Henrik tried to stretch and make himself a little more comfortable in the train seat. This was the sixth week that they had had to make a journey to be together, and he was quickly growing tired of the extra expense and the hassle of having to travel nearly seven hours to see his wife. And he knew that the journey was taking a similar toll on her, since she always looked exhausted when she arrived at their place in Wyrven. That had been the one thing they had agreed on, they were going to purchase a house with a garden, in preparation for her moving there when she was finished with her training, and had decided that the little house with three bedrooms was perfect for their future needs. So all their extra money was being put towards that huge expense, but he knew that it would be worth it in the end.

Straightening his tie a little, Henrik turned towards the window, watching the scenery pass by. This was going to be a difficult weekend with Roxanna, since he only had a few hours with her, having to be back on the train at seven the next morning so that he would be on time for his shift the next day. Still, he knew that the moment he was in her arms, everything would be all right, and all the inconveniences of their commute would fade away as he lost himself in her arms.

Finally, the train pulled into the station he still thought of as home, and he stood as soon as it came to a complete stop, wanting to be one of the first people off, even though he knew that it didn't really matter how quickly he got off, Roxanna would still be waiting for him inside the building, a cup of coffee in each hand. The thought of soon having her in his arms was so soothing, and he unconsciously smiled as he followed the others off, making his way quickly into the station and looking around for his wife. She was sitting at their usual table, and he lifted his hand in welcome as he strode over to her side.

"Oh, thank god that the train was on time!" she said as she quickly got to her feet, wrapping him up in a tight hug before kissing his cheek softly. "I've missed you, more so this week than in past weeks. But we're a quarter of the way through this ordeal, and then I can be with you forever." She ran her fingers through his hair before tugging on his tie a little. "Let's head home. I only get seventeen hours with you, and I intend to make the most of them." He nodded and took hold of her hand before picking up his cup of coffee and allowing her to lead him out to their car.

The short drive to the apartment was filled with the sounds of some new folk music album, and he smiled a little, wondering how often this one would get played before she switched to something different. "We could spend a little time today at the park?"

Roxanna glanced over at him, a grin on her lips as she nodded. "I like the sound of that, Henrik. We'll just have to grab a blanket to put beneath us, since it's still a bit cool out today." He nodded absently as she pulled into their usual parking spot, and then he was getting out of the car and heading up to the door, pulling out his keys and unlocking the door.

The familiar, comforting, scent of her washed over him the minute he went inside, and he barely noticed that she had came in as well, closing the door. "I miss this," he said lowly, turning to look at her. "I miss coming home to you."

"We only have to make it through eighteen more weeks, darling. I think that we can do that. Because I miss you so much, too. Graham asked after you the other day, and I told him that you were doing well. I really do think that he didn't want to lose you to Holby, but he was right, you're doing work there that you wouldn't have had the opportunity to do here. Though Guy keeps telling me that it's not fair you were handed such a great appointment. Apparently, they have an up and coming neurology department, and he aims to have a place there."

He smiled as she stepped closer to him, her arms coming to rest around his waist as she grinned up at him. "Oh, so I have someone to look out for then," he said as he dragged his fingers through her hair. "I can't imagine having a rival and not even being in the same hospital as them."

"Ah, Guy is harmless, he just thinks that he's hot stuff because of his skill. I'm watching him very carefully to pick up any little tricks that I can, but…"

"Yes?" he asked as they made their way into the bedroom. Henrik took a seat on the bed and watched as Roxanna rummaged through the closet before pulling out a large woolen blanket, a triumphant smile on her lips as she turned back to look at him.

"I've been told that he watches me just as closely when I'm in the operating room. And if I admire his work so much, I'm inclined to believe that he must think that I'm kind of good, too."

"I happen to think that you're brilliant, Roxanna, and given enough time to hone your craft, you'll be one of the preeminent neurosurgeons in the country."

She shook her head a little, a bemused look on her face. "I think that you're just a little bit biased, Henrik, but I will accept the praise." He nodded as they went to the door, and then they were walking down to the park, his arm slung low around her hips. There was a slight chill to the air that afternoon, but he knew that as soon as they were cuddled up together beneath a tree the chill would abate.

There weren't too many people in the park when they arrived, which suited Henrik, and he took the lead, guiding Roxanna over to their tree and then helping her to spread the blanket out on the ground before he sat, folding his legs into a comfortable position before gently pulling Roxanna down next to him. "If I fall asleep, please wake me up. I can sleep tomorrow on the train back to Wyrven. I need to spend every possible moment with you."

"And I would totally understand if you did take a few minutes to sleep. Train travel is not the most comfortable on your body, darling," she said lowly as she scooted back to rest against the trunk of the tree, her hand taking hold of his as she stared up at the sky. "Can I tell you something?"

"Anything, always."

"It's been a really difficult week." There was a short pause and then she was cuddling close to him, wrapping her arm around his waist as she rubbed her cheek against his shoulder, letting out a deep sigh. "We've had so many things thrown at us in such a short period of time that there are moments when I feel like I'm coming apart at the seams. I've taken to sleeping in your jumper again most evenings."

"And I've been sleeping with your cat stuffie. It still has the scent of your perfume." She nodded a little before lifting her face and pressing her lips against his jaw. "We can make it the rest of this time, and then I don't think I'm going to let anything on this earth separate us ever again." Though he knew that he shouldn't make a declaration like that, he still felt like it was the current truth in his heart, and that it would take an extreme event to pull them apart.