It had been two weeks since Roxanna had been in the hospital with her spotting issue, and whilst she hadn't had any more occurrences, she had also refused to slow down any, still reporting for her shifts, and insisting to Henrik that she was fine, and that she was taking things easy whilst on shift. He tried to pretend like he believed her, but it kept gnawing at the back of his mind, to the point where he knew that he had to check in on her, to make certain that she really was taking things easy. And so, the first week day that he had completely off, Henrik travelled in to St James' and parked, making his way up to the neurological ward.

It was odd to be in another hospital, since he found himself watching everyone else, trying to see how they were going about their jobs. Shaking his head, he tried to focus on making his way up the stairs as he told himself that Roxanna would be completely fine with him just casually dropping by. Even though he knew that a very large part of her independent nature would chafe at the intrusion. It was part of his prerogative as a good husband and father to make certain that everything was all right. Finally, he reached the correct floor and made his way onto her ward.

"Excuse me, can I help you?"

He turned to see a friendly looking nurse giving him a quizzical look, and he nodded as he approached her side. "Yes, I'm Doctor MacMillan's husband, and just wanted to come and see how she's doing here at St James'." He tried to put on a winning smile, knowing that charm would get him farther than a dour look.

"I'll go see if she's free, Mister MacMillan."

It felt odd to be called by his wife's professional name, but not in a bad way, and he nodded as he watched the nurse get up and disappear further into the ward. Taking a seat behind the desk, he found himself watching the people milling around, and he found himself filled with a curious sense of pride that his wife worked at a place that ran so smoothly and quietly. There was definitely an air that everyone knew what they were doing and enjoyed being there. That sort of atmosphere told him that maybe she wasn't becoming too stressed here, but he still wondered about the workload that she was under.

"Ah, Henrik."

An unfamiliar voice addressed him, and he looked up into a jovial face. Furrowing his brow, he rose to his feet and extended his hand. "I'm afraid you have me at a disadvantage here."

"Sorry, it's just that Roxanna has talked about you so much that I feel like we all know you very well at this point. I'm Doctor Peter Tate, Roxanna's consultant." They shook hands firmly, and he felt a warm feeling of peace sweep over him, instantly put at ease by the man's demeanor. "I take it that you're here to check up on her?"

"Yes. I know that she feels like it's her duty to be here, for fear that she'll lose her position here, but I know that she also needs to be taking it a little easier for the next three months or so. My more protective side wants to wrap her in a good down blanket and keep her home for the next fourteen weeks, but I know that she'll never agree to that."

"You have that right, Henrik!"

He turned to see his wife slowly approaching them, one hand on the side of her bump. Henrik smiled gently as he held out his arm, and Roxanna approached him, resting her head on his chest as she focused her attention on Doctor Tate. "He has every right to be concerned, Roxanna. I would be, too, if my wife was working while going through a high-risk pregnancy." Roxanna made a low harrumph sound in her throat, and Tate laughed gently. "I would! But I guess that I have to assuage Henrik's feelings here."

"That would be nice, yes," he replied shortly, wondering what was going on.

"We're taking very good care of our Roxanna, as we all have come to love her work ethic and drive in the months she's been here. We've made certain that there are accommodations in place for her as her pregnancy progresses. And I've taken to making her sit down for at least ten minutes out of every hour that she's on shift, which will increase the further she gets into her pregnancy. I know how much this little one means to you both."

He nodded as he tightened his arm around Roxanna's waist. "That's all I really needed to hear, Doctor Tate. Would you mind if Roxanna took an early lunch today?"

"I think that can be arranged," he said, a twinkle in his eye. Roxanna nodded and led Henrik over to the locker room, grabbing her coat off the hook and shrugging into it before taking his arm once more and walking with him over to the lifts.

"I told you, I can balance this and make it work for us. I'm going to be off for three months with my maternity leave, and I just can't abandon everything I've worked so hard for that easily."

"I know, but I also had to see that for myself, Roxy. Because, because, I know that there are risks associated with pregnancy that don't just affect the fetus. And I am terrified that that could happen to you. Until I fell in love with you, I never stopped to consider how I might feel if I lost a partner. And now I have two people to worry about losing in one fell swoop."

They stepped into the lift, and once the doors closed, Roxanna turned and hugged him tightly. "You know that you can't wrap me up and protect me from the world. We could be in an accident on the way home, or you could fall ill, or any number of things that life would throw at us, and then we would be apart forever. We just have to take each day as we're given them."

"I know, but I still want to try and minimize the risk to you and our daughter."

"And that is why I love you so much, Henrik." She pressed her lips to the corner of his jaw and he relaxed into her embrace, rubbing her back softly. "Though it was awfully sweet of you to come and check in on me. I know Doctor Tate didn't tell you this, but they also have a stool for me in surgery, so that I can rest if I feel like I've been on my feet too long. Thankfully, there's been no sign of any more spotting, so I think that everything will be fine for the last few months of this pregnancy."

He nodded as he lowered his hand to her belly, hoping that he could catch their daughter kicking out, even though he knew that would be more easily done next month. The soft flutter against his hand caught him a bit off guard, but he still smiled as he pressed his hand a little firmer to her bump, tapping his fingers a few times to let her know that he was there, waiting for her to arrive, so that he could hold her close and never let her go.