Henrik waved to Roxanna one last time before she disappeared from view, feeling her absence as soon as the train was a spot on the horizon. Letting out a deep sigh, he turned and made his way back to the rental car. He slipped behind the wheel, breathing in the delicate scent of Roxanna's perfume that seemed to permeate every molecule of air long after she had gone.
He found himself driving slower than normal, since he was trying to control his anger towards Maja. He knew that it wouldn't be the best reaction if he just completely laid into her that afternoon, since he still had two days that he wanted to spend with Fredrik. Still, by the time he had pulled into the drive, a white hot ball of rage had coalesced in his heart, and he slammed the car door firmly before stalking up to the door, knocking heavily.
"Henrik! Where's Roxanna?" Maja simpered as she slowly pulled the door open. There was barely concealed desire in her eyes as they met his, and he watched that feeling die as she took a good look at him. "Henrik?"
"I'm here to see Freddie. I'm going to pack up a small bag for him and take him back to the hotel for the last few days that I'm here."
"You can't do that! He's my son!"
"Wrong, he's our son, and I know for a fact that my name is on the birth certificate. My father made certain to tell me as much when I came to get my mother's engagement ring for Roxanna. Now, step aside. I need to be with Freddie." He made certain to emphasize his son's nickname, knowing that it would irritate her. Maja stamped her foot a little as he went to the stairs and began to climb them. "Oh, and you need to get accustomed to not having our son with you at all times. Because as soon as I get home, I'm going to see a lawyer and press for custody."
"What?! I don't think so! He can't spend time in England, away from his mother! He deserves to have both of his parents in his life, full time. I know that Daddy can get you a good position at a hospital here, if that's what you truly want, rather than to take over for your father, and we can be a family!" She rushed over to his side, tugging on his arm as he fought to keep her from embracing him. "Henrik! Stop and look at me!"
"Why should I? Roxanna came here, hoping to start a cordial, friendly, relationship with you, because she knows that you're Fredrik's mother, and you treated her worse than garbage! Your jealousy and rudeness caused her to go home early, so that she wouldn't be unkind to you."
There was a slight pause, and Henrik used that opportunity to climb the rest of the stairs and make his way towards Fredrik's bedroom. Maja soon caught up with him, though, using her momentum and a small element of surprise to shove him against the wall before kissing him hard, one hand slipping down to stroke his cock, trying to make him aroused. He felt nothing but disgust for her, though, and he pushed back against her, causing her to fall to the floor and look up at him in surprise. "Henrik?"
"Quit playing these games, Maja. We're not a couple, and we never will be again, no matter how badly you want that. My heart belongs to Roxanna. And if you keep pushing me like this, I'm not just going to push for joint custody, I'm going to ask for full custody. It shouldn't be that hard to get, since Roxanna and I both have good careers, and we're a couple. What can you offer Freddie?"
He could tell that the venom in his voice was seriously scaring her, and that felt good to him, since he wanted her to feel some measure of the discomfort that he and Roxanna were going through. "This isn't you. You're not cruel, Henrik. I know that she's infected you with this, this, vile attitude. You need to get away from her…"
Her words abruptly stopped at the look he shot her, and then he shook his head. "I am going to pack a bag for Freddie," he repeated, each word crisp and sharp, "and then the two of us are heading back to my hotel room. You may pick him up forty-eight hours from now, as that will still give me enough time to make my flight. Do I make myself clear?"
Henrik stared at her until she finally nodded, and then he turned on his heel and heavily walked to Fredrik's room, trying to shed some of his anger before he saw his son. Resting his hand on the doorknob, he took a deep breath before plastering a fake, placid, smile on his lips as he opened the door and stepped inside. Fredrik was still sleeping, and that was for the best, since it met that Henrik could gather the things he would need for the next few days without his son underfoot. After rummaging around in the closet, he finally found a suitable bag and carefully filled it with the clothes and diapers he would need for the next few days. He knew that he would need more than that, though, and he stuck his head out into the hall, and beckoned Maja over to him with a sharp wave of his hand.
She nodded eagerly and scurried over to his side, trying to look apologetic. He wasn't buying it, however, instead, gesturing towards the bag before speaking lowly. "Please put the rest of what I'll need in that bag," he said lowly before going over to Fredrik's side and carefully lifting him up into his arms. Fredrik rubbed his face against his chest before letting out a soft yawn and cuddling against him. That small, innocent, move broke through his rage, and Henrik relaxed a little as he turned and focused his gaze back on Maja. She was just finishing up the packing, and he lifted an eyebrow as he continued to watch her, wishing she would hurry along.
"I think that should be all you need. I could always come with you, you know, just in case he misses Mummy."
"That won't be necessary, Maja," he said coldly as he rubbed Fredrik's back. "I will need his carseat, however, so you may follow me down to the car." She gave him a small nod before turning on her heel and scurrying from the bedroom, the handle of the bag slung over her shoulder. Once she was out of sight, he let his shoulders fall a little as he hummed to Fredrik. His son didn't really react, which was good, since he didn't want him to wake up until they were back at the hotel, anyway. "No matter what happens in our future, Freddie, you will know that Roxanna and I love you, and want nothing but the best for you." He kissed his son's head and left the nursery, heading down the stairs carefully until he had reached the last one.
Once he was outside, he found that Maja had already transferred the carseat and the bag, and he gave her a tight nod before carefully resting Fredrik in it and buckling him safely inside. "Really, Henrik, if you need…"
"If I need anything, I will ask the front desk for help. They're certain to know someone who can assist me. And we've taken care of Freddie for the last two days, everything should be fine." He quietly closed the car door and then pulled out his keys. "I would have hoped that this trip had gone a little easier, but I'm glad that I got to see this side of you, before my father really had convinced me to get back together with you." He gave her a disparaging look as he took a seat behind the wheel and started the car, quickly leaving Maja in the dust as he put as much distance between them as he possibly could.