won't work for me? You can ask me."

"Again? No doesn't work for you."

"Yes, again," she gave a look to Björn who had motioned to her to explain more. "She uh, has an upset stomach, diarrhea. The weather." Björn laughed slightly and Agnetha covered his mouth. He began to kiss her palm and up along her forearm making her bite her lip in attempt to keep herself from laughing from the ticklish feeling.

"Oh, it's not serious is it?" She chuckled. "Okay, well that's fine, I'll wait for her to call."

"Okay, sweetheart, and no, no it's not serious. It just, uh I don't know, suddenly came up." A few moments later they ended the call and Björn and Agnetha fell back into heavy laughter.

"I have to call Frida," she said while she dialed, Björn was busy on her neck while she waited for the ring. The two women greeted one another until Agnetha let her know.

"So, I need a favor," Agnetha said as she straddled over Björn.

"Anything for you, Ag."

"Good. If Linda calls, I'm in Zermatt with you. And you have a case of diarrhea."

"Diarrhea? Really?"

"I'm sorry," she laughed. "I really did not think this through."

"You're gonna have to tell me why, first. Second, where are you really?"

"You really don't want to know," she kissed Björn's lips and snickered quietly, brushing the tip of her nose against his.

"Actually I do, if it's important enough to hide it from your daughter and me."