The flight over to Sweden had gone quite smoothly, and he shouldered Roxanna's carry on bag as they got in line for customs. Roxanna's energy had been flagging the entire way, and he hadn't minded when she had curled up on his chest shortly after the meal had been served and drifted off to sleep. That had allowed him to watch her a little and continue to wonder what was going through her brain. "Don't worry, darling, we'll head to the hotel after we pick up our rental car and you can go back to sleep. We're not meeting with Maja and Fredrik until tomorrow, anyway. I knew that you'd want to get your feet beneath you, after all."

"I never did thank you for that kindness, did I?" she murmured as she picked up their one suitcase. "And thanks for letting me have half of your suitcase, too. I had so few clothes left in my apartment, after all."

"It was nothing, Roxanna," he said as they moved forward. The line moved right along, and soon they were in front of the customs official, getting their passports stamped as they answered a few questions. With that out of the way, he guided Roxanna over to the car rental kiosk, letting her lean on him as he took care of all the necessary details before being handed a set of keys. Roxanna climbed into the passenger seat of the car as he packed their bags into the boot. By the time he was sliding behind the wheel, Roxanna was fast asleep, and he looked at her in concern as he set the car to fit his long legs, adjusting the mirrors to be in the right places before turning the vehicle on.

It bothered him that she was so tired, and he wondered if she had driven herself too hard the last few weeks of her program, since he knew that she was so driven to succeed. Sighing a little, he awkwardly shrugged out of his jacket before draping it over her still form, caressing her cheek with the back of his hand before backing out of his space and getting started on the drive to where Maja was currently living. It was a two-hour drive, so he knew that Roxanna could get a good nap in as long as he drove smoothly. Turning up the radio a little, he quickly found his favorite radio station, smiling when he recognized the Wagner piece currently being played.

As he drove, he thought about what he would say to Maja. They had been corresponding semi-regularly for the last three months, trying to get this trip together, and he had had the feeling from her letters that she wasn't too keen on having Roxanna there, even though he had made it clear that she was going to be his wife. There had been something almost desperate about her last letter, as if she was refusing to believe that he could be truly happy with the woman he had chosen, and Henrik hoped that this wouldn't derail the visit in any way.

And a part of him recognized that he should have told Roxanna about the possible friction. If Maja knew that he had kept that from her, there was every possibility that she could try to use that as a way in with him. Sighing a little, he turned his focus back onto the road and the music, pushing his misgivings to the back of his mind. By the time he pulled into a parking space in front of the hotel, he had relaxed a little, and he glanced over at Roxanna's still sleeping form with fondness. Bending down, he kissed her cheek softly before getting out and heading inside.

The clerk behind the desk looked up from the book she was reading to give him a warm smile. "Checkar in?"

He nodded hesitantly before replying, "Engelska, tack?"

The woman nodded and asked again, "Checking in?"

"Yes. The reservation should be under the name Henrik Hanssen?"

The clerk looked through the large schedule book and found his name. "Ah yes, here for five nights?"

"That's correct." She smiled at him once more before starting the check in process, having him sign documentation before taking his deposit for the room. As she handed over the keys, he heard a familiar set of footsteps behind him and sighed a little as Roxanna slid her arm around his waist. That was fast becoming a welcome, familiar, habit. "We're on the ground floor, darling, if you want to head there while I get our bags."

"That sounds like a plan," she murmured before kissing his cheek and making her way down the hall with the keys and paperwork. Henrik smiled after her for a bit before making his way outside and quickly grabbing their bags, bringing them all inside. The clerk gave him a small nod as he passed by the front desk, and he nodded in return as he went down the hall to their room.

Roxanna had propped the door open with her shoe, and he let out a little scoffing laugh as he pushed his way inside, kicking the shoe over to it's mate before making his way over to the long dresser and dropping their carry on bags atop it, setting his suitcase on the floor. "I should have helped you with that," Roxanna said softly as she looked up from the book she was reading.

"You're fine, darling." He came over to her side and pressed a kiss to her forehead before flopping down on the end of the bed and looking up at the ceiling. "I cannot wait to see my son again. Do you think he remembers me?"

"It all depends on what Maja has told him about you, about us. I'm hoping that it's been nothing but good, you know. I really want her to like me, even if she does feel like I'm moving in on her territory." Roxanna closed her book with a loud thump before stretching out next to him, her hand finding his blindly. "I enjoyed our time in New York, but I think that I'm going to enjoy the time here a little more, since I'll be spending it with you and Fredrik."

"I completely understand, Roxanna," he said as he turned onto his side and looked at her. She had her right arm curved around her head, a dreamy smile on her lips. Reaching over, Henrik slipped his hand beneath her shirt and splayed it out on her stomach. There was a new roundness there, and he wondered if he should ask about the weight gain. Not that he would complain, because he loved her whatever she looked like, he just wanted to know if this was something she was comfortable with. Still, he decided not to broach the subject with her in that moment, since this trip already had the potential to blow up in their faces.

"I could really devour a cheeseburger right about now, Henrik. Is there anywhere that we could find one of those? With really good chips?"

He laughed a little as he patted her stomach lightly, listening to her let out a little purr of pleasure before she turned onto her side and kissed him passionately. "That hungry, are we?" She nodded. "Fine, let's go find a place to eat." She squealed a little in pleasure as she slipped off the bed and stretched, smiling widely at him as she waited for him to join her.