Henrik had spent a long time searching for the perfect first anniversary gift for Roxanna. He knew that the traditional gift was something paper related, and had hunted down a first edition book of Roxanna's favorite poet, Mary Oliver. There had been a few to choose from, and in the end had chosen the one that contained the poem she had shared with him. 'Wild Geese' had broken his heart in a way that he couldn't quite put his finger on, but the fact that she shared that same heartbreak helped make it a more bittersweet ache.

He had hidden the book and card in his work locker, knowing that Roxanna would find it if he left it home, and that even though he had to work the day of their anniversary, he had the following morning off, so they could sleep in a little. And now, he was finally heading home, gift in hand, knowing that the time they had together was going to be so special. He had already sent flowers to her at St James's, and he hoped that those had pleased her as well. Smiling to himself, he headed out to his car, nodding to a few of his colleagues as he went.

"Good afternoon, darling."

Henrik's breath caught in his throat, and he peered into the car, seeing Roxanna in the passenger seat. "I didn't realise that you were coming here, Roxy," he said as he climbed behind the wheel, making certain to set his satchel between the door and the seat so that she couldn't snoop through it.

"Well, I had an appointment here this afternoon, so I just popped out here when it was over. It was nice to catch a short nap before we head home." He nodded as he leaned over and kissed her cheek softly. "I'll start supper once we arrive home, and you can relax on the sofa until it's ready. And I loved the flowers, Henrik. Thank you for remembering my favorites."

He blushed as he shrugged, pulling out of his spot and then merging with traffic for the short drive home. "I have a good memory for detail, and I like observing people. It helps in so many different situations." She nodded as she settled back in the seat. He couldn't help but notice that her hands protectively sat atop her stomach, and he smiled at the sight. "Though I don't remember you mentioning an appointment. Is everything all right?"

"Perfectly all right, my love. It was just a small checkup, and I was proven right about something I had been thinking for a few weeks now." She glanced over at him and the smile on her face lit him up inside. "Happy anniversary, Henrik."

"Happy anniversary, Roxanna." The rest of the drive was quiet, though he almost swore that he could feel her thinking about something, as it filled the air in the vehicle with a slight buzzing. Finally, though, they were home, and he pulled into his parking spot. "All right, in we go," he said, watching Roxanna get out of the car and head towards the door. It was a fairly warm October afternoon, so neither were wearing a coat, and the jumper she had on pulled tightly across the beginnings of a bump that neither of them had spoken about yet. Everything in him wanted to ask, to prod, but still he was cautious, remembering the last time they had breathed the word baby to life. She paused on the stoop to turn and wave him over, and he nodded as he tumbled from the car and jogged over to her side and wrapped her up in a tight hug before unlocking their door and letting them in.

"All right, go relax in the living room. It's going to take me a good two hours to get everything ready," she said as she gently pushed him in that direction. He nodded and went into the living room, setting his bag on the coffee table, carefully pulling out her present and setting it on the table. Then he picked up his notepad and began to write a letter to Maja and Fredrik, telling his son about how their jobs were going, and that they missed him immensely. To Maja, he wrote about the possibility of Fredrik coming to stay with them for a few months. It would be rather difficult, he knew, adding a baby to the mix, but it would be nice for his son to get to know his sibling as soon as possible, so that they could bond before he inevitably had to return back to Sweden.

The time passed rather quickly, and he breathed in the delicious scents that wafted over to him, knowing that she was making their favorite meal. It didn't take long before she was coming into the living room and holding her hand out to him. He clasped it tightly, pulling himself to his feet as he picked up her gift and followed her into the dining room. At his place on the table, he noticed a photograph and he set Roxanna's gift down next to her place before taking a seat and picking up the stiff paper. "Roxanna?" he murmured as he looked at the grainy picture in his hands, knowing that it was their baby, but not certain what he was looking at.

"I wanted to wait until I was out of the first trimester to tell you, to tell anyone. I knew, when John came to visit us that I was pregnant, and I didn't want to spoil the surprise by saying something then, because it was too soon. Happy anniversary, darling. We're going to be parents."

He nodded slowly, watching her come over to his side and lift her jumper upwards, revealing the soft rise of her baby bump. Reaching out, he rested his hand on her skin, feeling the softness of her skin, allowing his tears to roll down his cheeks as he knelt down and then placed his cheek against the bump, smiling as Roxanna raked her fingers through his hair, humming softly. "This is probably the best gift you could have given me, my love. It certainly puts my gift to shame. When are you due?"

"Around the first of March, give or take a few days. And another thing, you're going to have a daughter. Here, let me show you how we found that out this afternoon. I wasn't supposed to have another ultrasound until my next checkup, but I forgot to get a print out of the sonogram. And so when I went back today, the tech was able to point out to me all the features about her."

Her. Their daughter. Their daughter was growing inside Roxanna, and he let out a soft sigh as got to his feet and wrapped his arms around her tightly, pressing his lips to her forehead. "We're having a girl, Roxanna. A beautiful little girl who will look like you and my mother, and will be so perfect and so loved."

"That was kind of the plan. And now I don't know when I want Freddie here. Now, so that he can see his baby sister developing in me, or after she's born, so that he can bond with her. I know that Maja won't let him be here for a full year, so I'm trying to decide on how selfish I want to be."

"I know, I've been wrestling with how long we should have Freddie here, too, since I want him here for a long time, now more than ever. But I'll ask her when the best time would be, and we'll go from there?"

"That sounds perfect, Henrik," she replied before pulling away from him and taking her seat. "Now eat before it grows cold, okay?" He nodded and took a seat, finding himself suddenly ravenous. All his hopes were starting to come to fruition, and he couldn't wait to see what their future held.