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Frida took a deep breath before walking into the kitchen where her mother was preparing dinner. Her father was at his work and would be home for another half hour, her brothers were out playing football with their friends, and her two sisters were in their bedrooms doing homework. Frida knew that if there was a perfect time to talk to her mother about what was happening, this was it. There was no one else around to overhear them and she would get to talk to her mother who was more understanding about things. Her father was more strict and would have a harder time accepting what was happening.

"Mama..." She bit down hard on her lip due to her nervousness and fear. She couldn't look her mother in the eyes, instead she fidgeted with her fingers as she spoke. "Can I talk to you about something?"

Her mother turned to her with a warm smile, setting the spoon she was using to stir the food on the counter. "Sure sweetie." She responded, wiping her hands off on her apron. But upon seeing the look on her face, her smile dropped and she gasped, blurting out the first suspicion that came to her mind, "Oh my gosh! You're pregnant. You're pregnant, aren't you, Anni-Frid Becker?"

Frida looked down at her feet. She couldn't face her mother. Her silence was enough to answer the question. She was only relieved that the news was already out.

"How did this even happen?" Her mother rambled on in a mix of anger and disappointment. "Your boyfriend lives in Mexico. Now, unless you tell me this is something that happened through the power of the holy spirit, I'll have a hard time believing this is actually happening. Wait. What if Jürgen was actually your cover story because your actual boyfriend is some kind of horrible person we won't like?" Frida didn't know where her mother got all those strange conclusions.

"Mom," Frida reminded her, "Jürgen is still my boyfriend, my only boyfriend. We saw each other during the Copa America in Chile. Don't you remember?"

Her mother thought about it and concluded that it made sense. "I could yell at you and tell you how disappointed I am." Her mother began with a sigh. "But that wouldn't change anything, what's done is done. I think that as your mother the best thing I can do is to support you and help you with anything you need."

Frida felt her eyes pooling up with hot tears. "Thank you, mama." She then threw her arms around her mother and hugged her tight. She was glad she had her mother's support as Jürgen's, some women were not so lucky.

Moments later, she was in the car with her sisters, on the way to the store. Her mother had given her a short list of items she needed in order to finish cooking dinner. Frida thought it was strange to send her to the store, her mother always cooked meals of which she had all the ingredients. While she and her sisters walked the aisles of the super market, pushing around a small cart around, she decided she would call her boyfriend to tell him the news. It was probably the middle of the night in Pachuca, but she needed to talk to him.

He answered the phone rather quickly, and when he spoke, he didn't sound like he had been sleeping at all. "Hola flaca." He said, relieved that it was her. She was surprised that he was fully awake at that hour and not half-asleep like he sounded when she normally called him at night.

"Is something wrong?" She asked him, curious. "You sound...strange."

He sighed, admitting to her. "Your mother just called me a few minutes earlier and yelled at me. She said that just like I was man enough to have sex with you, I should be man enough to take responsibility for our child. A yelling German woman is as equally terrifying as a yelling Mexican woman. I was almost certain she might somehow be able to reach through the phone to punch me in the face."

Frida groaned. "Why did I not see this coming? I knew it was too good to be true when she didn't yell at me. I'm sorry, liebe. She took it rather well when I gave her the news. I didn't realize she would immediately kill you over the phone." She now assumed that had been the reason why she wanted Frida and her sisters out of the house. She wanted the privacy to be able to yell at Jürgen without her daughter interfering.

"I already told her I want you to move to Pachuca with me." He explained from the other line. "But she said she would miss you too much and that maybe I should consider moving to Germany. She sounded so intimidating that I almost agreed. But I can't do that unless I get a good offer from a German team, and no German team wants me right now. I wanted to go with Chelsea last summer, but my club didn't want to let me go."

"I still need to talk to my dad." Frida said to him.

"If your mom murdered me over the phone, I expect much more from your dad." He said in a worried tone. "Should I be worried?"

A small smile played on Frida's lips. "Be brave, liebe."

He scoffed. "I'm brave."

"If you handle my parents' rage, I promise I'll give you a million kisses when you come visit me." She tried to lighten the mood. She felt like she had been too worried over the last few days with the news of the child she was expecting.

Chuckling, he asked, "Well, weren't those kisses what led to our sudden expecting of Jürgen Jr.?"

"Ah!" Frida laughed at his words. She had sent her sisters out to other aisles to search for items while she talked to her boyfriend. "Our kid isn't even born yet and you're already giving it a name? What if its a girl?"

"I won't mind a little princess. If we have a girl, we'll name her Jürgenna." He suggested. Since their conversation was happening over the phone, Frida had no way of knowing if he was joking or being completely serious.

She crinkled up her nose. Frida genuinely hoped he was joking. "You're delusional. I will not name a little girl Jürgenna. That's ridiculous."

"Why not?" He whined. "It has a nice ring to it, no? Jürgenna Damm Becker. And if its a boy we can name him Frido." Now she new he was only joking. There was no way he could want to name a baby Frido.

"No." Frida shook her head. "We will not name the baby Jürgenna or Frido."

"Eres mala, flaca." You're mean, he joked.

The smile still present on her face, she suggested, "I'll make you a deal. If the baby is a boy, he can be named like you, papá." She had to admit the year and few months she had known Jürgen, her spanish had gotten much better. She had gone from knowing nothing to knowing a couple of words. "And if the baby is a girl, I get to chose the name. Deal?"

"What baby?" Her sister asked, walking towards her with one of the items on the list which she dropped into the cart. On her face was a look of confusion.

"Liebe," Frida said into the phone. "I'll call you later. Go get some sleep."

The two said their goodbyes and Frida turned her attention back to her sister who was still awaiting an answer. Biting down on her lip nervously, she began, "Agnetha, you're going to be an aunt..."

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UPDATE.

i had been wanting to update for a while but i just havent gotten the time. there are so many things to do with school and my sister's wedding. i feel like i havent gotten an ounce of real rest lately. i just want to sleep. but maybe after the wedding.

anyway, i hope you like the new chapter. please give it a nice read and vote! it means a lot to me.

i love you.

-clary xx