#hexanna

Right. Let’s try posting this. Again.

This is a challenge I set myself - what can write in fifteen minutes? Obviously, it's not complete, but I think what I did is OK. It's a Holby City Fic and hopefully I'll be able to finish it soon.

Enjoy!

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"Henrik, we're going to miss our flight."

Henrik Hanssen smiled at his wife with a mischievous glint in his eye.

"There's plenty of time, certainly time enough for this -"

Roxanna gave him puzzled look, especially when she saw the small box in his hand.

"Henrik?"

"I know, you don't do expensive jewellery, but the children and I thought you would make an exception, since by the time we land in Boston, we'll have been married thirty years."

The ring was silver and obviously one Hugo's designs. Their son was an artist

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And also create a third child for Ange, just so I can have an excuse to include her in this friendship group because I think she would make a good addition.

And also have a shit tonne of Flac and Hexanna in it as well, because Hexanna parenting has always been my goal. And I love Flac so much, it is unbelievable.

“I don’t think I’ve seen this one before?”

Roxanna was leafing through the thick pages of thealbum while the plastic film overlaying the photographs creaked pathetically.Henrik winced at the irritating noise and slid closer to her on the couch sothat he could help to guide her through them more quietly. A hand reached up tostay her restless flipping.      

“John’s sitting on quite a few old tomes, I’m notsurprised.”

“Yeah, but most of these are mine, surely,” Roxannaglanced at him with a small smile.

“Well, and that fellow across the hall. Emmanuel, wasit?”

“Oh yes, Manny,” exclaimed Roxanna and glanced backat the pictures, “Yes I used to run into him in the dark-room. Well alright, I’llconcede then.”

“I don’t know why he took such an interest. If hespent half as much time working as he did playing at campus papparazzi, hemight’ve— What?”