Henrik smiled as he saw Roxanna come onto his ward. They had both volunteered to take the overnight shift on New Year's Eve, since that would allow them both to see each other, and gain a little extra money. Though there wasn't a pressing need, since they had used some of the money from the sale of Callum's house to pay off their debt from Rigden, they still wanted to start building a nest egg for when Fredrik joined them.

"I thought I'd come down with ten minutes to spare before the New Year. And I brought sparkling wine for us!" She held out the bottle with a flourish, grinning widely. "I hope that there's a corkscrew in the break room."

"I think that I can dig something up," he replied, holding out his elbow. Roxanna slipped her hand into the crook, walking at his side as they went into the break room. Roxanna set the bottle on the table before rummaging around in the cabinet by the sink, looking for glasses while he methodically scrounged through the cutlery drawer, remembering that he had seen a corkscrew there a while ago. Finally, he was triumphant, and he pulled it out with a flourish, turning around to look at Roxanna, who was staring at him with a bemused smile on her lips. "What?"

"I just like watching you and how you operate. There are still times when it's hard to believe you're in my life, and that we're building a future together." She held the bottle out to him, and he quickly opened it before pouring some into each glass.

"I wish that we could go up to the roof and watch the fireworks that are certain to go off, but I don't think there's enough staff for us to do something like that."

"And it would be a bit cold. I'd prefer just to cuddle up with you here, thinking about how our next year is going to go. Just think, one year from today, we'll have been married for ten weeks. That doesn't seem possible, really, does it? We've been waiting for this moment for so long, and now with it so near, the future past that is a little harder to see."

"I just take every day as it comes, darling." He didn't want to tell her that there was a part of him that worried if he would be able to fight off his depression in the future. He was approaching the age at which his mother had taken her life, and that was always a spectre that loomed in his mind, especially when he could feel himself sliding into an episode. Thankfully, Roxanna's presence had been enough so far to keep him from getting too bad, but a small part of his brain knew that there would come a time when even her love and support were not enough.

"Henrik? What is going on in that brain of yours?" she asked as she reached up and cupped his cheek gently, tapping her thumb against it as she looked into his eyes.

"I was just thinking about our future," he replied before giving her a quick kiss. "I am looking forward to calling you my wife, you know. I mean, we already live together, so it is sort of a formality, but it will be a nice structure for us. If that makes sense."

"It does. It feels like we'll have a bit of permanence to this relationship. Look, I know that we are committed to each other completely, but we're also in this liminal space." She let out a deep sigh as she drifted closer to him, turning her head to rest her cheek against his chest. "The selfish part of my heart just wants our foundation to be firm and in place."

"I totally understand," he murmured as he closed his free arm around her waist, trying not to spill his drink. She made a low sound of pleasure as she snuggled in closer to him, and he could almost picture her eyes closing as she breathed in and out slowly. They stood like that until it was a minute to midnight, and then he gently pushed her away, pointing at the clock on the wall. Together, they watched as the seconds ticked by. As soon as it reached the ten second mark, they counted aloud until the clock turned over to midnight and then they clinked their glasses softly before downing the sparkling juice. When their glasses were empty, Henrik cupped her face with his hands, lowering his lips to cover hers in a soft kiss.

She whimpered a little as she pressed herself closer to his body, and Henrik had to remind himself that they were at work, that they couldn't take things any further than a tender kiss, or risk facing disciplinary action. Regretfully, he pushed her away with a small sigh before reaching up to cup her cheek with his hand, his thumb stroking gently as he looked into her stormy grey eyes. "Henrik?"

"We're still at work, darling. I don't want to explain to Graham why things are a little more personal than professional, should he walk in."

Roxanna gave him a small nod as she spread her hands out on his chest. "I suppose that you do have a point there. We can pick this more pleasant pursuit once we're home in a few hours." She pressed a small lip to the outside corner of his mouth before stepping away once more. "Happy New Year, darling."

"Happy New Year, Roxanna." He poured them each another glass before handing her glass to her. She accepted it and sipped the drink, watching him closely. "I hope that the year ahead of us is filled with all the happiness that we can stuff into it. There, there's something I haven't told you." Her eyes widened a little, and he could tell that she was concerned. He took a few more sips of juice before licking his lips. "I can feel the insidious tendrils of depression starting to creep into my life. I keep trying to fight them back, but I know that I'm going to need you by my side, if things get particularly bad."

"Of course, darling, anything you need," she said. He had to lean in to hear her words, they were that faint, and as he did so, she leaned in towards him. "You are the other half of my heart. If you hurt, I hurt, and I will do everything in my power to help you." She grinned puckishly before tweaking his nose and backing away from him. "And now, I bid you adieu. Come up and get me when you're done, as I have the sneaking suspicion you'll be later than I will."

Henrik nodded as he watched her leave the room, a slight bounce to her step as she went out of the room. Once she was gone, the smile slipped from his lips, knowing that despite her fierce belief that she had the power to keep him safe from the valleys of depression, there was no way that she could fix the chemical imbalance that made his depression great. Optimism didn't cure everything, despite what so many people thought, and he just hoped that despite the tragedies of the last year, they would be able to piece together a happier future.