The flight back to England had been smooth and uneventful, though he missed having Roxanna next to him, talking to him throughout the flight. He patted his pocket a little to make certain he had remembered to pick up the necklace he had purchased for Roxanna. He had seen it in the window of a shop as he had been exploring the town, and he knew that he had to get it for her. Fredrik had seemed to agree, since he had clapped and gurgled happily as the clerk had showed it to them.

"I'm almost home," he murmured as the plane began to descend. It was only in that moment that he paused, though, realizing that he and Roxanna had never set up a meeting time. She was most likely occupied with cleaning or getting ready for their first shift together on Monday, and he drew in a deep breath as the wheels touched down on the runway. The short taxi to the gate afforded him a few moments to try and collect himself, trying to formulate a plan. Thankfully, their flat wasn't too far from the train station, though he could always hail a cab if he didn't feel like carrying his bags all the way home.

Finally, they arrived at the gate, and he instinctively looked for Roxanna, even though he knew she most likely wouldn't be there, as soon as he stepped into the terminal. Shaking his head a little, he went to baggage claim and waited for his luggage before heading out to the train station and getting a ticket to Sunderland. He didn't have to wait long for his train to arrive, and he managed to find a seat, settling in as he took a few deep breaths. He was that much closer to home, and being in Roxanna's arms, where he could forget about the disastrous turn the trip had taken. By the time the train had arrived, he knew that he would be walking back to his flat, feeling the need to stretch his legs a little, after all the travelling he had recently done.

Thankfully, the weather was quite decent as he made his way to the flat, and he unlocked the door, letting himself in before calling out to Roxanna. "I'm home! Roxy?"

There was no answer, and he frowned a little as he let his bags drop to the floor before making his way inside the flat. It was so quiet that he knew she wasn't there, and he frowned a little, wondering where she had gone. After all, she had known that he was coming home that afternoon, and while he hadn't expected her to meet him, he still thought she would have been there when he arrived home. Stepping into the kitchen, he saw a piece of paper on the table, and he picked it up, reading her elegant script. Henrik, if you're reading this, you made it home before I finished running my errands. I wanted to get something special for us tonight, to welcome you back, since I've missed you so. If you're early enough, though, you could meet me at Nudo Sushi Box. I'm so glad that you're home! Rxx

Since he had a destination to perhaps find her at, Henrik smiled as he turned and made his way back outside, knowing exactly where to head. It was a quick fifteen minute walk to the restaurant, and his smile only grew when he reached it and caught sight of Roxanna's head at a table towards the back. With a new spring to his step, he began to approach her, only to catch sight of the back of another familiar head. His easy smile slipped from his lips as Roxanna noticed him and reached out to touch John's arm, gesturing towards him with a grin on her face.

"Henrik!" she called out, waving to him eagerly, even as John turned and gave him an almost knowing smirk. The joy at being reunited with his love was fast turning to ashes inside him as he saw the possessive way that John was holding on to Roxanna's hand. That didn't make any sense to him, since they had left things in a more nebulous state back in the States. "Isn't this the perfect surprise!" she said as he finally reached them, and she shook off John's hand so that she could hug him tightly, kissing his lips possessively before pulling him down into the booth next to her.

"I didn't realise that John would be here, too," he said, hoping that he didn't sound too put out with her, even though he was fast finding himself furious with the entire situation. He had wanted to spend this time with just her, not with John wriggling his way between them and ruining things. Roxanna still picked up on his attitude, as she slipped her hand beneath the table and squeezed his knee gently.

"It was a surprise to me, too, darling. But he arrived yesterday on some business. I thought it would be nice to have lunch with him before he heads back to London on Sunday, and then you came home in time to join us! And just in time, too, since we haven't placed our order yet." She let her head come to rest on his shoulder, sighing deeply, and he knew that he had hurt her unwittingly.

"Good," he replied softly, his eyes pinning John to his seat. "I managed to finish the roll of film in the camera, and was thinking we could drop it off tomorrow to be developed. I tried to take as many pictures of Freddie as I could, since you missed out on the last two days I had with him."

"Oh, thank you, Henrik!" Roxanna lifted her head and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. "I hope that Maja treated you nicer when I was gone."

"We didn't speak, really, for the rest of the trip. I brought Freddie back to the hotel, so that I could have quality time with him. And I told Maja that if she continued to treat you in such an abominable manner that I would sue for full custody."

Roxanna stiffened a little at those words, subtly pulling away from him before clearing her throat. "Did you really think that that was the best course of action?" she asked, her voice measured and controlled. The last time he had heard that tone, she had been deeply angry with John, though she was trying to keep a handle on her feelings. His eyebrows folded together in confusion, though he could tell their little disagreement was pleasing John, and he struggled to breathe evenly.

"At the time, I did. She needs to know that she can't lead us around by a chain, that trying to come on to me is inappropriate, that running you down is wrong. If it takes something as drastic as losing custody to our son, then those are the consequences. What's wrong, I thought you love Fredrik?"

"I do, Henrik. I just…I'm sorry. This is not an appropriate conversation to be having in front of our friend. We'll discuss it later." She took a deep breath before pulling away from him a little more, picking up her menu and staring at it, clearly shutting him off. He nodded a little as he picked up his own menu, staring at it blankly as he tried to find a way out of this fiasco.