Henrik rubbed his neck wearily as he entered the apartment building after a shift that had run much too late. He and Graham had had a surgery that had not gone well, and while it had been a great learning experience, it had taken so long to get through that they were both late in leaving for home. He knew that Roxanna had had a special dinner planned for them, and he had tried to get a message to her before she had left for the day, but he had no idea if it had gotten to her or not.

Trudging over to their door, he pulled his keys out of his pocket and unlocked their door. As he entered the apartment, he felt as if something was wrong. There were no lights on, and there wasn't even a hint of dinner in the air. "Roxanna?" he called out, stepping out of his shoes as he shrugged out of his jacket, hanging it up as he listened for her voice. "Darling? Where are you?"

He heard a muffled sob come from the direction of the living room, and he set his satchel on the ground near his shoes before padding into the other room, feeling a deep concern for Roxanna well up in his chest as he peeked his head in the room, looking around for his fiancée. Finally, his eye caught sight of her, curled up in the corner of the sofa, crying disconsolately. He knew, just by looking at her posture, that something was seriously wrong, and fear clutched his heart as he came around to the sofa and took a seat.

Roxanna leaned over wordlessly, letting her head thump down on his chest as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders. Once she was comfortable against him, she reached up and took hold of his hand, bringing it down to her stomach. "I'm sorry," she managed to choke out before starting to sob once more. Henrik took a few deep breaths as what she was telling him without words sunk into his heart. "I failed us."

"No, darling, you didn't," he murmured before dropping a soft kiss to the top of her head. "I could tell you the statistics, tell you that we can try again, but that won't heal your heart." She shook her head. "Have…?"

"I have. I went to the hospital, since I don't have a GP here yet, and Graham found me the best person to help with that. I feel so empty."

Those were the words that broke him, and he started to cry as he let his thumb rub back and forth over Roxanna's stomach, trying to process the intense grief that he was feeling. "Hollow," he finally murmured, feeling Roxanna nod against his chest. "I didn't think it was possible to feel this hollow, and yet…"

"You lost the promise of life." Her voice cracked a little, and she pulled away from him to curl up tight once more. "I want to sleep for a million years, Henrik."

"Please, don't say that. Don't think about leaving me," he whispered as he leaned over and kissed the side of her head softly. "I'm going to make us a pot of tea. Is there anything else that you want? A sandwich? Fruit? Biscuits?"

"I don't think I could eat anything right now. I ordered takeaway, once I was home, but I only managed three bites before a lost my stomach in the sink. I tried to clean up as best I could, but there's this bone deep weariness in me that seemed to preclude my ability to properly clean."

"Don't worry about it, my darling girl," he murmured before pressing another kiss to the side of her head. "I'll take care of the mess while the water boils. Okay?"

"Okay."

Her voice was so tiny, so lost, that he had a hard time not bundling her up close and just forgetting the rest of the world existed. As Henrik rose from the sofa, he started to understand what Graham had been stymied in saying to him, when he had hustled out of the locker room to head home. He appreciated the fact that their mentor had tried to prepare him for the news he had just received, but he now wished he had not brushed him off quite so quickly in order to hurry home. Shaking his head a little, he trudged into the kitchen, making his way over to the sink and filling the kettle before setting it on the stove and turning the range on. As the water started to boil, he took a good look at the sink, and smiled sadly. There wasn't all that much mess, despite what Roxanna had said, so it didn't take him that long to clean up the little that remained.

He knew he should be hungry, but the moment he thought of food, his stomach started to roil, so he decided to stick with tea. Rummaging through the cupboards, he grabbed their favourite mugs before getting out Roxanna's comfort tea and measuring out the right amount of leaves into the tea balls before setting them in the mugs as the water continued to warm up. Finally, the whistle started to blow, and he quickly removed the kettle from the burner, flipping it off before filling their mugs to the top. Then he made his way back to Roxanna, finding her curled up in the corner of the sofa once more, quiet sobs shaking her shoulders.

Carefully, he set the mugs onto the coffee table and took a seat next to her. The moment he was seated, Roxanna collapsed onto him once more, curving her arm around his waist as she tried to bury her face into his chest. "What is it, darling?" he asked lowly, feeling his own eyes fill up with tears once more as he cuddled her close to him, welcoming her into his space.

"I don't want to lose you, too?"

"Oh, Roxanna, no." He ran his hand up and down her back, trying to comfort her as best he could. Finally, she nodded and pulled away from him a little so that she could grab her mug, wrapping her hands around it as she snuggled back in to him, her body still shaking, though her tears seemed to have stopped for the moment. "I know that I don't talk very much about my feelings, and I've been trying to get better at that these last few weeks that we've been home from Sweden. So, I really hope this comes out right. First, I love you, and I will always love you. Our baby would have been born into a home of love, and there will always be a hole where they should be in our lives together. I will grieve this loss for so long, and I want to help you in any way that I can. We will lean on each other as we navigate our way through this, all right?"

"All right. Do, do you think we could head to our bedroom? I really want to curl up a little more comfortably." He nodded before pressing his lips against the crown of her head, helping her to her feet before grabbing his tea and guiding her into their bedroom. He wasn't surprised to see that she just collapsed onto the mattress, propping herself up against the headboard as she sipped at her tea, staring at him. Stretching out on his side of the bed, he took a drink of his tea before setting it on his nightstand and bringing his knees up to his chest, resting his chin on them. A tiny smile flickered across his lips when Roxanna leaned over against him, letting out a deep sigh. "Will you forgive me if we don't make love for six weeks? The doctor who saw me said that I have to have time to heal, but I wouldn't deny you if you really wanted to have sex…"

"Hush, my love, there's more to loving you than sex. Okay?" She nodded as she tugged on his tie, quickly undoing it before making quick work of the buttons on his shirt and slipping her hand inside to splay out on his chest. "And we will take things at your pace, when you're ready."

"Thank you," she whispered as her head came to rest on his chest, a fragile, broken, silence falling over them, drawing them together as her breathing evened out into an unsteady hitch of sleep. And once he knew that she was out, he kissed her head tenderly, allowing himself to quietly weep for the potential life that would no longer be theirs.