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Pairing: Henry Cavill x you
Prompt:Henry & y/n invited to his moms for thanksgiving. Mom also invites his ex.His mom is super strict so everyone is supposed to have separate rooms, mostly for his ex to slip into his room but she opens the door to find you sitting on his face.
This one was kind of tough but, ended up being a super fun story to write!Hope you guys enjoy it !Thanks for your ask, hope this lives up to the expectation.
“Are we going?” you ask quietly.
“Do you want to go?”  he says, cocking an eyebrow in your direction.
“I mean….. It’s your mother. We kinda have to.” he pulls you in closer letting out a low hmmm. 
“Yes. but, I don’t visit her often for a reason.” he says quietly. The heft of his arm and the sheets around you calling you to relaxation. 
“And what’s that reas-”
“She’s crazy.” he says bluntly. You laugh,immediately knowing he’s joking . It was very out of character for him to call anyone out of their name. Much less his own mother. You look up at him to notice he isn’t laughing, not even smiling.
“O Henry, come on! She is not crazy, I’m sure she just misses you. That’s why she calls so often.”
He caresses your face “My mother is a tiny, blonde psychopath. I love her with all my heart but, everytime I bring a woman home she gets so attached I- it’s hard to explain.” he trails off.
“Guess I’ll just have to meet her then!” you squeal sleepily into his chest before drifting away in an ocean of plans.
You packed, you brushed your teeth, and were ready early in time for the flight. Henry slept most of the way but, you were too filled with questions of if she would like you, and what he of all people meant by calling his mother an attached psychopath. The hours ticked away and you looked worriedly from the clock on your phone to Henry.
“Maybe she just forgot we were coming today?Should we call?” you ask
“Nooooo. No. She has forgotten nothing. This is what she does. Constantly trying to keep me on my toes, I guarantee you she’s up to something.”
You snort through your nose “Henry I guarantee your mother is not that malicious.”
“Have you met her yet?” he jokes flatly. Just then the car pulls up a decently clean but embarrassingly tiny red kia soul, flying like a bat out of hell. 
You exhale, taking a step off of the curb and waiting for your moment of truth.
She jumps out of the car and runs to her son, jumping into his arms. He smiles for a minute holding her and you see the light of a little boy flicker in him for a moment. He pulls back at the sound of the trunk popping open and begins to load the bags into the back for the weekend. 
“Mrs. Marianne I am just so excited to finally get to meet you. I’ve heard so much about you and I’m really excited to-” She cuts you off turning back to her son.
“And Hen you remember Ellen.”
That’s when you see her, a leggy blonde with a perfect smile stepping out of the car that just makes your heart drop. Ellen fucking Whitaker. Ofcourse, champion show jumping horse rider from a family of professional horse trainers and not to mention gorgeous but, most importantly Henry’s ex- fiance. 
“Cool, cool ,cool ,cool” you can hear yourself muttering under your breath trying not to explode.
“Mum this is y/n! She was very excited to be invited.” he confirms, giving you some comfort that he’s on your side. 
“Mmm. Well that’s darling.” she spins on her heels heading back towards the driver’s side of the car.
You follow Henry as you both hug Ellen and exchange your greetings. She seems to think his mother bringing her here is just as ridiculous as you do and while you still despise her presence that knowledge makes it vaguely reassuring that she hasn’t come to fight for his love. 
“Henry, dear sit up here with me I want to hear all about LA.” he rolls his eyes, making his way to the passenger side while you and Ellen assemble yourselves in the back of the tiny car with the luggage. You flip your phone over in your lap and notice a text from Henry. “I love you.Don’t stress out. She’s just like this.” you text him back a heart emoji but, it’d be a lie to pretend your heart wasn’t still caught in your throat. Not only did his mother refuse to acknowledge you. But, she brought some random ass woman that she obviously plans for Henry to be with instead. Actually , no.Not random, which is even worse! Am I spirialing ? I feel like I’m spiraling. You had completely zoned out of the sweet family reunion happening infront of you an attempted to string some words together in your head that would help you explain how you feel to him when you finally got alone time. You entered the driveway of the estate and his mother handed the keys to the valet , excusing herself and calling Ellen to follow her inside. Being excluded from the girl’s powwow didn’t bother you as much since if gave you a chance to speak to Henry. The Butler offered to help but, he insisted on doing it himself, calling him by name. And you were momentarily reminded of the things you did love about Henry. You followed behind him as he carried things to the room. You tried to make small talk with him as you unzipped your suitcase and began pulling out your necessities for your facewash routine. “O ummmm-” Henry looked at you as if trying to hide back from saying something. More bad information you were sure. 
“You actually have the room down the hall.”he says sheepishly.
“What do you mean?” your eyes widen despite your attempts to quell your emotion. He has to be crazy. There’s no other way to explain.
“My mom doesn’t want me to share a bed in her home unless its with the woman I’ve marrried.” he says , hands up in a defensive position. 
You exhale slowly repacking your things. “Sure. Ofcourse. What wouldn’t she want that.”
You knew it sounded bitter but, you couldn’t help it. 
“Hey -” he grabs your arm as you head towards the door, pulling you in and kissing you .His hand coming to your cheek, fingers resting on the back of your head, giving you the comfort he couldn’t offer with words. 
“Plus” he whispers into your lips “It will be fun to sneak around like kids for a few days.”You roll your eyes at him as his hands make their way to your ass. He gropes you for a bit before you escape his grasp headed to your room or Marianne created dungeon. Actually the room was quite nice. The flowers on the wall paper felt like a bit much but, the room got great sun and wasn’t to far from the bathroom . You liked that the estate had an old-timey feel of walking down the hall to use the toilet. Plus, it allowed you more excuses to be where Henry is. You unpacked your room and then sat on the bed next to your empty suitcase before exhaling,and finding the strength to get dressed for dinner. 
You stepped gently down the stairs ,trying to avoid the steps that creak when your hear the door close behind you. Looking up over the landing you see Henry at the top of the stairs.
“What are you doing?”he asks flatly.
You become aware of your hunched back and your body language from testing the step with your toe.
“I- I just don’t want to go.” you confessed.
He rushes in your direction, “Sweetheart you don’t have to.”
“No I mean I want to I just ….I was so excited to meet your mother and she just-”
“Listen” he leans against the wall scratching the side of his face. “I was trying to protect you. I should have tried to explain her more but it’s- she’s just so embarrassing. If you want, we can cut it short and go home tomorrow.” he seems genuinely saddened that his mom had been so rude. You hadn’t even had the chance to tackle Ellen’s presence before you hear a fumbling downstairs and his mother calling for him. He looks at you silently giving you time to decide. 
“I still want to try and win her over.” you whisper back to him. He laughs a little at your  determination and offers you his arm. You walk to dinner together and his presence gives you comfort.  
At dinner your seats are assigned. Shockingly your seat is not next to Henry’s but one of their family friend’s who was also visiting. You thought it a smart call on Marriane’s part. Had it just been the four of you for dinner the meal was sure to mostly be had in silence. You sat across from Henry and although he and Ellen had a few hushed moments this test actually caused you to feel more confident in your relationship. His mom was being a bitch but, when she did he’d nudge your foot under the table. This nudge eventually turned into a quiet game of footsies but, as adults your were grateful for the reminder that no matter how it seemed he was always prioritizing you. By the time dessert came you decided you wanted to try pushing the boundaries. His mother hadn’t said anything rude to you, she simply had not spoken to you at all. And if she had already decided she hated you  then there wasn’t much left for you to do but, enjoy the sculpture of a man that she had created. You slipped your foot from your shoe and let your footsies progress to you rubbing him through his pants with your foot. His eyes shoot to you across the table,but he doesn’t give you away. You can feel him growing harder under your toes as he melts into his chair. His face looks so small and innocent, looking at you, trying so hard to be in control, to be good. His mother hurls a few rude words but, you are to turned on by the view across from you to care. Once dismissed from the table, the tempered dash to the bedroom is quick. His hand presses into your back as he practically pushes you up the stairs. His room was the closest to the stairs , as you walked past he grabs your arm , pulling you in. 
“Heeeeey hey hey.” you whisper to him as he slips his hand up your dress. “I think your mother will notice if I’m not in my room.” he groans into you. “Shhhh. I’ll come back later” you pull back winking at him. He slowly removes his hand and you turn, switching out of the room. 
You promptly switch into your best lingerie and robe while counting the minutes, listening as the sounds of the house grow softer and softer. When the coast seems clear, you softly make your way to Henry’s room. You push the door open slowly trying to mitigate the creak as much as possible.You can see his figure sitting up in the dark. You drop your robe to the ground as he closes his book. “ I thought you’d never come!” he exhales. He places his book on the nightstand and you jump into bed, straddling him. His hands reach around to cup your ass and your grab him by the wrists. 
“Don’t touch.” you warn. He cocks his head to the side as if to question the change from your usual power exchange. 
“Only with your tongue.” you smile, leaning in to kiss him. He smiles coyly and you move yourself up the headboard of the bed. You grab onto it as he pulls your panties to the side. He hums into you and you are doing your best to keep quiet as you grip down onto the headboard beneath. You reach your other hand down cradling the back of his head while his tongue explores further into you. Biting your bottom lip in an attempt to keep from crying out ,you pull his hair and his hand smack your ass in response.
“Fuck” you exhale into the darkness and just then you hear the door creak open. 
“Oh no!” you turn around to see Ellen, and no sooner than you lock eyes, you grab the duvet pulling it over both of your bodies.Henry is confused and ends up being mostly exposed during the shuffle.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
“Ummm your mom told me to- I’m sorry I-” She turned , rushing out of the room; a flurry of nerves and embarrassment. The door slammed behind her and you both looked at eachother, momentarily embarrassed too. But, then you both broke into laugher. This entire trip had been absurd, this is almost just on brand. You lift your leg in an attempt to end your straddling of him , when he stops you with a hand to your lower back. Smiling while looking up at you he says 
“I wasn’t finished yet.” and you melt back into him. 
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drewharrisonwriter · 8 months
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Donor Part 2
Part 1 | Part 1.5 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4
Pairings: Bestie Henry Cavill x OFC
A/N, Warnings: 18+, follow up to Donor. English is not my first language. There's drinking, breakups, failed IUIs and more. Just an overall adult-themed content. But no smut...YET! (BWAHAHA) As usual, not beta'ed, and plot points are perhaps shaky and a bit far from reality, but hey! It's called fiction for a reason. LOL Excuse my deluluness, you're welcome to join.
I’m AO3, too as MoonDjarin ^_^
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“I don’t think I can do this anymore.” You said, a tear escaped from the corner of your eye, slipping down your cheeks which you immediately wiped with the back of your hand.
Henry pulled you in on a side hug, letting out a slow sigh, closing his eyes as he planted a kiss on your temple.
Five negative pregnancy tests sit on your bathroom counter. 
Five more to add to the stash of tests that you somehow decided you wanted to keep in a box under the counter. Just in case…of what? You're not even sure yourself.
This was your third try over the past year. Three rounds of IUI and a box full to the brim of negative pregnancy tests lay heavy on your heart and mind.
For all the things you've accomplished all your life, this is becoming the most challenging. You already feel like a failure.
"There's always a next time, darling." Henry comforted you, gently rubbing the small of your back. You just sobbed, soaking his shirt with your tears.
"I don't know. I'm so sorry for dragging you into this, Hank." He hushed you gently and led you out to your living room.
You both settled on the couch, where you snuggled to Henry, feet tucked under you, as you continued to sob and he just held you against his broad chest.
"I just don't get it, why is it so hard? I'm literally biologically made for this."
"Well, just because it didn't happen now doesn't mean it won't. It's only been three tries." He cooed.
"Three tries over the span of 8 months, Hank. I took a really long break, I gave up touring for this. You…took time for this, too."
“You do realize that you can’t go on tour when you’re pregnant, right?” He replied and you just let out a loud sigh. 
“But I’m not. I could be touring instead, you could be out on a date with someone you like.” He snorted. 
“Well, first of all. I love you, you know that. And darling, you can’t be in two places at once. These things take time. Why so hard on yourself?”
You honestly feel like your brain is so fried and your body so tired, and bloated. 
You feel like shit. 
The tests may tell you there’s no baby in there, but boy do you look pregnant from the bloatedness, thanks to the fertility medications that have proven themselves useless so far and it’s becoming a tabloid talk recently. 
You can’t read another pregnancy speculation about yourself.
Not when you know it’s not happening at all. Plus, there’s a huge chance of dragging Henry’s name into it, which you’re doing your best to prevent from happening. Not going out in public with him where you know you could be snapped. You haven’t told anyone about your little secret, not even his family. 
“I’m taking a break from this then.” You said softly, after a long pause. Henry looked at you, surprised to hear the words come out of you. He just nodded in response, and pulled you in closer. 
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Henry pulled up your driveway and turned down the radio, opening the passenger side of the door to let you in. You pulled the door open and got in, giving Henry light air kisses on each cheek. 
“Look at you!” You leaned back to take him in, and whistled. He cocked his head in laughter with a hand across his chest, like it was about to burst. 
It’s been six months since the last time you saw each other; you stopped trying and went back to touring for a bit, and he went on to start filming a movie and doing press junkets here and there. 
It had been a busy couple of months and it made Henry think of the what ifs. Glad that you both don’t have to think of a child in the middle of all the things going on in your lives recently, but sad that you don’t get to hold your dream in your arms. 
You both have talked about it, co-parenting. You were surprisingly alright with it, “Better have both parents if you can, right?” You had said, but were clear that you won’t be asking him for anything, still offering to not have him on the birth certificate or forcing a set schedule on him to have the child over, which honestly broke his heart. 
You’re always giving him an out, always thinking of him, his career, his family. 
He wanted to give the child his last name, he wanted to take care of them on his times off or even bring them to set on his days with them, but he didn’t tell you that. In fact, there are so many things that Henry held back as he didn’t want to take this away from you, he knows how important this is to you. 
He’d convinced himself that he’d be content with whatever you give him. He just wants you to have your dream and be happy. He can be happy with that, too. 
“So, how’s life on the road?” He asked as you snapped your seatbelt on and he began to drive. 
“Good, the usual.” You replied casually. “And how are you, Superman? A little birdie told me you’re seeing someone.” You wiggled your eyebrows playfully at him, and he just side-eyed you with a cocked brow. 
“Let me guess, Charlie told you?” He breathed. You shook your head, opening your purse to take out a packet of Reese’s pieces. 
“No, your mom, actually.” You replied, shoving marbled chocolates into your mouth. Remembering the phone call you had with Marianne a few weeks ago, and your brain immediately goes into overdrive. Wondering if Henry would still want to donate sperm or if this budding relationship of his had changed his mind. You remember feeling hurt that you won’t be co-parenting with him… But as always, you understood. He has his life, you have yours. He’s already given you so much all those months ago when you tried. 
Your brain went into a hundred different scenarios all at once during that phone call, you wondered how you ever got through it. 
“Hey!” He exclaimed when he heard you ripping the packet and started chewing. “No eating in the car!” 
“Jesus, so strict! It’s just Reese’s pieces, it’s not gonna stink up the damned car. Calm down! Here, have some...” You held your hand out next to his mouth and he reluctantly ate the chocolates. 
“Damn, that’s good.” He muttered. 
“So, who’s the girl?” You pressed on, still chewing, and he just chuckled, shaking his head. 
“No one.” He said, holding his palm out and you poured more Reese’s in them. “It didn’t work out.” He added before shoving the chocolate into his mouth. 
“Oh, that’s too bad.” You replied dryly. 
“Enough about me.” He said, mouth still full with chocolates. “Excited for tonight?” 
“Oh absolutely. Haven’t seen you and the gang in a long time.” He chuckled at the way you referred to his brothers and some of your group of friends’ as ‘the gang’. 
It was Charlie’s birthday and drinks were overflowing, the music was loud, reverberating throughout the exclusive club one of your common friends owns. You were lost on the dance floor, a drink in hand swaying–hoping your legs won’t give out from both exhaustion, fun and alcohol all mixed together like the cocktail in your hand. 
Your friend, Emilia, stood on her toes lightly to whisper something in your ear. You could not hear exactly what she was saying, but she was gesturing with her thumb to the guy behind her holding her other hand, with a huge smile plastered on his face. You just nodded and they left. 
You saw Charlie and Simon going back to the dancefloor with a bottle of champagne on each hand, showering people with the bubbly treat. You laughed as both men refilled the now empty glass in your hand until it overflowed and your shoes were soaking wet. 
Charlie chugged down a bottle and raised it with a loud “Whoo!” when he finished it in one go. You laughed harder and downed your own drink in one go, too. Simon refills it soon as you’re done. 
You’re definitely drunk now. 
The two men went deeper into the dance floor and shared the bubbly drinks with more of the guests dancing. Left alone now with a half-empty glass, you started or more like swayed your way back to the bar, almost stumbling over a bar stool when you suddenly felt a hand slip on your waist, pulling you up to your seat, you turned halfway to see who it was and surprised to see Henry beaming down on you, hand still splayed across your stomach. 
“Enjoying yourself?” He whispered next to your ear, lightly nuzzling his nose at your earlobe. You felt a shiver run down your spine. 
He seemed to be drunk, too. You thought. Except he wasn’t; Henry tried his best to stick to just a pint, knowing that he’d have to drive later that night. But there was something about you, about the situation, about the dress you’re wearing that made him a little bolder than usual. He took his hands off you, afraid of ruining the moment. 
You smiled and nodded in reply, “Yeah. I’m not drinking anymore. I’m too old for this.” You laughed as he settled in the seat next to you. You flagged the bartender and ordered yourself a bottle of water.
“I can’t do this anymore.” You said after downing half of the bottle. “I’m too old for this.” You repeated.
“Would rather stay home with the kids, honey?” He joked and you laughed. 
“Yeah, better call the sitter cause I’m going home now to tuck them in myself.” You joked back with a wide smile as you got off your seat. He threw his head back laughing. 
“No, seriously, Hank. I’m going home.” You told him and he nodded. 
“Let me take you home.” You shook your head ‘no’. 
“It’s fine, Hank. I’m calling an Uber.” 
“There are paps outside, I’m driving you myself.” You snickered at his argument. 
“What difference would it make? Paps seeing us together would only make it worse.” He knew you were right, but he can’t let you go home alone like this. 
But Henry was persistent. He took your hand and led you to a back exit that leads straight to the parking lot, not long after you were seated at the passenger seat of his car as you watched London go by in blur through the window. 
“You okay?” He asked, you’ve be been quiet for far too long.
“Mmhmm…” 
“What’s going on in there?” He asked, tapping a finger on your temple and you snickered, shaking your head. 
“Nothing…I think I’m just tired.” Lie. You wanted to ask him if he’s dating again after the last one Marianne told you about. You wanted to ask him if he’d still want to donate, and co-parent, and draw dreams together in the air like you did a few months ago. But you’ve thought of this over and over the past few weeks, it wouldn’t be right anymore. 
You wondered why you never thought of possible scenarios before you even started with your IUI’s.
Henry let out a slow breath, he knew exactly what’s in your head. He knew that you weren’t over the disappointment and the heartbreak from the last time your IUI failed. He knows so well, and this is exactly what he was waiting for, an opportunity to open it up.
“When’s your next time off?” He asked and you looked up at him slightly surprised.
“I have one last string of shows in London next weekend and after that I’m a free man.” You replied. “Why? Do I need to babysit Kal again?” You joked. 
He laughed, shaking his head, his curls bouncing on the side of his head. His dimples were so deep and the light that shone through the windshield from the car in front of you casted a beautiful shadow against his sharp features. 
Wow, you are definitely drunk. 
“What are you looking at?” He asked when he felt your eyes on him; He cocked an eyebrow at your direction, but you only shook your head in response. Willing yourself to stop ogling him.
Nearly 20 years of friendship, you asked yourself, why are you only realizing exactly just how handsome he is? 
You always knew he was good looking, great physique, killer smile, incredible sense of humor. But you’ve never seen him in this light nor have you ever felt a warmth pooling in your center at the mere sight of him.
What was in the drinks at Charlie’s party?
He looked at you and let out another laugh and muttered, “Jesus.” Your brows are furrowed, lips slightly parted and you look at him not with confusion, no. It’s as if you’re coming to a sudden realization about something, if only he knows what. 
He called out your name, looking at you quickly and turning his eyes back on the road, his grip on the wheels tightened a bit. Knuckles almost turning white. 
“Hmm?” You sounded like you were being taken out of a daze. He chuckled and shook his head. “You are so drunk, are you?” 
“I guess.” You murmured, blinking a few times before looking down at your hands, playing with the hem of your skirt. 
“May I ask you something?” 
“Go on.” 
“Would you…” He started but he paused. “Would you want to try again?” 
That startled you. After the last time you tried and failed, and then him dating again, you didn’t think he’d still want to donate. And if you’re being a hundred percent honest with yourself, you wouldn’t want to ask him anymore, not wanting to complicate his future relationships by being tied to you with a child. Despite the fact that you think he’s the perfect donor, in all aspects, including co-parenting. 
“I don’t know, Hank. I mean, of course I wanted to try again but…” You swallowed, man, this is hard but it’s for the best, you thought. “But you don’t have to donate anymore.” 
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justjams2003 · 2 years
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Kal’s sixth sense
A/N: Hello everyone! I have an extreme need to write like very short Henry drabbles about things like, how he talks abt you in interviews, those vogue 100 questions, getting ready for his premieres, how he would react to you (an influancer) doing those tiktok trends and other. Would you guys be interested??? Also this is inspired by a tiktok I saw of how the poster’s dog realised they were pregnant much sooner than they did.
Pairing: Husband!Henry Cavill x Pregnant!Wife!Reader
Warnings: None, it’s just cute fluff
Summary: Henry notices that Kal has been acting weird lately. Following you around everywhere. When those two pink lines shows up on the pregnancy test, things makes sense.
Word count: 615
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Henry’s brow raises as he watches you walking into the bathroom. Usually he stays in bed with Henry, cuddling. Now, however, he plops down in front of the closed door. How strange? “Kal,” he calls to his pup. The dog, lifts his head, looking at Henry, the door, then back at Henry. Usually he would come running, but he just lays his head back down.
He’s reading a book, on the couch. Though something is off. The familiar heat of Kal’s body by his legs is nowhere to be found. He looks around, he not somewhere else in the living room. Henry sits up, looking into the kitchen. He sees you, deeply focused on cooking. Yet, there Kal sits, right by your feet. Again Henry calls for his pup and he does the same as before.
Now Henry is noticing it a lot more. Kal seems upset leaving the house if you’re not with. When doing interviews he’d sit on your side. When if public he’s become visibly anxious if anyone came too close to you for his liking. Not to mention, you’ve been sick.
Throwing up every morning and a complete loss of appetite. He’s seen movies and read articles of dogs sensing diseases like cancer before the doctors do. Oh God, he hopes and prays to who ever is listening that it’s not cancer. Now, he’s spiraling.
Kal notices, climbing into his lap as the two boys are sitting in front of the bathroom door. “Are you okay?” He calls out, knocking slightly on the door. You’d run in the bathroom, throwing up, though those noises have stopped long ago and he’s getting worried.
Luckily, his worries soon end as the door flies open. Looking down, you see Henry looks disheveled. His curls stand in all directions from his bed-head. His eyes tired but still frantic. Though, you’re sure you don’t look much better. Henry’s brows furrow.
You seem to have been and are crying. With a little pink stick in your hand. “What’s wrong, my dear?” he asks, immediately shooting up to hold you. Looking down at whatever you’re holding. Though, his believes his eyes are deceiving him. That can’t possible be what he thinks it is and it can’t possibly say what he thinks it does.
You shake your head no, “Nothing is wrong,” you smile up. Your big eyes glimmering with tears. Yet, as you smile, Henry can see they’re tears of joy. “Are you...?” He’s scared to say it. In-case this is a dream. As if speaking the word will curse it not to be real.
A sob escapes your lips as you nod. “Yes, yes, I’m pregnant!” His ears seam to ring with joy. He’s sure he yelled with excitement, picking you up and spinning you around, but he’ s also sure he blacked out from pure bliss. As the moment dies down, a realisation hits Henry.
He looks down at his Akita, “I guess you knew, huh, buddy?” He asks, petting him between the ears. Kal perks up, as if he is happy at the final realisation. “What do you mean?” You ask, furrowing your brows as you look between them.
“Haven’t you noticed?” He questions, as if its been the most obvious thing in the world. You shake your head, biting your lip. “He’s been following you around. Protecting you and this little muffin.” He explains, his big hand on your still flat belly.
Your cheeks flare with a whirl of emotion. Pride and amazemnt one of them. You bend down, Kal of course, already by your side. “You’re gonna be an amazing big brother,” you coo, filled with love from your, now, family of four.
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geekwritersworld · 1 year
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BEARS AND BABIES
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pairing: Henry Cavill x y/n (gender is specified only in a few places)
Warnings: fluff, a breakdown of sorts
summary: as stated in the request.
A/n: so i received this request months ago. I only got to work on it now since I moved to another continent, basically, for uni. This was my first time moving away from my parents and adjusting to life in Germany, so it took me a while to get back on my feet. But I'm here now :)
Feedback, reblogs and comments are more than appreciated, it keeps ya writer motivated💛
Henry had been travelling quite bit for the last few months- venturing beyond his comfort zone, auditioning for roles he wouldn't normally do.
There were other projects, besides acting, he was working on that he was incredibly enthusiastic about. Which meant that Henry was spending time away from home quiet often recently.
While this was great for him, it did mean leaving his partner and child behind often.
That being difficult as it was, you then suggested that he take Kal with him so he atleast had someone while you had your daughter to keep you company.
Henry had insisted on leaving Kal with you and your daughter to protect you, but you insisted otherwise.
Emerson, your 2 year old daughter, was not very happy about this decision.
Henry had been gone for about a month and half. The first night spent without Henry and Kal, Emerson waddled around Kals bed and wailed. And when you picked her up to take her upto bed, she wailed louder and continued throughout the night.
With her eyes red and her nose dripping, she fell asleep sniffling, cuddled into your side while whispered that her father and Kal would be home soon.
You hoped she would feel better the next morning, but you could not have been more wrong. When she woke up the next morning- much before you that is, she began wiggling around on Henry's side, then she looked around the room and saw Kals bed near the dresser.
You woke up panicking, hearing your daughter wailing at the top of her lungs and immediately reaching to protect her before you realized she was trying to get off the bed.
So you groggily pushed the covers off of yourself and then proceeded to pick her up and walked towards where she had her eyes fixed.
You sighed when you realized she'd been crying over Kal this whole time.
You playfully gasped making her big watery blue eyes turn to you- her lips wobbling.
"You don't miss daddy? Just Kal?" You were pretty sure she didn't hear anything else you said besides Kal because at the mention of his name she began wailing once more.
Sighing, you cradled her and rocked back and forth hoping to calm her down.
Walking out of your room and into the kitchen, you quickly shifted Kals bed out of the kitchen with your foot when Emerson busied herself with sniffling in your neck.
"Let's have some breakfast, shall we?" Placing her on the counter, you moved towards the cabinets; intending to make pancakes.
The bowls and ingredients for your breakfast were set out on the countertop and you handed Emerson a wooden spoon to fascinate herself with; leaving you with some time to whip up the batter.
Your phone rung as the batter hit the pan making you curse at the timing of it all.
Your phone continued to ring while you made sure everything was fine with the pancake and quickly went over to where your phone buzzed.
"Look who it is!" you showed Emerson, your wide eyes emitting giggles from the little girl.
"Hi darling!" Henry's voice echoed through the phone and he smiled at the sight of the toddler's flour covered cheeks and giggles.
"would like to say hi to Kal-" before you could stop Henry, Emerson was already pouting with her eyes watering at the mention of the fluffy bear.
"Henry" you whined, setting the phone down and picking up your daughter; cradling her, explaining everything to Henry in a hushed voice.
"hang on" he raised his brows "she's crying for Kal but not for-"
"nope" you looked at him sympathetically.
Henry shook his head, smiling a little "well that's brilliant"
Cooing to her, you rocked side to side and looked back at the screen "Well no mention of the Akita till the two of you are back"
Nodding, you and Henry continued your conversation while the pancakes were devoured by the two of you, before eventually having to end the call when Henry was called back on set.
Distracting Emerson long enough to forget about Kal for a bit you placed her on the mat on the floor letting her fiddle with her big building blocks.
Smiling at the plastic block tower your daughter was creating you looked at your phone realizing it was already mid afternoon. So you left Emerson on the mat with her toys and decided to prepare lunch whilst cleaning up a little; peering into the living room every few minutes to make sure your daughter was alright.
The next morning you woke up to the doorbell ringing. At least it's not Emerson crying you thought. Sighing and glancing at your tiny toddler sleeping soundly on Henry's side of the bed- you pushed the covers off and hurried down the stairs, not wanting the person to ring the doorbell again; waking your daughter.
Upon hearing the click of the door as you opened it, you looked up to see a delivery person standing there.
You didn't order anything, maybe Henry had before leaving and it got here now? Confused; you asked him "Are you sure you have the right house?"
Re-checking he said "yup, says your address right here" he showed you.
Nodding, you took the package from him and signed the paper. Thanking him and closing the door, you carried the box over to the couch and put it down.
Getting a pair of scissors to open up the box, you hurried, knowing Emerson could wake at any moment and you were rather curious to get a look at the contents of the box and see what needed to be done further.
Neatly cutting through the transparent tape and opening the box, you saw something in protected in a plastic cover. So you pulled it out and cut open the packaging further.
Realizing it was a stuffed toy of some sort, it dawned on you, placing the toy down you grabbed the cardboard box it had come in and looked inside " ah! I knew it!" You muttered under your breath, picking up the folded paper from inside.
You recognized your husbands handwriting immediately, though you didn't need any further confirmation after seeing the stuffed toy identical to Kal.
Opening up the paper, your eyes observed the content.
"Darling, considering our daughter seems to miss the bear more than her own father, and seeing that she wasn't making it any easier for you with me being gone, I had a few friends work on getting a stuffed bear replicating Kal for the little one to keep her company while Kal isn't around. Please don't tell me off tonight on facetime :) Our daughter's unmissed father, Henry"
Chuckling at Henry's dramatic note, you placed it down and picked up the stuffed toy and headed upstairs to give it to your daughter.
You knew Henry wasn't actually hurt about Emerson only crying for Kal. Henry understood the bond the little girl had with the American Akita, that's not to say Emerson didn't miss her father, she did of course, but she took comfort in her mother being around. It was the same if you weren't around but Henry was, she would be alright as long as she had one of her parents there.
Pushing open the door of your room, you smiled kindly at the sight of your tiny two year old daughter curled up snug against Henry's pillow and the other pillows you had put around her to keep her from tumbling off the bed in her sleep.
The room was silent besides the sound of Emersons soft sighs.
Placing the stuffed bear next to Emerson, you decided to lay down for a while whilst waiting for your daughter to wake.
You fluttered your eyes open to the sound of excited squeals-knowing your daughter had spotted the plushie.
Before you could fully turn to look at her you felt the impact of her elbow on your chest as she fell right on you holding the soft toy version of Kal.
"oh hmpf-" You squinted looking down at your daughter. "KAL!" she screamed, her mouth right next to your ear.
Quickly moving into a sitting position, you gently moved your daughter and rubbed your ear before reaching for your phone.
Smiling and quickly typing Henry a message, you decided it was time to get out pf bed and get on with your day.
Picking up Emerson you put her in her playpen, making sure she was safe and secure and couldn't get out and hurt herself, you padded back to your room and got into the shower.
Your muscles relaxed as soon as the hot water slipped down your skin, and you let out an audible sigh, feeling refreshed. You made sure to be quick and 10 mins later turned the knob the other way and stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around yourself.
Once you'd put your clothes on, you immediately headed to Emerson's room to check up on her and make sure she was alright.
She was, as you'd guessed, busy with her stuffie.
You were grateful that Henry had sent her the toy, you for one would've never thought of it, and secondly, it kept your daughter busy which gave you more than enough time to get things done around the house without having to constantly carry Emerson around.
Pushing the last box into the shelf, you pushed your hair out of your face walked to Emerson's room when you heard your phone ring.
"hii baby" you cooed at your daughter while picking up your phone to look at the caller ID "look who it is!"
"DADA!" Emerson giggled reaching for the phone in your hand when your husbands face appeared on the phone.
Pressing on the answer tab, you let your daughter grab the phone " Hi sweetheart!" you couldn't help laughing at Emerson holding the phone in a way that Henry's view was his daughters nostrils.
Gently you pried the phone from her hands "hi bear" you feigned annoyance.
"no wait, I thought you read the letter"
you kept up the façade "oh I read the letter"
"Yeah bu- Hang on you're taking the piss out of me aren't ya?" Henry shook his head, smiling.
Letting out a laugh you nodded.
"Considering she had the fluff Kal's ear in her mouth i assume she's fond of it?" Henry asked.
"fond of it would be an understatement" you glanced at Emerson sitting with the bear on her lap.
"Oh and Hen, did you get the chance to look at the email i sent you?"
"Email? Love you know you can text me right" your husband teased.
You rolled your eyes "I know"
"Hang on, I'll check it now." you watched Henry tap away on his laptop screen with the phone set beside the laptop.
You followed his eyes scanning the email you sent him last night, waiting for him to react.
His brows furrowed "hang on, there's a picture" your heart raced.
Few seconds of silence later, Henry looked at you through the screen, his eyes wide.
Henry's voice was heavy, trying to process everything "Y/n, You're pregnant? we're having twins?"
Nodding tearfully, you said "I didn't realize I could possibly be pregnant up until 2 weeks ago"
When you'd started to feel nauseous more often than normal, you suspected you could possibly be pregnant. Henry had been gone for a month and half, the night before he left those 7 weeks ago you probably wouldn't ever forget.
However you were confused why it took you more than a month to realize you could possibly be pregnant, only for your doctor to confirm how normal it was to realize that you were carrying only a month or more into the pregnancy.
"Holy shit" Henry let out a breath, "twins" Henry was overjoyed, he couldn't be more excited about the addition to their little family.
But it overwhelmed him that he couldn't be there with you in person. He immediately began stressing about the fact that you were home alone with Emerson whilst being pregnant with twins.
He knew if he voiced his concern to you, you would play it off pretending you were perfectly fine. But your deepening eyebags, and dulling smile hadn't gone unnoticed by him. He noticed the way you constantly lost your train of thought, you'd phase out mid conversation, more often than normal that is.
Henry noticed the way you avoided answering his questions of how you were doing by immediately telling him of something cute Emerson had done the day before.
Moreover he hated that he couldn't do much about it so far away from you.
Henry and you spoke for a little while longer, mostly it was both of you practically bubbling with happiness about the news.
Once Henry had finished speaking with you, he immediately began typing out a message to a different contact.
The sun was beginning to rise as the wheels of the plane touched the ground.
The American Akita wagged his tail as he climbed down the stairs of the plane into the cool humid London air.
On the drive home, Kal rested his head on Henry's lap, while Henry looked out the window everything passing by.
He hoped he'd be able to convince you, considering you told him you'd taken time off of work, perhaps, you would agree.
When he finally saw the house in view, he thanked and paid the driver before getting out and grabbing his stuff.
It was almost 6 am; doubting you'd be awake, he pulled out the keys and quietly unlocked the door.
"alright boy, you have to be really quiet" Henry pet Kal's head who then quietly pattered to the couch.
Henry was exhausted, deciding since there was still time for you to wake up, he'd take a nap in the guest room.
He moved to the room, shutting the door behind him, he let out a sigh of relief when his head hit the pillow. Before long he'd dozed off.
When he woke sometime later, he worried that he may have woken too late when he heard his daughter crying upstairs and you trying to calm her down, so he decided to help out a little.
You couldn't understand why your little one kept crying and wouldn't stop. She'd been crying for almost 15 full minutes and you were on the verge of tearing up yourself.
Your head felt heavy and your eyes burned, you put Emerson down, which made her wail louder but you still heard it.
"I think I can help"
Whipping around, you broke down. Maybe it was the exhaustion of the last few weeks, or maybe it was the overwhelm of the new changes, or it was just the hormones, you didn't know what it was, but you couldn't hold back the tears anymore.
Henry moved towards you, picked up Emerson who calmed down at the sight of her father, and hugged you tight. Wrapping your arms around his torso, you wept.
"crap I don't know how you're home so early but I don't care either" your voice muffled was through your sobs, but Henry heard you perfectly and chuckled.
"I'm gonna put you down for a minute sweetheart"
"wha-oh" you realized Henry was talking to your daughter.
Putting Emerson on the bed, Henry quickly called for Kal who came into the room wagging his tail, and paused to look at Henry and you when he neared the bed where Emerson was trying to get down to get to Kal.
"You can get on the bed this once bear" Henry nodded at the Akita who immediately occupied the 2 year old's attention.
Turning his complete focus on you , Henry hugged you again, wrapping one arm around your waist and the other he placed on the back of your head, holding you against him.
He knew you hated crying which meant that now that you had calmed down a little you would try to pull away from him. Henry decided that later on he'd trying to talk to you about everything, for now however, he'd try to take your mind off of everything.
"Darling?" he said, still holding you, now the two of you were swaying a little, while Emerson giggled with Kal behind you.
"hm"
"You think we can name on of the twins Geralt?"
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viking-raider · 4 months
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I can't remember if I made a Tag List for my upcoming Christmas one-shot (Title still sorta in the works) I'm just going to redo it! Apologies if I have. I don't have i saved in Dafts here or my Tag List blog.
So, if you would like to be tagged in my future Christmas fic, Comment or Reblog this with a Christmas-y Emoji! ❄️🎄🎅
Synopsis: You and Henry are decorating for Christmas, when your little Golden Egg decides to come early.
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greensleeves888 · 2 years
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Widow's Pique - Chapter 31
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Overview: Penny is a 41 year old mother of one, existing day to day in the normal world until a chance encounter changes everything, for everyone.
Author’s Notes: Hey Tumblrs! So this is my first ever story (not counting the shit I created at school). So be easy on me! I apologise for any typos, and for my misunderstanding of basic punctuation. This story has a little bit of Yours Truly woven into it. It’s a slow burn, full of angst, inner monologues, and insecurities but promises a happy ending of sorts! Using just my imagination and countless hours “researching” Mr. Cavill, I hope I can portray a different side to this fascinating man. Please indulge me …
Pairing: Henry Cavill x Plus Size/Curvy OFC (Penny) Chapter: 31 of ?
Word Count: 10.5k!
Warnings: Angst. Pregnancy. Alcohol. Weight issues. Foreplay.
Disclaimers: This is all fiction baby!
Over 18’s only. No permission is given for reposting my work, copying it or parts of the source material, and claiming it as your own.
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Widow’s Pique
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"White or Pink Pen?"
"White, always white" Penny shouted from her office over the sounds of Dusty Springfield.
She was dancing on the spot as she worked on an intricate collage piece at her idea bench. Moments later a large, warm pair of hands crept onto her hips as Henry joined her.
"I'm sorry to interrupt the artist at work honey, but I just couldn't resist those wiggling hips".
Penny spun around and laced her hands behind Henry's neck, continuing her swaying. Henry took the opportunity to steal a kiss from her smiling lips and a squeeze of her ample backside in the process.
She rested the side of her head against his chest as they continued to move to the music. Henry peppered her hair with more kisses as he squeezed her close.
"You ok mama?" he asked as the song finished.
"I'm good thanks." she spoke dreamily.
"What can I do for you, get for you?"
"Nothing Honey, I have everything I need." she rested her head back against his chest as she rubbed her hands over his strong, smooth back, tucking her hands up under his t-shirt to feel his soft, warm flesh.
"Was that Fernando on the phone?"
"It was indeed."
"All ok?"
"All is ok. Going swimmingly in fact"
Henry had kept his word and had made the wedding planning as stress-free as possible. In the space of two weeks the date had been set, invites sent, catering and entertainment sorted and even the flowers. By using the professionals (and throwing undisclosed amounts of money in their direction), most of the hassle was out of their hands, leaving Henry and Penny just to make the fun decisions. The venue was easy; Penny's back garden was perfect for an informal late summer wedding. The field behind would house a marquee for the meal and evening entertainment. All that was needed to finalise was Henry's suit and Penny's dress.
"So are you excited to sort out your dress tomorrow, Pen?" he asked, knowing she was apprehensive.
"I am, I just hope they can make me something comfortable and pretty. God knows how much bigger I'll be in another two weeks time!"
Henry rumbled a small laugh, placing his hand on the side of Penny's stomach, rubbing it gently.
"You're going to look stunning Pen, I have no doubt."
He was careful with his choice of words, knowing how uncomfortable she had become lately. He was also worried the baby might arrive before they had the chance to get married. Penny certainly looked ready to go. She hardly complained though, in fear of him becoming even more over protective of her.
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Henry insisted on driving Penny to the dressmakers, parking up in a secluded alleyway to access the discreet entrance for high-profile clients. Marianne and Helen were already inside, sipping champagne despite it only being 11am. He wore a tracksuit and baseball cap as his 'disguise' as he graciously helped Penny out of the beast. He made sure Penny was happy and comfortable inside the boutique before being shooed away by his mother.
"I'll meet you all back at yours later ok?"
"Yes dear, now clear off darling, you're not supposed to be here." Marianne quipped as she waved her hand dismissing Henry from the lavish room. Henry grumbled and kissed Penny gently on the lips.
"Any issues, call me ok honey?"
Penny nodded and crossed her heart as she helped move him towards the door.
A tall elegant lady and two young assistants wafted into the room to greet Penny.
"Ms Green? I'm Lily. It's a pleasure to meet you, thank you for choosing us to make this special piece for you."
Penny blushed, not sure she was up for all the fussing. "Thank you, Lily. And thank you for seeing me so quickly, as you can see, time is of the essence." she laughed as she patted her bump.
Although Penny had been trepidatious, the experience was unfolding to be much more relaxed and enjoyable than she'd expected. Despite spending most of the time in just her wedding underwear she enjoyed being swathed in different fabrics, Lily draping and folding the most stunning lace and silk around Penny to find the look that worked best. There were even a couple of pre-made maternity wedding dresses that Penny could try on. Unsurprisingly these were too small still for Penny, making her feel huge again. Lily was so serene and patient, listening intently to everything Penny liked and disliked. The idea of the dress slowly came together from shape ideas and inspiration from the other dresses she was shown. All of Penny's concerns were met, and Marianne and Helen even managed to keep their stronger opinions to themselves.
Once Penny was back in her own dress she hugged Lily and popped to the loo whilst Helen brought her car around to the side entrance.
Helen's drove a Tesla Model 3, which seemed like it was on the ground when Penny tried to sit elegantly in the passenger seat. She regretted wearing such a figure hugging outfit, adding to her inflexibility.
"I hope you're hungry ladies as I've booked a table for lunch at Bertrand's."
"Oh, I thought we were going back to yours Marianne? Won't Henry be waiting?"
"He'll be fine with Colin, It'll do you both good to have some time apart."
Penny wasn't sure what she meant by that but her stomach growled happily in the anticipation of food.
The beautiful Art Nouveau facade of the swanky restaurant opened up into a vast maze of eclectic but lavishly furnished booths, perfect for discreet dining. On their way to their table they hardly saw any of the other diners, but the hubbub of conversation proved that the place was full. Penny was glad of this, really not wanting to get recognised in her current state.
After a delicious array of crudités Helen and Marianne revealed their motivation behind the lunch.
"Penny, we wanted to talk to you about the wedding." Hells began, glancing nervously at Marianne.
"We, well a few of us are a little worried that this might be a bit too much for you at the moment. If you wanted to change your mind no-one at all would think bad of you."
Penny finished crunching a radish as she took in what was being said. Marianne took this as a bad sign.
"Penny, dearest. You know I adore you both, and I know Henry better than he knows himself. Once he puts his mind to something he's a force to be reckoned with. We just want to make sure that you're not feeling too pressured. We just worry, that's all."
Silence fell on the table as Penny slowly sipped her water.
"Honestly, you have nothing to worry about. I'm ridiculously calm about the wedding. It's as much my idea as it's Henry's, he's not pressurising me into anything. I swear. If anything it's been taking my mind off birthing this huge-ass baby."
Helen snorted, and instantly covered her mouth in embarrassment.
At that moment Marianne's phone rang, it was Henry.
"We're just grabbing a bite to eat darling. Penny was famished." Marianne winked at Penny as she continued to 'uh-huh' and 'ok' to Henry's call.
"She's fine Henry, we are taking good care of her, it's all very private here too so please don't stress. See if you can help your Dad move the treadmill upstairs while you're waiting." All three ladies chuckled at the thought of Henry wrestling the machine up the staircases.
After the call, lunch progressed as normal. Talking of their outfits and the guest list.
"Henry's requested no phones at the wedding too, that'll be interesting. He's also hired security! I've never heard of security at a wedding, I think it's a bit OTT really."
"It's all quite standard for this kind of do Penny. Let's just hope the press don't get a whiff of it beforehand, you don't want helicopters buzzing over the house." Helen joked, but Penny suddenly sat up a bit straighter, looking concerned.
Marianne held her wrist "Are you ok my dear?"
"Could that really happen? I not a big fan of paparazzi or helicopters." Penny shuddered thinking back to the time Henry was whisked away from her.
"There's always a small chance of it being leaked, but Henry is more than on top of the privacy for everyone, especially you my darling." Marianne squeezed her wrist again before finishing her fish.
Penny sat back, feeling a small braxton hick threatening. Her appetite for her fancy sandwich suddenly lost.
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Four days before the big day the house and grounds were already buzzing with people. The marquee was set up. the walkways being laid, the car parking mats covered the field next door, and swathes of festoon lights were being hung in every space. A small barn-style building was being constructed at the end of the garden. This was the covered area for the wedding, where Penny and Henry would stand. It was beautiful, even before it was decorated. Penny wondered if they could keep it.
Today Lily was visiting with the final fitting of the dress, Penny couldn't wait to see it. Henry's tailor was already downstairs, making final adjustments to Henry and Ben's suits.
"Jesus George, the waist is cutting into me, is that right?" Henry complained, feeling a bit hot and bothered.
"Well, Henry that will be because you are a little bit fatter than the last time I measured you. I'm going to have to let this out, quite a lot too by the looks of it."
Henry breathed in and looked in the mirror. Ben sniggered at him.
"Hey, short stuff, the same will happen to you when you get to my age." Henry joked as he breathed out again and patted his pooch. He'd not paid that much attention to his own physique of late. Especially as he'd cleared his schedule and had cut down on the training. What he'd forgotten to cut down on was his calorie intake. He looked again in the mirror as George fussed around his waistband, getting impatient with Henry's movement.
"It's not too bad is it George?" Henry rubbed his stomach, purposefully pushing it out even more for comedic effect.
"Hmm, nothing that a girdle wouldn't fix, now keep still."
Henry looked at Ben and pulled a face like a naughty school boy.
"No competition for Mummy's though Ben, right?" he joked "Don't tell her I said that please!" he added, suddenly becoming serious.
Ben motioned locking his mouth and putting the key in his t-shirt pocket.
The gate buzzer seemed to be going off every 10 minutes with one delivery or another. This time Colin was sent to answer the door as Lily and her two assistants arrived carrying a huge garment bag between them. He smiled, nodded and again wordlessly ushered them towards the stairs.
Penny was in her bedroom with Kate helping her tie her hair back. She was already suffering in the heat, a large fan blasted warm air at her in an attempt to cool her down. She fiddled with the back of her white bra as Kate swotted her hand away and sorted it for her. She'd resorted to bearing a belly band to support her bump. Henry helped her with it every morning now, it gave her some relief on her aching back and hips. He'd also cradle her bump for her as he stood behind her. It was such a relief until he gave up complaining it was uncomfortable and pulling his back.
A light knock on Penny's bedroom door signalled the arrival of Lily and The Dress. At this point Penny just wanted something white that fitted. Lily greeted Penny like an old friend, Penny loved how elegant and serene she was. She hoped some of that would rub off on her right now.
"Are you ready for this Penny? Any adjustments we can make today, we have our kits with us, so don't worry at all ok?"
The garment bag was hooked onto the top of the door frame as the two young assistants Eloise and Suni slowly unzipped and lifted it out to present to Penny.
"Oh, my, god Lily! It's absolutely stunning, you're a freakin' wizard! The detail, the fabric, it's, it's, just beautiful - so beautiful." Penny covered her face as she shuddered a huge cry into her hands. Kate rubbed her back as she too hitched her breath with tears in her eyes.
"Right, enough of the hormones Mrs Bump. Let's wrangle you into this and see how it looks." Kate barked, knowing that they needed to get a move on.
Another knock at the door signalled mild panic thinking Henry was trying to come in until Marianne spoke from the other side.
"Is it here? Can I see it Penny?"
Carefully, the several pairs of hands helped Penny step into the silk slip under-dress. Lily skilfully began lacing the back as the cool, soft fabric began to mould around Penny's curves. The bias cut of the fabric clung to Penny's shape without restricting her movement.
Next was the sheer lace part. Suni and Eloise laid this out on the floor in front of Penny. She carefully stepped into the centre as the delicate fabric was lifted up carefully. Marianne stood with her hands over her mouth. Tears in her eyes, unable to speak. Kate was also uncharacteristically quiet as she swallowed her emotions, not wanting to set Penny off again.
Slowly Penny threaded her arms into the long sleeves, thankful that the fabric had some give to it. Nothing felt tight, everything fitted so well. Lilly and Suni began to fasten the tiny buttons at the back as Eloise adjusted the fabric to the right position. Penny smoothed her hand over the beautiful open mesh cotton lace, tracing the large swirls and leaves.
"Now Penny, the good news is that we just have half a dozen buttons to reposition, tell me, how does it feel? How do you feel in it?
At this point Eloise angled Penny's floor mirror towards her. She stared at her reflection, unable to find the right words, amazed at what she was seeing. Her large bump looked perfectly at home within the dress, something Penny never expected. Her hips were smooth, her arms looked slender, and even her boobs were flattered but tamed within the stunning outfit.
Realising that everyone was waiting for her to speak, Penny cleared her throat.
"I - I bloody love it!!" as she jumped up and down on the spot squealing.
Everyone else followed suit as downstairs in the kitchen Henry, Colin and Ben stared up at the ceiling.
"Either the dress looks good, or there's a huge spider in the bedroom", Henry joked as he picked up Ben for a hug. "Let's go check on the progress outside, short stuff." and they went to track down Fernando, the wedding planner.
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After lunch more pampering arrived for Penny, a fresh hair colour and spray tan whilst Marianne and Colin readied the spare rooms for more guests.
Even Callum was helping by re-gravelling the track and tidying up the entrance through the farm.
Penny had needed another nap so Kate left her to rest whilst she surveyed the back garden, marvelling at how pretty it already looked. She found Henry in the marquee looking frazzled.
"Hey, hot stuff - how's it all going?"
Henry blew a sweaty curl from his forehead as his face cracked into a tired smile.
"It's ok, there are a few delays with some bits and bobs, but on the whole, ok. There's just so much last minute stuff. Is Penny ok?"
"Yeah, she's having a cat nap. I thought you had a guy for all this running around?"
"I do, I just want it to be perfect."
"Well it won't be perfect if your blood pressure is through the roof and you feel like shit will it? Now come inside and have a drink and a sit down - no buts."
"Yes Mrs Roberts" he saluted as he followed Kate back through the garden, his beady eye checking off other things he still needed to ask Fernando about. Kal bounded up to him, knowing he need a bear hug.
"Leave the dog Son and come and get a cold one, you've done enough for today." Colin instructed.
Henry laughed at everyone's concern, he felt truly grateful of how helpful everyone had been. He grunted in discomfort as he sat down at the dining table, grabbing for some buttered bread.
"Why don't you get an early night after you've eaten poppet?" Marianne suggested.
"You all trying to get rid of me or something?" he muttered with his mouth full.
"Not at all, you just need to save some energy for the big day son, and of course tomorrow evening."
Henry had refused a stag do, convincing himself he would jinx everything and send Penny into early labour if he were to go somewhere, so instead his brothers were coming to the farm to give him some kind of a traditional send off.
Kate had organised a similar evening for Penny despite her reluctance too. Henry had pleaded with Kate not to do anything too rowdy.
"It's not a stag do Pops, just a few of us having a couple drinks and playing some poker ok?"
"Of course, of course." Colin winked at Ben, who had been clinging to his new grandad like a limpet since he arrived.
Henry decided an early night was very appealing if it meant escaping the fussing, and the chance to spend some alone time with his Penny.
"Hey sleepyhead." Henry whispered as he kissed Penny's forehead.
"Oh, shit. It's dark already, you should have woken me up." Penny groaned, as she shuffled and shifted to sit up. Henry went to help her but she clamped her arms down in defiance "I'm fine Henry, I can sit up myself!"
Henry stood back, hands in the air. Too tired to laugh or get annoyed at her snapping. Instead he began undressing on the way to the bathroom to clean his teeth.
Moments later Penny appeared to use the toilet.
"I'm sorry, I couldn't wait." she apologised for her unladylike gesture.
"You can poop in front of me my dear, I really don't mind."
"I'm not pooping, just having a wee. Your daughter is using my bladder as a yoga mat."
Henry chuckled, she was always 'his' daughter when she was causing trouble. He had a feeling this would still be the case once she arrived. He was more than ok with that, already knowing she would have him around her little finger from day one.
Back in bed, Penny remained sitting up as Henry plonked himself down face first and wrestled with his pillow for a comfortable position.
"You're exhausted Hen." Henry murmured into his pillow. Penny reached over and began rubbing his shoulder muscles, Henry groaned again. After a couple of minutes he shifted to lay on his side, taking Penny's hand and kissing it.
"You shouldn't be fussing over me, I should be fussing over you, my love"
Penny smiled softly "You've not stopped for days, you're going to be exhausted by Saturday."
"I'll be fine. I'm strong, like ox" he joked as he flexed his bicep half heartedly.
"I'm sorry for snapping earlier, I know I've been a prize bitch lately."
Henry smirked and blinked slowly. "You've not been a bitch, you wouldn't know how. So you've been a bit testy. So would I carrying around our not so little beany baby 24/7. You're doing so well honey, I'm so very proud of you."
Penny's skin shivered with his praise. Henry schooched up to sit closer, his large warm hand atop Penny's round stomach. Henry dipped his head towards her belly and kissed it. Penny rested her hand over his.
"Mummy and I can't wait to meet you our darling girl. Just keep on baking nicely, ok?" he kissed her again as Penny wrapped her arms around her beautiful, sweet man. Overwhelmed with happiness and emotion. She began to cry, a regular occurrence lately, as Henry shushed her, peppering her hair with kisses as they both drifted off to sleep together.
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The next day seemed just as hectic as the last few. Not helped by the arrival of more Cavill's.
Kate's sole purpose seemed to be in following Penny everywhere she went, making her sit down and drink and eat enough. Whilst Kate had to visit the loo Penny escaped into the back garden to check on things. She found Henry and Callum helping roll barrels of beer towards the marquee. It was only 10am but the sun was already scorching hot. Both men were red faced and very sweaty.
"You know there are dozens of guys here that are hired to help with this kind of stuff!"
Henry straightened up, his back obviously hurting him.
"Why are you out here Penelope?" he scowled at her, ignoring her comment.
"Because I'm sick of being under house arrest, I want to help."
"Somehow I don't think you're going to be much help at the moment Penny." Callum joked.
Henry shot a worried glance at Callum.
"I'm pregnant, not useless Callum." Callum looked at the ground, knowing he should have kept his mouth shut.
"Pen, most of the stuff is lifting and shifting stuff. You really think that's a good idea?"
She pursed her lips, knowing she had a weak argument.
Surprisingly Henry added "Find Fernando, he's in the marquee, he might have a job for you."
Penny perked up and turned on her heel as she tried her best not to waddle away towards the marquee.
Callum gave a surprised look in Henry's direction.
"Don't worry, Fernando will send her away. He's terrified she's going to have the baby any second now." Henry laughed.
"Aren't we all?" Callum added as they shared a concerned look at each other.
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The plan that evening for the 'non' Hen and Stag do's was for Helen's girls to host a fun games and pizza night for the children upstairs, whilst the men tested out a section of the marquee and the bar outside. This left the ladies with the downstairs of the house. Whilst Penny was upstairs trying to find something to wear the other ladies were setting up balloons and decorations as a surprise. Henry poked his head in through the back door only to be shooed away by everyone.
Out in the marquee, Colin was mixing up cocktails as Charlie and Simon cooked up a meat-fest on the barbeque. Tom was in the DJ Booth, reliving his youth whilst Callum helped Piers and Nik set up the poker table. Henry purposely didn't want any celebrity friends there tonight, despite feeling guilty for not inviting them. Some he'd invited to the wedding though but he didn't want it to feel like a showbiz event, it was about him and Penny.
Callum was surprised to get an invite tonight. He wasn't sure if it was the best idea considering his feelings towards Penny. Over the past few months, he'd tried to keep his distance, but Penny and Henry both tried to keep him in their lives.
Henry arrived back from the house "So let's get this fucking party started then boys!" Much to the amusement of the other Cavill brothers. Despite strict orders from Marianne, they were going to make their brother's 'stag do', an evening to remember.
Kate found Penny rifling through her wardrobe, piles of clothes already discarded on the bed. Penny was red faced and swearing under her breath as she fanned her face with her spare hand.
"Oi, Green, what the hell are you up to?"
"What does it look like? Trying to find something to fucking wear! Nothing fucking fits!"
"Woah, alright Gordon Ramsay, chill. Let me chose. Where's the first thing you tried on?"
"On the bed." Penny gestured, with a petulant look on her face.
Kate could help but smirk at her attitude, but was careful not to rile her up too much. She flipped the pile of clothes over and found a simple round neck bodycon dress made from a beautiful dusky pink stretchy fabric.
"What was wrong with this one Pen?" Kate asked.
"Too clingy, looked like Kim K on a very bad day." Penny tried to joke, knowing she was being difficult.
"But does it fit?"
"Yes.."
"And is it comfy?"
"Hmm, I guess so…"
"Great, that's what you're wearing. Put it on and stop your whinging woman."
Penny sighed and stomped over to grab the dress from Kate.
"Henry bought me this, I look like a fucking sausage in it Katie."
"I don't care, no-one cares. They just want to see you and celebrate with you ok. Stop being so difficult woman." Kate knew she was pushing her luck being so bolshy with her, but she figured it was the only way to get the night started.
Penny readjusted her boobs once she pulled the dress down. Kate grabbed some hairspray and fluffed up Penny's hair. A quick flick of mascara and lipstick and Penny was finally ready.
"Fucking Kim K would wanna look like you Pen, you look hot honey!"
Penny daren't even look in the mirror, knowing Kate was just trying to make her feel better.
After copious amounts of barbequed protein, the men readied their bravado for the poker game. The Cavill brothers, in particular Charlie, seemed supremely confident that he would fleece everyone before the night was over. Colin quietly smirked, knowing from experience that the opposite would be more likely.
"Deal me in, I'm just going to check on Pen." Henry slurred, already several beers in.
"Woah, woah, woah!" came the combined protest "Leave the woman alone, if there was a problem, you would hear about it Hank - so sit the fuck down." Piers barked.
Henry sat down with a pout.
Kate led an anxious Penny past Ben's room after goodnight kisses, and loudly announced her arrival to the gaggle of girls downstairs.
"Surprise!!!! Happy Hen, Engagement, Baby Shower Penny!!!" the well practiced chorus sang out.
Penny clutched her chest and held back more tears as she saw the beautiful balloons and banners that the girls had put up whilst she was getting ready.
"We thought we'd roll them all into one Pen, as you don't like to waste any time!" Kate whispered as she patted Penny's backside.
Julia walked up to Penny, giving her a huge double cheek kiss and then tying a pretty flowery belt around her waist as Charlotte placed an equally tasteful floral crown atop Penny's head.
Several photos were taken with the custom balloon backdrop as Marianne poured the Prosecco.
Penny reluctantly agreed to a couple sips before complaining it was giving her heartburn.
Her dress was a big hit, with everyone admiring Penny's impressive bump.
"When I was pregnant with Hughie I swelled up like a balloon, do you remember Pen? It was fucking awful, you're just all belly Pen Pen, like you were with Ben. So not fair how you can look so good when you're so pregnant!"
"Did Henry pay you all to make me feel less huge ladies?" Penny asked, half seriously as she was feeling super self-conscious in her figure hugging outfit.
"I see Hank is trying to compete with you Pen in the belly department." Heather joked, nudging Penny with her pointy elbow.
"Heather, now that's enough. You know better than to comment on Henry's weight, he can get very sensitive about it." Marianne chastised.
"He's always the first to take the piss out of my Charlie if he's starting to look a little chubby, it's nice to see the tables turned." Heather continued, as Vicky and Charlotte nodded in agreement.
"Well I love his new tummy, it suits him too." Penny added, feeling bad that Henry's weight was being discussed.
"That man can make anything look good, even a gut!" Kate chuckled.
"Well that's enough fat-shaming our lovely Henry, let's all grab some food and then we can get the games underway." Helen instructed.
"Games?" Penny asked reluctantly.
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"Read 'em and weep." Piers gloated as he laid down his winning hand amidst groans and obscenities from the rest of the table.
"Fuck this, I need a piss." Tom threw his cards down and headed off into the dark field outside, tripping over two guy ropes on the way.
"So bloody lucky Piers, next year we're going to Vegas son." Colin added
"You're on Pops, as long as we can take Hank to pay for everything."
Henry sat up from resting his head on the table, struggling to keep his eyes open after the constant flow of whiskey.
"Shall I run in and get coffees?" David suggested, being the most sober of the group.
"I'll come with you." Henry lurched out of his seat.
Callum stood to support him, "Maybe let Dave go for now Henry, you might want to sober up a bit before you go back inside."
"Hmm, kay." he agreed, feeling lightheaded from standing up so quickly.
"Let's finish up this meat and get the after party started boys." Charlie added with a chicken drumstick already in hand.
"Report back on the situation inside will you Dave?" Nik asked as David wove his way back to the garden.
The Hen party was well underway as David tried to sneak in the back, it took 5 seconds for Helen to spot him.
"David, what are you doing here?"
"Coffee." was his deliberately short response.
Helen was too tipsy to question him, "How civilised!" she chuckled before heading back to the makeshift dance floor.
Penny was trying her best to keep up with everyone despite being the only fully sober adult in the building. 'My humps' came on the sound system and one by one the ladies grabbed cushions, bowls and spare clothing to shove up their dresses to mirror Penny's impressive humps of her own.
Penny was screaming with laughter at the ridiculous sight before her. Glad that Kiri and Marianne were taking lots of photos to document it. Penny joined in as best as she could rubbing her bump against the others.
David looked up from the kitchen, shaking his head in amusement.
"There we're doing what?" Colin asked, confused by David's explanation.
"They'd all wedged cushions up their dresses to give them big bellies, like Penny's." he repeated as he set the heavy tray of coffee and cups on the bar.
"What the fuck? That's hilarious." Tom piped up.
"What was Pen doing?" Henry asked, now leaning against the bar, messily making himself a coffee.
"Dancing and laughing."
"Jesus Christ, if those women put her into labour there'll be hell to pay." Henry grumbled, trying to squint through the opening in the marquee towards the house.
"Chill bruv, she's in safe hands." Simon added, trying to stop Henry worrying.
"Maybe we should go back in the house with cushions up our tops and join them." Piers joked.
"Dad and Henry won't need the cushions though P" Charlie quickly quipped.
Henry broke the laughter with his angry rebuttal "Fuck off Chuck, I knew you couldn't help but take the fucking piss."
"Ah come on Hank, I'm only joking, so what, you're carrying a little extra timber these days."
"Don't they call it a sympathy belly?" Nik retorted with a snigger.
"Both you and Simon did the same when your girls were expecting." Nik pointed to Charlie.
"I can still take you all down brothers, just remember that."
"Let's fucking have it then!" Charlie shouted with excitement as he practically ripped off his shirt and ran towards Henry, attempting to wrestle him to the ground.
Several minutes later a bemused Tom, David & Callum leaned against the bar as they watched the five large men act like kids again, shirts off, clumsily trying to pin each other down onto the floor. Henry was bearing the brunt of most of this after his challenge.
"Are they always like this Col?" Tom inquired, as Colin sighed and nodded.
"Fucking hell Piers, mind my face." Henry grunted as he tried to get away from his brothers. They helped him to his feet as he grumpily wiggled his nose, checking for damage.
"Let's try something a little more civilised shall we chaps?" Tom began, as the Cavill boys wiped their faces with their tops. "A little arm wrestling competition will sift the boys from the men I think…"
Callum looked up at the ceiling and chose to Irish up his coffee…
After an enforced break to let Penny rest, the classic baby shower games began. Labour or orgasm faces, famous baby photos, nappy snacks, and guessing the weight of the baby.
Ben sneaked down to check on Penny and see if he was missing out on any fun. He made sure to give Penny the biggest hug, with a kiss for his baby sister too before he scampered back to his own party.
Penny was helped up to go and cut the stunning three tiered buttercream cake. It had edible flowers pressed into the icing and a beautiful gold crepe paper flower on the very top. The ladies had all worked up an appetite, so before long they all were tucking into the deliciously moist masterpiece.
Penny stood looking out into the back garden, the festoon lights making everything look romantic. She could see some movement inside the marquee, but it was too far to make out what was what. She could guarantee that Henry was already three sheets to the wind, but she was glad he was letting his hair down after how hard he'd been working lately.
"Right-ho, everyone pair up and get comfy. Remember the rules gents, and may the best man win." Tom announced as he sat down to square up to Charlie. David was against Simon, Callum against Piers, and Henry against Nik.
They took turns so they could watch each match. The aim was to all arm wrestle each other, and the two with the most wins face-off at the end.
Callum was reluctant to join in, not sure if he was up for the testosterone-fuelled challenge, but he was also a little curious to see if he could beat Henry.
Nik, Tom, Henry, and Callum all faired well unsurprisingly. Tom gloated knowing they'd underestimated his natural strength. All that rock climbing was finally paying off. Charlie pouted every time he lost, only managing to beat David. Henry was being pretty cocky, sure that no one would be a match for him. He knew Nik was his biggest opponent, so braced himself for a challenge. But his flippant attitude to Callum led to a quick surprise defeat. Henry's pride was dented. His brothers found this beyond hilarious. Tom and Callum were deadlocked in their match for so long that the others started to get bored. They were both evenly matched. But Callum's larger frame eventually won for him. Finally once the scores were totted up the last match to decide the winner was on. Henry vs Callum.
Both men shook their arms and stretched. Trying to revive their overworked muscles after so many matches. Both tried pretending that they weren't too fussed about winning, but once they sat down, face to face again the atmosphere changed. This time Henry wasn't going to underestimate the farmer, he knew Callum would love to have bragging rights from this, but Henry wasn't going to allow it. He was fucking Superman for crying out loud, his inebriated brain kept reminding him.
After the first minute, both held up their sides. Each huffing and puffing with exertion. Sweat dripped off the end of Henry's nose, whilst Callum's neck and face were bright red.
"Ready to quit yet Supes?" Callum goaded.
"Just about to ask you the same thing Giles." Henry spat, with gritted teeth.
The other men shouted out their support and tried to put them off at the same time. Charlie was filming on his phone, adding to Henry's annoyance.
After another few minutes of stalemate, Colin piped up.
"Boys, you're going to cause yourselves some mischief like this, let's just call it a tie now."
Both ignored Colin and looked into each other's eyes. Neither wanted to give up, but neither felt they could keep this up much longer. Henry's bicep and forearm were on fire, his fingers threatening to cramp. The tendons in Callum's neck looked painful as he breathed heavily through his flared nostrils.
"Decorative muscles don't always equate to real world strength Cavill." Callum muttered, using what felt like his last attempt to put Henry off.
"And shoving your arm up a cow's arse does too then?" Henry added with a cocky smile.
From nowhere Callum found some extra energy as he managed to push Henry's arm to the side. Henry dug deep and used every ounce of strength, but at this compromised angle, he just didn't have the power to come back. He grunted loudly and suddenly the back of his hand hit the table, he'd lost.
"What the fuck Hank?" Charlie shouted at him.
Henry stood up, knocking his chair over in the process as he angrily walked back to the bar to reclaim his drink before heading out into the field.
Callum was amazed he'd properly beaten him, after accepting that their first match was a lucky punt. Disappointingly he didn't feel as elated as he'd expected either. He stood up, rubbing his arm as he received several pats on the back in congratulations.
Penny leaned against the kitchen island nibbling on some red peppers, one of her main pregnancy cravings, as she shifted her weight to her other foot. Marianne walked up behind her giving her a small back rub as she passed.
"Do you want me to check on them Penny?" she asked.
"Who?" Penny replied, knowing exactly who she meant as the kids had only just been checked on by Helen.
"The boys outside my dear, I can see that you're fretting a little."
"Am I that obvious?!" Penny chuckled, holding her bump as it moved. "I guess I'm feeling a little needy, I just hate being apart from him at the moment. I feel safe when he's around."
Marianne wrapped her arm behind Penny, giving her a tight squeeze.
"That's very sweet my dear, not needy at all. And perfectly natural in your condition too."
"I'm sure they're having a good time, and don't need us checking up on them," Penny admitted, making herself drag her focus away from the garden.
When Henry didn't return to the tent Callum poured a couple of whiskeys and went in search outside.
He found Henry sitting on the wooden ceremony platform at the back of the garden. He'd watched as Penny looked wistfully out into the garden and her sweet interaction with his mum. Tears had tumbled down his cheeks.
"Hey" Callum announced.
"Hey", Henry added, sniffing and wiping his face as he gladly accepted the scotch.
Callum plonked himself down beside Henry, almost losing his balance in the process.
They sat in silence for a few moments, just watching the ladies inside, smiling at their happy faces and bursts of laughter.
"Looks like they're having a good time?" Callum interjected.
"It does."
"You ok Henry?"
"Yeah, just needed some air."
Callum swigged the last of his whiskey down with a grimace. He was feeling bad thinking he'd upset Henry.
They both looked up again as a loud cheer was heard from the house. They could see Penny hugging Kate and creasing up in laughter.
"You're a fucking lucky man, Cavill."
Henry turned to look at Callum, wondering where this praise was coming from.
"I know - I know it's no secret how I feel about Penny, but above all I'm just glad she's happy again. You make her happy. Despite your noodle arms."
Henry chuckled and nudged Callum sideways, grabbing him before he toppled over.
"Thanks mate. I never thought I'd find her, I thought I'd never find this kind of happiness. We just need to find this for you too buddy." Henry put his arm around Callum.
"I'm working on it. I'm working on it."
"Don't fanny about this time though, Life is too fucking short."
Callum nodded, sucking in his emotions as they threatened to escape.
"Come on, let's go back to the lads." As he hauled himself up and held a hand out for Henry.
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Karaoke was the next segment of Penny's Hen do. Heather and Charlotte started off the proceedings with their duet of "Islands in the Stream" and Helen continued the theme with her very warbly version of "Nine to Five". Penny was quite enjoying being the sober one amidst the gaggle of loud, sozzled women. Kate decided to attempt her favourite Van Morrison tune, dedicating it to Penny, even though she had blue eyes. A few of the kids sneaked downstairs to see what all the noise was about before deciding that they preferred their video games to their mothers vocal talents.
Heather was desperate for Penny to join in, but she felt far too comfortable in her chair, and sober to be tempted. So Heather roped Marianne and Julia into a murdering of 'It's Raining Men'.
Back in the marquee Tom was back on the decks to his one loyal fan, Charlie. Reliving their Ibiza days. Henry walked straight past, spying the last sausage and grabbing for the scotch. Piers beat him too it as he flung his arm around his little brother and poured them both another drink.
"Can't believe you're finally tying the knot little brother." he shouted.
Henry nodded, and grinned. "About bloody time eh?" Henry raised his glass, "To my beautiful bride to be." he shouted as he staggered back slightly. All the men raised their drinks.
"To Penny!" they all cheered.
Tom returned to the main table where the conversation had turned to ex-girlfriends.
"Si, remember that girl you used to date with the lazy eye?" Charlie began, getting far too excited by his recollection. "whatever happened to her?"
Simon gave Charlie the death stare and raised his middle finger to his annoying younger brother.
"She broke my heart Charles, you know that you little runt."
The rest of the brothers and Colin all found this hilarious.
"What about that Spanish girl Charlie?" Simon retorted. "the one you bought a car for and she left you the week after?"
"She was Portuguese actually, and it was only a Fiat 500, not a fucking Porsche, no biggie." as he returned the middle finger gesture enthusiastically.
"What about that nice young girl that you used to court Henry? The one with the dubious family background." Colin asked, with a knowing grin already on his face.
"She was lovely, but unfortunately her brothers were the next Krays and frightened the absolute life out of me." he turned to Tom "They threatened me with castration if I dishonoured their sister!"
"Castration eh? Who would threaten such a thing?!" he winked back at Henry.
A quite lull in the conversation allowed the baseline of one of the karaoke songs to drift through the night air.
"They fucking singing in there?" Nik shouted, standing up to look outside. "Right boys, I think it's time we merge these parties, who's coming?"
"Finally!" Henry shouted, feeling glad to see his Penny again.
Helen was just starting 'Copacabana' As Charlie, Tom and Piers noisily flung open the back doors to announce their arrival.
"Someone ordered the Dreamboys Ladies?" Charlie shouted as he made a beeline for Heather with his sexiest walk.
Penny craned her neck to see the newcomers as she spotted Henry and Callum stumbling through the door together. Henry's shirt was partially unbuttoned. And what buttons were fastened were in the wrong holes. Callum was still topless as was Nik after the arm wrestling tournament.
Callum suddenly felt a little conspicuous now with several females eyes upon him.
"What the hell have you lot been up to? You all look like you've been pulled through a hedge backwards." Kate laughed as she tried to fix the mess that was her husband's hair.
Henry reached the back of the sofa and kissed Penny's forehead as she leaned back to smile at him. He then dramatically rolled over the back of the chair, narrowly missing Julia's drink.
"Woah, steady on honey." Penny added, chuckling at her lumbering man.
Henry composed himself and with a soppy smile manouvered himself to sit close up to her.
"My beautiful Pen Pen. I missed you." he smooched, lips searching for hers.
"Missed you too Yogi, did you have fun?"
"I did, I may have had a lickle too much to drink though, sorry." he pouted, looking up at Penny with puppy dog eyes.
"That's ok Hen, I don't mind. Just don't throw up on the carpet later."
"Right!!" Tom spoke loudly into the mike, making Penny jump. "All you lovely ladies have been making the sweetest of sounds, but now it's time for the men to show you all how it's done. Big man, come here and serenade your betrothed." He gestured to a reluctant Henry as Penny smiled and pushed him a little to gee him up. Everyone shouted encouragement and before long he relented and hauled himself off the sofa, slightly swaying as he finally straightened up. Tom walked over to him and ushered him back to the karaoke machine.
"So, what will it be cherub? Pick something that'll make her cry." Tom whispered into his ear.
After a bit of deliberating Henry pushed his hair out of his eyes, rotated his shoulders, and took a deep breath as the first chords began. All eyes were upon him as Penny cringed in embarrassment.
She grabbed a cushion to hide behind when she realised what he'd chosen, knowing she'd be in tears before too long.
Henry's deep baritone attempted the American screech of "Oh Lord, won't you buy me, a Mercedes Benz.." Only Penny knew the significance of this and laughed as the others looked at each other and her in mild confusion. Henry kept his gaze fixed on Penny during the whole song, enjoying her reaction. They both thought back to that bitterly cold, grey Saturday in January. Such a chance meeting. A real turning point for them both. It truly felt like fate had intervened in their lives to make their paths cross. As Henry finished the last note Penny shuffled to stand up, Henry's strong arms ready to help her as she stood and they embraced. Their tears weren't the only ones after witnessing their dedication to each other.
"Oh honey, that was beautiful." she managed to say, as Henry's broad shoulder muffled her face. Henry kept hold of her for the longest time until Charlie grabbed the mike…
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Penny had just finished what felt like her thousandth toilet visit of the day to find Henry waiting for her outside in the corridor. A naughty look in his eyes.
"Henry."
"Penelope." he replied as he stepped towards her and swept his hands around her curves. "This dress is un-fucking-believable Pen. I've been trying so hard not to ravish you in front of our friends and family. I'm literally struggling right now." He took her hand and led it over the impressive bulge in his dress shorts.
"You're kidding right? I look like an over-stuffed sausage Hen." Penny blushed, enjoying Henry's continuous exploration of her stomach, boobs and bottom. She tilted her head back as he gently pushed her back against the door.
Henry ignored her comment, leaning forward to press his forehead against hers.
"Can we have lots of babies honey, I want to keep you like this forever." Henry breathed heavily his eyes dark with arousal.
Penny raised her eyebrows at him "Christ almighty Cavill, you're practically feral tonight. Let's just get this little Princess sorted first before we talk about any more. And then we'll see how frisky you are when there's a newborn in the house."
Again, Penny's words washed over his inebriated brain and he continued to paw at her and kiss down her neck, pulling at the neckline of her dress attempting to find her nipple.
Tom walked around the corner nonchalantly and smacked Henry on his backside.
"That's what got you into this situation you horny fuckers, move aside, I need to drain the lizard."
Penny chuckled, relieved it wasn't either of Henry's parents that caught them.
"Come on honey, let's get you some water to cool you down." Penny suggested as she ushered her big bear back towards the party and Heathers singing.
Henry was stolen away by Simon, Charlie and Colin to sing Bohemian Rhapsody whilst Penny stood stretching her back against the kitchen island, wondering whose hangover would be worse tomorrow morning.
Callum sidled up to her.
"You ok Penny?" he asked, trying his best to sound more sober than he was.
"A little achey, but enjoying the entertainment." she chuckled.
"You look amazing by the way." he mumbled, instantly regretting his compliment. His cheeks flushing with embarrassment.
Penny looked up at him, trying to judge his emotion after his unexpected praise. He looked over at the others with an unconvincing passive expression on his face.
"Thanks Callum, everyones been so sweet trying to make me feel less like a bloody whale."
"No!" he stated, louder than they both expected. "It really suits you - being - being, pregnant. You're - glowing Penny." Penny looked back up at him, to see him looking back down at her. A strange expression on his face. Penny smiled, hooking her hand around his arm and giving him a small side hug.
"I'm genuinely happy for you, you know that right?" he continued, Penny looked over to see Henry's eyes on them briefly.
"Thanks Callum. You ok?" she asked, squeezing his arm and resting one hand on his shoulder.
He nodded and smiled. His eyes glassy with tears as he drank from his beer bottle.
Penny opened her mouth again to say something, anything. But an increasingly loud squeal broke the moment as Julia and Kate (who were getting on like a house on fire) barrelled up to Penny to grab her away.
"Pen-Pen, you can't say no. They've fucking got it!" as she pulled Penny away reluctantly. She looked back as Callum smiled and shooed her away. Julia unsubtly stayed behind to seize her opportunity with the farmer.
"No, No, No. It's been too long." Penny protested, seeing what she was being dragged towards.
"Come on Pen, let's have it!" Tom encouraged as Nik and Charlie joined in.
Henry stood watching this with a befuddled expression as Marianne adorably re-buttoned his shirt for him.
"Can't chicken out now Pen, unless you're too old to be cool babes." Kate goaded.
"Fuck off Roberts, give me that mike." Penny narrowed her eyes at her bestie as she abandoned her awkwardness for the challenge.
Penny launched into her memorised and well-practised rendition of 'Alphabet Aerobics', not dropping a beat or missing a word. Most of the Cavills were agog at Penny's unexpectedly skilled rap, Charlie was bouncing around like a puppy with excitement.
"Shit the bed Penny! You were fucking amazing!" Charlie shouted, draping one arm heavily over Penny's shoulders. Henry appeared to rescue her as Charlie switched to Henry's shoulder. "Did you know about your woman's hidden talents Hank?!"
"She's a woman of many hidden talents young Chuck." Henry purred with a dramatic arched brow.
"Rap Battle it is then Penelope Green." Tom announced as Penny shook her head.
"I'm too pregnant for all of this Thomas!" she protested.
"Come on! You don't hear Dre making that fucking excuse do you?" He began to giggle, finding his own joke hilarious.
Penny relented easily and performed several more hip hop classics alongside Heather, Kate, Tom, Charlie, and even Henry.
The lyrics to 'It's Tricky' coming out of Henry's mouth were hilarious for all involved. Henry hammed it up as only actors can do and gave it his best shot. Penny genuinely thought she was going to wet herself at one point with laughter.
Eventually, the singing turned into a more chilled end to the evening of chatting, drinking, and more eating. Penny was back in her comfy spot with Henry and Kate sat on either side of her, both having their own conversations with her unborn child.
Kate leaned forward, hands cupped on the globe of Penny's stomach. "Listen up short stuff, Auntie Katie will be making such a fuss of you when you finally get here. You might have been a surprise.."
"Kate!" Penny exclaimed as Kate dismissed her with an annoyed wave of her hand
She continued "You might have been a surprise, but you will be so loved and will bring us all so much bloody happiness. Now stay in until the 10th as I have money riding on that date."
"Katie, you're incorrigible, and so bloody soppy. Love you." she reached as well as she could and pulled Kates head towards her lips.
It was Henry's turn to offer his wisdom. "Mummy's done a fabulous job of baking you, my little cupcake. Can't wait to see your pretty little face and kiss your tiny toesies. Now just keep chilling for a few more days, my little girl." He instantly held his hand over his mouth. Realising his slip up.
"A girl?!" Kate asked "A Girl!!" she then shouted as everyone's attention was caught.
Penny shot pretend daggers at a cringing Henry as their news was out. She didn't really mind, and seeing the joy it brought everyone who now knew she couldn't be angry at him.
Kisses, handshakes, and hugs came from all directions as Marianne burst into tears. "Just perfect darlings, we needed more girls. Wonderful news." she sobbed as Colin patted her back.
Penny stifled another yawn just as Henry looked around.
"Right Mama, you need to sleep, let's hit the hay."
Penny protested politely, but was more than ready for her bed after such a full on evening.
Henry grasped her hands and slowly helped her stand, he could tell she was in a reasonable amount of pain despite her smiles.
"Thank you everyone for making this such an amazing evening, I'm sorry to be such a lightweight but feel free to keep the party going!" Penny spoke as Henry held her tight.
"Thanks guys, love you all!" Henry added as he ushered Penny past several more kisses and hugs.
If Henry had been sober he would have carried Penny up the stairs seeing how uncomfortable she was. Instead, he tried his best to guide her hips forward to take some of her weight. He also couldn't resist grabbing her arse in the process too.
They poked their heads into Ben's room to see them all fast asleep and the room filled with bodies. Penny had never known so many people to be in her house overnight.
Despite his lack of coordination Henry tried to help Penny to clear away the pile of clothes on the bed, left from Penny's earlier stress. After removing her floral decorations she began to wriggle out of the dress. Unsurprisingly Henry appeared to help. Kissing her shoulders in the process.
"Hmm, Pen, you're gonna get me all worked up again honey," as they stared at each other in the floor length mirror. Both watching Penny disrobe. Henry abandoned his clothes by his feet as he stood behind Penny and watched his reflection massaging her heavy breasts and taut stomach.
"Hold that thought, Cavill. I need to pee." as she made a dash for the bathroom. After cleaning her teeth and removing her makeup she returned to the bedroom to find Henry asleep on the bed.
"Gah!" she complained, as she haughtily pushed his knee over to his side of the bed so she could enter her cave of cushions. After finally finding a reasonably comfy position Henry snorted himself awake.
"Ung, fell 'sleep" he mumbled "Sorry baby," he said, his voice muffled by his pillow. He reached his arm up and plonked it heavily onto Penny's bump.
"I noticed." Penny said with subtle annoyance, hoping to get some time alone with her bear.
Henry sat up, with one eye open. Penny chuckled at his comical expression.
"I'm awake now!" he stated with a cheeky grin. He sidled up to Penny, mirroring her pose.
"Did you have a good night honey?"
"I did indeed, although I missed you lots." he admitted coyly.
"Missed you too Yogi, even though you were only in the field."
After a moments silence Henry piped up.
"Pen. Do I….. do I look fat?" he asked sheepishly, staring down at his stomach. "I'm sorry I've let myself go lately, I'll work extra hard to get back into shape."
It took everything Penny had not to laugh at his endearing comments, but she knew how much of a sensitive subject this was.
"Henry, honey." she took his hand and squeezed it. "First off, you don't look fat, you're not fat. You can be whatever shape you want to be, whatever makes you happy. Not me, not your family, not your fans, you honey. You're so used to trying to maintain an unrealistic physique, exhausting yourself, depriving yourself, and for what? A few photos, a few moments in a movie. It's crazy. And actually unhealthy in lots of ways. This is normal honey." she rubbed his softened stomach.
"You still think I'm sexy Pen?" he asked in all seriousness.
"You're fucking kidding me right? I'm sat here like this and you're the one thinking you're fat and unsexy?!"
Penny stared at him, seeing that he was still full of doubts and insecurities.
She pulled his head towards her chest as his arm cradled her belly.
"Baby, you're such a doofus at times. Do I really need to tell you that you are the sexiest freakin' man alive?!! That all I want to do every time I see you is run my nails down your back and lick your chest."
Penny flung aside her largest pillow and with all her strength swung her leg over Henry and straddled him.
"Fuck, Pen. Steady on honey." he gasped, as his hands automatically grasped her waist. "Christ almighty" he continued as his hands roamed up and down her. She was wearing a soft cotton sleep bra and matching knickers. She rested on her side and slipped off her bottoms before sitting back over Henry again.
"Pen, oh god. This is so fucking hot. But Pen, Pen." he threw his head back onto the pillow as she grasped his cock, tugging it and then rubbing herself over it. He rutted upwards as he grasped her thick thighs, Penny supported her back as she moaned loudly in pleasure.
"Pen, stop, we can't."
Penny took Henry's hard dick and lined him with her entrance. Henry was torn, reaching out to massage her breasts. She began to slide down onto him slowly as he grasped her arms.
"No! Pen, we can't risk it." again she ignored him, lost in her passion.
"Stop!" he shouted, finally able to make her listen.
Penny looked at him in confusion and hurt. "Why?" she asked.
"The baby, Pen. What if you go into labour?"
Penny continued to sit down further onto Henry, feeling the delicious stretch. She clenched, making him throw his head back in pleasure again.
"I'm fine honey, I've got weeks until she's due."
"I just don't want to risk it before the wedding Pen Pen." He held his large paw against the side of her pouting face. "Lay back down and I will help ease your frustrations, my love."
Penny relented, pouting, feeling tired and uncomfortable now the moment was lost. But she soon perked up on feeling Henry's strong digits delving between her legs. Penny ground against his touch, needing more friction. Henry's tongue swirled noisily around Penny's nipples as he readjusted his position, kissing her as he moved. He knelt on the bed, between her legs. Smoothing his hands up along Penny's legs, hips, waist, and breasts. A greedy grin on his face. Penny clenched at his electrifying gaze. His desire and lust felt ready to explode. Unexpectedly he froze and scrunched up his face. He raised a finger.
"Hold that thought, Pen" as he leaped off the bed, hopping as one foot was wrapped in the sheets, heading for the bathroom. At first, Penny thought he was going to throw up, which would have made her feel absolutely devastated, considering where he'd just been, but the familiar sound of him peeing like a racehorse echoed from the ensuite, and a loud "Ahhh…" on top.
Penny chuckled as she waited for him to return. After some noisy hand washing and fumbling in the dark, Henry plodded back over to her, locating her feet first and climbing between her legs again.
"Right. Where were we..?"
"Actually, Hen. I'm feeling super tired again, sorry…"
"Oh.." he said, surprised by her sudden switch. "Ok, my sweetness. I'm sorry for ruining the moment."
Penny didn't disagree with him. "Just make sure our wedding night is more romantic honey," she said, sleepily. Tucking her pillows around her as she made herself comfortable.
Henry leaned over and kissed her shoulder, helping tuck another pillow behind her at the same time.
"Just you wait Penelope, Daddy's going to pull all his tricks out of the bag."
They both giggled at his bravado as Henry snuggled up behind her, smoothing his hand up and down the contours of her hip and thigh as she quickly succumbed to her sleep.
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Authors Comments I hope you enjoyed the run-up to the big day. The interactions with their friends and family. I really enjoyed writing this chapter, I hope you liked reading it!! Thank you all for your continued support with this epic saga that is slowly coming to its natural end xxx
Chapter 32 coming soon...
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f10werfae · 7 months
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Pretty Girl
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pairing: Dad!sy x Pregnant!Mom!Reader
summary: Baby Ellie has her daddy wrapped round her little finger, but so does her momma. After-all they’re his pretty girl (smut)
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“Hey pretty, c’mere and give me a kiss” Sy cooed nuzzling into his wife’s side on their bench swing in the backyard, his hands rubbing over her exposed bump which was housing their second baby. “mhm okay” She gave in ultimately giving him a soft wet kiss, having to push him away for a breath. “D-da d-da” Both their heads turning to face their 1 year old babygirl, who was settled on her play mat out in the shade.
Aika rested her head on her paws whilst on the play mat, letting baby Ellie rest her body against hers, ultimately using Aika as her backrest. The Syverson family was spending this nice summers day out on the porch, with Ellie clad in only a diaper just to keep her cool. “Yes my gorgeous girl, ya enjoyin’ bein’ out here with your momma and dada?” Sy cooed slipping off the bench and onto the mat a few feet away, Ellie was holding up her own bottle as she drank away, her other hand reaching up for Sy’s hand.
Ever since Ellie had seen the effect of the word ‘da’ on her daddy, she’s been using it ever since as a sign of a beck and call. “Da, da da” The soft curled bundle of joy tottered away from Aika’s body and wobbled her way onto her daddy’s lap. “Aren’t ya jus’ precious sweetpea, you n your mama n’ baby brother” Sy growled peppering kisses all over Ellie’s face until she started giggling and had to push his face away.
“Sy stop it and give her a chance” Y/n giggled watching, knowing damn well her babygirl loved giving out kisses too, Ellie’s lips already pouting out to land kisses on her daddy’s beard covered cheek. “mwah da” Ellie babbled happily, her curls bouncing with her, her hands on his shoulders to stabilise her standing up. “Wow babygirl, best kiss av ever gotten” Sy gasped hugging her tiny body to his immediately, carrying her onto his lap again.
“Da-da baba?” Ellie pulled away looking up with her innocent doe eyes, picking up her empty bottle up to her daddy, another small pout playing on her lips. “N' here I thought you wanted to cuddle with dada” Sy playfully scoffed settling Ellie down by Y/n, their babygirl wasting no time in cuddling on her mama’s lap, her head resting on her chest, her tiny hands feeling the baby’s kicks; her eyes twinkling watching Sy walk inside with her precious baba.
“got daddy wrapped round your lil finger baby” Y/n smiled nuzzling her head against her baby’s, pressing a big kiss on her cheek as she rocked her gently. “One baba per request” Sy said rocking back into the backyard, shaking the small lukewarm pink bottle in his hand, testing the temperature on his wrist before he handed it back to his little precious petal. “mm baba dada” She said handing it back to him.
Sy smiled picking up the tiny tot and sitting down beside his wife with Ellie laying across his lap as if she was a newborn again. His hands steadily holding the baby bottle to her lips as she suckled softly, her naturally wide eyes peering around the garden at all the different birds before settling on the baby blues of her dad. One of her hands reaching behind her for her momma and the other holding onto Sy’s hand that was holding the bottle.
“Think she’ll go down for a nap soon?” He smirked looking up to his wife, that same playful lustful loon in his eyes whenever his eye caught hers, his head leaning down to kiss and nuzzle against the side of her face like a possessive bear cub. “Oh yeah she’s your daughter Sy honey, fill her belly and she’ll be knocked out soon enough” Y/n swooned, leaning her body towards him as her hand patted down his soft stomach and body.
“See look her pretty lil eyes are already closing, must be the cool breeze helpin cool her down too” Checking her nappy was still clean, after about 15 minutes Y/n had burped and lulled her babygirl to sleep, ultimately leading her to put her down in her crib. Turning on the baby monitor and adjusting the room temperature, Y/n left the room slightly ajar as Sy and her retreated to hanging out in their shared bedroom.
“I ever tell ya how pretty you are? Especially when you’re full n’ round cus a’ me” Sy poses on the bed like a girl, his feet swinging in the air as he lay on his stomach, his hands cupping his face whilst he just stared at his wife. “Yes loverboy, you tell me at least every hour”
“That can’t be right, i’ll make sure to say it every minute then” He joked rolling onto his back, guiding her to sit on his lap, his hands immediately clasping around her body to cage her closer to him. “But seriously you are just gorgeous, jus’ how do you get even more beautiful the more life goes on” Y/n soon found herself feeling hot and bothered the more compliments and kisses she received, not to mention the subtle ass squeezes Sy had managed to squeeze in between his monologues.
“Stop it Sy please” She whined carefully tracing his brow with her thumb, trying to distract herself from looking into his eyes which were desperately trying to catch hers. “What can’t I pay my pretty mama compliments? I’m havin’ to stop myself ‘ere” Growling lightly he slightly jerked his hips up, letting her feel his hardened cock through his grey sweatpants, his torso bare. “Fuck Sy”
“I know baby m’sorry, I can’ help it, anytime I see you, smell you or hear you, the little guy gets excited n’ needs ya” Rubbing up her back soothingly under his shirt she was wearing, he felt her slowly start to shift herself back and forth on his lap, her wetness starting to leak through her thin cotton panties to create a darker stain on his pants. “Oh baby what are ya doin?”
“I need somethin Sy, seein’ ya be such a good daddy to Ellie and how you’re just so fuckin’ sexy it actually kills me” She suddenly broke out into a curse, seeing Sy basically move around the house was like porn for her, seeing him tend to the laundry and housework? She was about to bend him over if she could. Seeing him try his absolute best to lighten her load, even taking his babygirl Ellie out on his walks just so she could have some peace and quiet.
“You gonna use me baby? Get what you need momma, so fuckin’ pretty like this, my perfect angel, got my cock all swollen jus by bein you” He pushed back some of her hair away from her face, her expression furrowed as she quickened her pace knowing it wouldn’t be long before Ellie woke up again. “Y-you make me feel so good” Moving her underwear to the side she let her bare sensitive pussy rub against the fabric of his sweatpants, the head of his cock peeking out of the band as per her request.
“Hold on pretty-“ He gasped pulling down his sweatpants to his thighs, letting them feel each other’s skin as they humped against each other lovingly. Her swollen lips parted to hug around his shaft, covering his length in her slick wet juices, the lewd sounds filling the bedroom along with her whines and whimpers; the both of them being careful to not be so loud. “So soft” He would whisper out as his thumb caressed her sensitive nerve, watching her face contort whilst he stimulated her clit.
“You gonna cum for me pretty girl? Can feel it, come on baby I want it so bad” He whispered against her neck, his lips inching upwards until they reached hers. His tongue slipping into her mouth engaging it in a wet spit filled kiss, keeping her quiet. “M-m gonna come Sy” She whispered urgently feeling that band in her stomach grow tighter, with it eventually snapping once one of Sy’s paws wandered up to tug and rub at her hardened nipples. “Aww baby you did so good, m’ so prouda you pretty, makin’ yourself feel good on your man’s lap” He cooed in between grunts as he tugged at his hardened shaft to squirt ropes of cum onto her pussy.
“You proud of me” Y/n smiled hazily leaning back, massaging his cum into her pussy, her eyes peering at him as he brought her back in for a sloppy make-out session, leaving both their chins shiny with spit. “Fuckin’ best thing ta ever happen to me”
(this fic is not proofread)
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ᴀ ʙᴏxɪɴɢ ʟᴇꜱꜱᴏɴ.
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Henry stood in a corner of the gym, his 13-year-old son, Ajax, by his side. The air was filled with the rhythmic thud of gloves hitting the punching bag. Ajax watched in awe as his father demonstrated the art of boxing, his movements precise and powerful.
On the sidelines, Y/N, pregnant with their second child, watched with a mix of excitement and concern. Her mama bear instincts kicked in, as she observed every move, ready to step in if necessary.
Henry, sensing Y/N's protective gaze, turned to her with a reassuring smile.
"Don't worry, love," he said, his voice filled with confidence. "We'll take it slow and make sure Ajax stays safe."
Y/N nodded, her eyes never leaving their son. She trusted Henry's expertise and knew he would prioritize their son's well-being.
Henry started with the basics, demonstrating the proper stance and footwork. Ajax listened attentively, mimicking his father's movements as best he could.
Y/N's heart swelled with pride as she watched Ajax's determination. She knew he had inherited Henry's passion for fitness and wanted to encourage his growth while keeping him safe.
As the lesson progressed, Henry guided Ajax through various boxing techniques, emphasizing the importance of control and discipline. Ajax absorbed his father's teachings like a sponge, eager to learn and improve.
Y/N, unable to contain her protective instincts any longer, stepped closer to the action. She watched every move, ready to intervene if Ajax showed any signs of distress.
Henry noticed Y/N's heightened concern and approached her, his voice calm and reassuring.
"Y/N, I've got this," he said, his eyes filled with reassurance. "Ajax is doing great, and I'm keeping a close eye on him."
Y/N took a deep breath, reminding herself to trust in Henry's expertise. She relaxed slightly, her focus shifting from worry to pride in their son's progress.
Ajax, fueled by his father's guidance and his own determination, grew more confident with each punch. His movements became sharper, his control more refined.
As the training session neared its end, Ajax's energy started to wane. Henry recognized the signs of fatigue and called for a break.
Y/N rushed to Ajax's side, offering him water and a reassuring smile.
"You're doing amazing, Ajax," she said, her voice brimming with pride. "Just remember to listen to your body and take breaks when you need them."
Ajax nodded, grateful for his mother's support. He took a moment to catch his breath, the sense of accomplishment evident on his face.
Henry approached them, a mix of pride and love shining in his eyes.
"You're becoming quite the boxer, Ajax," Henry said, his voice filled with admiration. "I'm proud of you."
Ajax beamed, his exhaustion momentarily forgotten. He looked up at his father, a newfound confidence radiating from within.
"Thanks, Dad," Ajax replied, his voice filled with excitement. "I'm gonna keep training and get even better!"
Y/N wrapped her arms around Ajax, her own excitement mingling with her protective instincts.
"We'll be right here, supporting you every step of the way," she said, her voice filled with love.
Together, as a family, they celebrated Ajax's progress and the bond they shared.
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toastedkiwi · 1 year
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Croissants
Summary: you have an interview after somebody had mentioned your name after it’s been a long time.
Pairing: Henry Cavill x Wife!Reader
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“We’ve finally got in the studio none other than Grammy award winner and platinum selling artist Y/n Y/l/n!” the host said. “You’re here to promote your latest album. But before we dive into the music… you’re currently with child. Congratulations.”
“Thank you,” you said.
“Do you know what you’re having?” she asked.
“Hopefully a baby,” you said. “But the guy I’m with is huge.”
“You’re worried you’ll be having a big baby,” she said
“Yeah, I’m terrified. His mom was telling me all of her boys were like ten-eleven pound babies— each one of them,” you explained. “And these guys are massive dudes. I can’t imagine the pain she went through. I’m also smaller than her.”
“That’s frightening. I have that same exact fear for if I ever have kids,” the host said. “How far long are you?”
“28 weeks,” you said. “I had to have my heels buckled for me. It’s embarrassing.”
“How’s baby daddy taking the news of you being pregnant?” she asked.
“Well… not to brag but he’s obsessed with me,” you smiled.
“As he should be,” she said. “Speaking of people who are probably still obsessed with you… Henry Cavill, your ex-fiancé, name dropped your name in a recent interview.”
“As he should, I have a fantastic name,” you said.
“It’s been eight years since the two of you have ever been seen in a room together. It’s rumored that you’re the one who got away,” she said. “Have you seen him or heard from him after all these years?”
“Yeah, I have,” you said. “He promised me that he’ll have croissants with jelly when he picks me up from here. There might be a hoodie involved and I’ll probably cry.”
“You two have been seeing each other?!” she flipped.
“I need you all to take a deep breath—,” you said. “I baby trapped him.”
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“Ah, there’s my baby trapper,” Henry smiled.
You broke out into the biggest smile seeing him stand by the Escalade holding a pastry box. You picked up your pace as best as you could.
“My baby daddy,” you said happily.
“The croissants you requested,” he said opening the pastry box.
You grabbed a croissant and took a bite. Henry opened up the passenger door. You came closer. He leaned down and kissed you. You smiled into the kiss.
“Get in, Darling,” he said.
You happily took his hand and get helped into the car.
“Hi, Kal!” you exclaimed seeing the pooch in the back.
Henry slid in after you. He shut the door. He looked at you. You’re already giving Kal a small piece of your croissant. You buckled yourself in.
“Give me your feet,” Henry said.
You swing your legs over the leather seats. He pulled your feet onto his lap. He unbuckled the little belt on your heels. He pulled off your heels and grabbed the pair of short Uggs on the ground. He slipped them onto your feet.
“There you go,” he smiled.
You unbuckled your seatbelt and scooted into the seat next to Henry’s. His right arm went around your shoulders as you buckle up again. He adjusted the seatbelt on your lap and then found his hand resting your bump.
“How was the interview?” Henry asked.
“It was good. I’m sure you listened to it,” you said.
“I did. You handled it a lot better than I would’ve,” he said kissing the top of your head.
“You would’ve choked, Henners,” you said.
“Probably,” he said. “Would you have save me?”
“Didn’t I already do that?” you sassed.
“Eat your croissant,” he said.
“Do I get a hoodie?” you asked.
“On the plane,” he said.
“I’m gonna hold you to it,” you said.
“I know you will,” he said.
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iguana-eyanna · 1 year
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What They Didn't Know Was Missing
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Summary: It's hard to come into terms of becoming a mother, but Sherlock reassures you that he'll remind you every day that you are worthy of being one to your child.
Warning: pregnancy symptoms, labor, mentions of abandonment, mentions of gun violence
It was around noon at 221 Baker Street. Sherlock was walking back home with a small packaged box in hand, holding it a bit tighter than he should.
He makes his way to his apartment, walking on the steps as he turned his key to the room. He looks around, not minding that his organized mess is gone and the smell of his pipe no longer lingered in the air.
Sherlock was territorial when it came to his home, but he made changes in his life when he met you.
You were the owner of a barkeep, feisty, and wasn't afraid of telling a man off when he didn't pay his tab. So when Sherlock came to the bar to ask about a suspect, you'd only answer his questions if he was a paying customer.
Either he was desperate to find answers or he just wanted to stay to talk to you for hours, the Holmes man paid a heavy load.
You both weren't afraid of courting each other in public, even if you two weren't of the same status. But, it was time to change some things. Your pub that you've built from the ground up turned into a legit business and Sherlock turned from his lone wolf days and finally proposed to you.
"I never knew I was alone until I met you, and I don't want that feeling again."
Your ceremony was small, Enola and his mother shed a few tears and you couldn't believe that his eldest brother, Mycroft, came (he never liked you due to your independent spirit, but he started to tolerate you more. Call it a win). Being married for about half a year has been a dream. But like a dream, one has to wake up.
Once Sherlock takes off his outdoor attire, he searches for you and lands his eyes on a figure on his couch.
"Hi." he whispered softly as he kneels to your level as you laid on the couch.
You turn around to face him and give him a tired smile.
"Same symptoms as yesterday?" He asks, unpacking the small box in his hand.
"Yes. When you left this morning, I awoke abruptly and felt sick." You said as your stomach churned.
"Here, chew this." Sherlock said, taking out an herb that was small as a chestnut.
You leaned your head further as he fed you the piece. You slightly grimace at the taste.
"It taste like grass." You said.
"I didn't know that you eat grass." He said, smirking. You lightly smack his chest as you lie on your side.
"It's already fighting off the nausea. How did you know it will work?" You ask.
Sherlock sat on the ground while he combed your hair with his fingers to help you relax.
"I remember my mother used it when she was pregnant with Enola."
You pause at his words, feeling your face pale.
Pregnant... the word scared you.
You got up from your lying position as Sherlock dotingly helps you too. He sits beside you as you laid your head on his shoulder. You've been feeling some sort of way since a doctor diagnosed you alongside your husband's deduction. Secretly, Sherlock was thrilled that he would become a father, he never thought he'd had a chance of having a family of his own.
He looks down at you, his eyes gazing at how you've been losing sleep and appearing almost crestfallen. He knows why you’ve been feeling like this, but he wants to hear it from you first.
“Please, love. I just want to know how I can help you.” He murmurs.
You begin to sniffle as you try to avoid his gaze.
“You can’t, Sherlock..” you said as you were about to get up.
He softly grabs your wrist and guides you to his lap, holding you still so you won’t leave him.
“You won't abandon them.” Sherlock’s voice rose.
“How can you be sure?” You ask, feeling the hot tears roll your cheeks.
You were given up as a baby, growing in an orphanage. When you were old enough, you ran away and decided to work at a pub when they needed a maid. The owner loved you as their own daughter, so they wrote you in their will to become the next barkeep. But even after your entire journey and becoming a business owner, you felt so incomplete of why your parents gave you up.
“Because you are full of love. You’re able to teach our child how to love, you’ve taught me how to love. There is not one ounce in my body that tells me that you will leave them. And I'm usually right all the time."
You chuckle loudly as you wiped away your tears. Not a lot of people saw this soft side of your husband, and you slightly feel selfish that you want to keep this side of him all to yourself.
You lean into his chest as he holds you closer to him, his hand suddenly resting on your now-showing bump.
"I promise you, I'll be there every second. Even for the birth."
You look at him worried, as it wasn't common practice for the father to be present for the birth. You haven't recovered from the stories from your friends who are midwives.
"Sherlock, I don't think that -"
"My love, I will never let you doubt yourself for one moment. I'm going to be there in your time of need. We'll be alright, trust me." He says, kissing the side of your temple. Sherlock wasn't any conventional man, so you knew his words were true.
You smile up at him as you cuddled closer to one another as you stare down at your abdomen, anticipating the life you're growing.
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"Where is he!?" You screamed as you feel a contraction take control of your body.
"Sherlock's been working on a case since noon." Enola said, trying to support you in your distress.
"Typical, that man." You gritted as you sat on the edge of your bed, feeling the contraction go away.
After Sherlock went out during the day, Enola decided to pop in and say hello. She was going on and on about that Tewkesbury boy and suddenly you felt your water broke. Enola was shocked as well as you were and decided to call for her mother as she had no idea how to deliver a baby.
As on cue, your mother in law comes with hot boiling water and a towel on her shoulder, smiling at you.
"How are we doing dear?" She asks, putting the pail down.
"Like my body is splitting in half." You heaved out, gripping the sheets in your hand.
"It means it's almost time. Let me have a look at your dilation." Eudoria said, kneeling down.
You begin to cry, fearing that your husband was going to miss the birth of your baby.
A hostile knock echos the apartment alongside your moans, and Eudoria orders Enola to send off the person interrupting.
"I'm afraid you have to push, my dear." She said, seeing that you've dilated.
You shake your head, crying.
"I can't do it. Not without Sherlock."
"It will all be alright, we need to get this baby out so you can finally see them. Enola! Come quick, I need you to support your sister!"
Enola comes barging in, looking a bit pale at you.
"Please, don't freak out." She begs you.
You're about to ask what's wrong until Mycroft comes in, trying his best to hold your husband up as he was badly wounded.
"I'm sorry, he saw a sniper a few feet from us. Sherlock tried to push me away, but the bullet..."
You begin to sob, seeing your husband like this.
"Take him to the couch and treat his wound, you're upsetting her." Eudoria commanded, not wanting you to be in hysteria.
"No, I'm fine. I'm not- leaving my wife." Sherlock grunted, knowing the bullet went through some flesh and his pain was manageable.
His mother and brother shared an uneasy look, but after you cry again, Mycroft guided his younger brother to you.
Sherlock held your hand as you squeezed it tight, gritting your teeth as the contractions were doubling.
"You're here." You teared up.
"You know I wouldn't have missed this." Sherlock said, kissing your palm as he crawled behind you so you can rest behind his chest.
"Alright, are you two ready to have your baby here?" Eudoria asks. You look up to Sherlock who smiles at you as you shook your head, anticipating the greatest pain you faced to meet.
The birth was excruciating, and there were moments when you wanted to give up. But Sherlock kept whispering in your ear, urging you to keep pushing. Soon, you welcomed a healthy baby who was crying as loud as a symphony.
Now you were in bed, resting with your baby in your arms as Sherlock returned after saying goodbye to his mother, brother, and sister.
He stands there by the door frame looking at you, smiling at such a heavenly scene.
"How are you feeling?" Sherlock asks, knowing you're beyond tired.
"I feel so at peace, I can't take my eyes off of them." you whispered as they were sound asleep. Sherlock slowly makes his way to you and slips within the sheets.
"I was so unsure of what type of mother I'll be... but seeing them now, I never want to let them go." You said.
You turn to see your husband crying a bit, knowing since the day you found out you were pregnant that you'd be an amazing mother.
"I never doubted for one second."
Your foreheads connected as you breathed in his scent.
"I thought I almost lost you." you said in a low tone.
Sherlock sighs, knowing that any case he'd take would permanently take him away from both of you.
"You'll never lose me, I'll promise both of you that." he whispers.
You both lean in for a kiss and stare down at your baby once more. Two lonely souls found each other and they found what they didn't know was missing: love.
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I Told You
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You and Henry have been married for 6 years and you have a three-year-old son named Coen. He's the sweetest boy in the world. He has your dimples and his father's blue eyes and dark, curly locks.
One afternoon, you weren't feeling well. You had a headache, your back hurt, you were bloated and your breasts were incredibly tender. You knew your period was soon and that this was only a preview of what was coming.
You were laying down on your bed watching television when Henry comes in and squats down beside your face. He pets your hair lightly. "You don't feel good do you?"
"I'm okay," you smile weakly.
"Can I get you anything?" He asks stroking stray pieces of your hair.
You shake your head. "No, thank you,"
Henry watches you for a second intently before standing and running a hand down your side to your hip and kissing your head.
He leaves for a moment and returns with Coen. Coen runs up to you and climbs on the bed. He holds his stuffed dinosaur out to you to grab. Then he snuggles up close to your chest.
"Sorry, you don't feel very good Mama." He says looking up to meet your eye.
You look down at him and then up to Henry who is standing in the doorway. He's got a grin on his face.
You kiss Coen's forehead. "You know what baby? I feel so much better now that you're here."
Coen smiles in response and buries his face in your chest. Henry comes over to you two. He whispers in your ear. "Makes you want to have another one doesn't it?"
You hum in response and kiss your husband. He smiles and kisses Coen's head before you fall asleep.
Several hours later, you'd woken up feeling much better and finished the rest of your day energetically.
Now you were in bed with Henry. You laid on your stomach propped up by your elbows as you read a book. Henry is facing you on his side with his head elevated by his propped up elbow.
You notice him staring at you.
"What?" you ask.
"Nothing," He tucks a stray piece of your head behind your ear. "I'm just looking."
You blush and return to your book.
A few minutes pass and Henry breaks the silence. "Coen was really sweet today."
"He was," you agree looking up from your book briefly. "He's just like his daddy."
"I think he needs a sibling," Henry blurts out.
"Oh yeah?" You turn your head to focus completely on Henry.
He nods. "I think he needs a few of them."
"Really?" You bite your lip showing off your dimples.
Henry nods again.
"How many?" you question.
"Oh I don't know," Henry draws circles on your bare shoulder with his finger "three or so"
"Three!?" You ask surprised "where do you think Coen is gonna get all of these siblings?"
Henry kisses your shoulder "from his beautiful mother,"
You laugh at him "You're funny." Returning your attention to your book.
He chuckles on your skin. He starts kissing a trail up to your ear. "I want to have another baby with you," he buries his face in your neck. "Do you want to have another baby with me?"
You slowly meet his eyes. "Yes." You say softly
"Yeah?" He asks leaning back so he can see your face.
"Mhmm." You nod biting your lip.
He kisses you softly a few times and tries to slip a tongue in your mouth. You lightly push him away by his chest. "Not right now though. I'm reading a book. I still don't know who the murderer is."
Henry laughs at you in amazement and flops on his back. "You're gonna be the death of me darling."
The next morning, you wake up to an empty bed. You take a shower and follow the smell of bacon to the kitchen in nothing but your silk robe.
Henry is slaving over the stove shirtless cooking breakfast for you and Coen who is sitting at the table lazily playing with his stuffed dinosaur.
"Good morning sunshine," you kiss Coen's head.
"Hi, Mama. Do you feel better?" He asks looking at you through his big blue eyes.
"I sure do." You smile at him. "Did you sleep good?"
Coen nods and returns his attention to his dinosaur.
You walk over to Henry and wrap your arms around his waist from behind. You kiss his strong back.
Henry turns and kisses you on the cheek "Morning Darling,"
You blush and sit up on the counter. You grab a strawberry from the fresh fruit bowl beside you and bite into it. You smile at the sweetness.
"I had a dream about you last night," Henry says turning around to eat the rest of your strawberry.
"Oh yeah?"
"Mhmm,"
"What happened?" You ask eating another strawberry.
He rests a hand on your thigh and runs it up your leg to find you aren't wearing panties. "I had a dream you were pregnant again,"
"Interesting," you wrap your arms around his neck and spread your legs for him to stand in between.
"Yeah," he agrees and kisses you. The sweet taste of strawberries shared between your lips. "Are you pregnant?" He questions playfully.
You grin "No, not yet." You kiss him again.
"Are you sure?" He kisses your neck and moves your robe to the side to expose your medium-sized breast.
"Yes Henry," you say cupping his face to meet your gaze. "I think I would know,"
"Okay," Henry says sounding unconvinced. He grabs your breast and kneads it. "What do you say we put one in there then,"
You remove his hand from your sore breast. "Right here? In front of our son?"
Henry takes lips off your neck and removes his hand from up your robe. He looks behind you to Coen who had laid his head on the table. "I forgot about him." He hangs his head and smiles, teasing you.
You grin and push Henry off of you. You fix your robe and jump off the counter to scoop your resting toddler from the wooden table.
"Wake up baby" you rub Coen's back. "Let's get you some breakfast,"
Later that day, you'd just gotten back from the gym. You were hot and sweaty. Your hair was a mess and your clothes were sticking to you.
You found Henry playing in the garden with Coen and Kal.
"Look who it is!!" Henry announces when he notices his wife on the patio.
"Mama, look what I found," Coen exclaims as he runs over to you. "It's a daddy lion." He opens his hands you reveal a tiny yellow flower.
"A dandelion," Henry corrects.
You squat down to get a better look and hug Coen. "Wow! That's so cool! You must've been playing hard huh?"
Coen nods his head viciously between heavy breaths. "Yeah! And Daddy even let me throw the ball for Kal to go get!"
"He did?" You act surprised.
Coen nods again "Kal was running so fast. He was like," Coen starts running around the yard as fast as he can to demonstrate the dog.
"Wow, that's really fast huh?" You ask when he stops.
"Yeah. I'm not as fast as him." Coen says between heavy breaths. He rests his hands on your legs. "Hey mama?"
"Yes baby," you ask patiently
"I'm hungry,"
"Let's get you some food then," you stand up. "Why don't you go inside and wash your hands really quickly and I'll be there in a second."
Coen runs off to go wash up.
You walk over to Henry who was picking up some of Coen's toys. Kal runs over to you in the process and you bend over to pet him.
Henry just looks at you and smiles.
"What?" You ask feeling his eyes on you.
"You're glowing," he grins
"I'm glistening from the gym," you rationalize.
You stand up straight. Henry starts walking towards the door. "You're glowing from the pregnancy,"
"I'm not pregnant," you call out after him but he keeps walking
"Mhmm,"
This banter continues for days until you finally decide to take a pregnancy test to prove to Henry that you aren't pregnant.
You guys are sitting on the floor in the bathroom and you're sitting in his lap.
"I think you're pregnant" he says kissing you softly on the lips.
"I know I'm not," you kiss him back.
"You are" kiss.
"I'm not" kiss.
"Yes," kiss "You are," Kiss.
You grab the stick from the sink and read it. "I'm pregnant."
Henry's eyes widen. "Really?" He's got the biggest smile on his face.
"Yes," you show him the stick. "How did you know? Did the angel Gabriel tell you?"
He laughs. "No. I was just trying to annoy you. I didn't really think you were."
You laugh at him and smile down at the test. "I'm pregnant again."
Henry cups your face in his hands. He's grinning. "I told you"
"Shut up." You shake your head and kiss him.
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Trying II
Pairing: Henry x OFC(you)
Warning: Smut,Rough, Elements of Cnc , Overstimulation,Toys
Summary: Henry is taking out his frustration on you for teasing him, post fight make-up sex?
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“I want you to look at me while I do it.” he gruffs. You’re distracted by the musculature in his arm as he moves his fingers deeper into you. You grab his arm, trying to hold him back .
“Noooo.No. You want this remember? You want me to fuck you on the couch like a whore. Huh?” He asks. You bite your lip trying not to let the sounds of pleasure escape. You dig your nails into his forearm, trying to distract yourself from allowing your mind to go crazy. “Don’t fukcing touch me!” He says grabbing your wrist and holding it down above your head. You’re acutely aware now of the sound coming from between your legs and that mixing with the string of moans from your mouth, makes you try to twist out of his grasp in embarrassment. He paws at your waist, momentarily releasing your wrists and you twist free. You roll off of the couch and onto the floor,crawling away from him, his t-shirt falling into your face.He grabs the hem of the shirt pulling you back to him. 
“You wanna run away eh?” 
You hear him moving behind you, and while you manage to kick your heels into his thigh he doesn’t seem to mind. You feel him take your hips in both of his hands. You twist again,and he grunts, pushing you down .
“Stop fucking moving!” he grabs your hair, pulling your face back to him. He holds you under your chin, pulling your face back to meet his. 
“Baby stop moving okay? You don’t wanna fight me off,do you?” You grit your teeth not rewarding him with a response. 
“You don’t want me now hm?”......... “you don’t want me to fuck your little pussy?”
You feel him humping your butt as he talks, pushing you down. 
You squirm and he tightens his grip on you again. 
“Shhhh shhh shhh.” he sushes you, brushing your hair back from your face. You hear him rustling with his pants behind you. “You want me to give you a baby right love?” you squeeze your thighs and despite not wanting to show it, you can hear the loud squish of your juices as  you move. He does too and it causes a low growl to erupt from his throat. He slides himself up and down your folds humming to himself, as he spreads your liquid excitement around. 
“Fuuuck you get so wet just thinking about me cumming inside you. Don’t you babe?” He moves his hand up from your chin and covers your mouth so, you can’t respond. Pulling his pants further down you moan into his hand before he pushes into you. You moan into his hand again, and when he takes it back you can hear yourself begging “ Please.”
“Please what baby? Say it louder” he pulls out and pulses back into you painstakingly slowly. You can feel yourself fighting to be quiet. He uses your hair as a handle, pulling your head back. 
“I said be louder. I want to hear when you cum for me.” 
“I’m not gonna cum from you acting like this .”
“Yea?” he smacks you on the ass “You don’t like being my little whore anymore?”
You whimper outu a “No.” 
“Mmmm I think you do.” he grumbles, continuing to fuck into you unbearably slowly.  
“Please just-” you beg
“Just what baby?”he teases you again.
“I- I” 
“Use your fucking words.” he pulls out slowly but, pushes in with such force that he rams into you. You can tell that by his pacing he won’t be able to last in you much longer. You make it worse for him by finally allowing yourself to moan , you know how your sounds get to him. He grunts out this time grabbing both your hips and pounding into you mercilessly.Your noises get louder and louder and you can feel some of the wetness you have both made trickling down the back of your thigh. 
“Fuck. You’re so fucking tight on my cock baby.” he cries out, wanting to push you more. Your only focus  is the sound of his breath in your ears and the feeling between your legs.
“Jesus.Shut-up!” he yells,covering your mouth again.This time he pounds into you mercilessly, moaning loudly as he does so. He empties himself into grunting heartily. He strokes from the base of his cock into you, making sure you don’t lose a drop. He gets up, leaving you there. You lay on the floor thankful for the breather, momentarily trying to stretch out next to the coffee table. You roll yourself over, taking in the silence before you hear him stomp back towards you. He lays on top of you, grabbing you by the throat and kissing you intently. Your arms snake around his neck and while he remains in control you can feel his power waning. His grip tightens on your neck as you hear the familiar whir of the vibrator wand. And your hands go up to cover your face again.
“Oh my god! Hen -I can’t-” your protest
“Shhhhh. Shh.shhhh. You know” he begins, slowly dragging the wand down your body. “Statistically, you stand a better chance of getting pregnant if you cum too.” He leans down kissing you again, “So I think,for my daughter’s sake” he finally presses it to you “we better get to it hmmm?”
An hour later you find yourself completely exasperated, sweating in his arms. 
“It wasn’t that terrible you know.” you say looking up at him. He sighs, rolling you over on the floor to look at him.
“From the second that kid comes into the world, I want her to know she is cherished and special and important. I don’t want her to ever hear me call you out of your name ya know?” 
You sigh, meeting his gaze. “Baby, she is going to know that, no matter what. She’s going to see love in how we interact with each other everyday. And if she overhears us by accident once,we’ll sit her down and explain relationships to her like an adult, instead of being super weird about it.” you laugh
“I am not being super weird!” he protests poking you in the ribs. 
“You are! You think she won’t have her own kinks when she grows up ?” He covers his ears with both of his hands, in the most childish act imaginable. 
“Babe! Henry!” you call prying his arms from his head. You giggle as you roll on top of him. He moves his hands,holding your face in them instead. 
“Make me a promise love?”
“What’s that?” you ask. Kissing him, completely distracted by his jawline and bright blue eyes. 
“Promise me. No matter what, I never have to know what any of our kids' kinks are?”
“O! So I have to be traumatized alone!?!” He quiets you with a kiss again. 
“Please,” he whispers. 
“I’m gonna need you to co-parent a little better than that.” you laugh. He puts an arm behind his head, and you watch as the tiny hairs on his chest rise and fall with each breath. He rolls his eyes and exhales “I’m Trying.”
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drewharrisonwriter · 7 months
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Donor Part 3
Part 1 | Part 1.5 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4
Pairings: Bestie Henry Cavill x OFC
A/N, Warnings: 18+, this is part 3 of Donor. English is not my first language. Smut finally ensues! BAHAHAHA THIS IS IT FRENNIES. But please do forgive me if it's not as spicy, this is my first time writing smut in years. It's somehow still a slowburn LMAO Further warnings include: Henry and his breeding kink, first time doing it together (lol), talks of pregnancy and sticky icky future talk.
Special thanks to @summersong69 for all of your help in improving EVERTYHING and @winter2112rose for sharing your suggestions. YOU ARE AMAZING! Thank you for beta-reading this chapter and improving my shaky and unrealistic plot points and smut scene. You guys are heaven-sent! 😭💕
And to everyone who read, liked, commented, and reblogged THANK YOU! SO GRATEFUL FOR ALL OF YOU!!! I stopped writing for years and I just began writing again a few months ago for fun, I never expected people to actually read and like this lol It was just really to express my sheer deluluness 🤣🤣🤣
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Henry’s face shifted. His lips in a tight line. 
“Hank?” You asked, after a long stretch of silence. “You alright?” 
“Yes, I just wanted to ask.” He replied. 
Before you know it, he was pulling into your driveway. He was still unusually silent. 
“Do you want to come in for a coffee?” You offered and he nodded.
“Yes, of course.” He smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes this time. 
—-
However many drinks you had downed at Charlie’s party, it seems that the hazy effects of alcohol that had clouded your head an hour ago have mostly worn off now that you're back home, preparing coffee for both you and Henry.
Placing a mug of coffee on the kitchen island where Henry perched on a bar stool, you briefly turned away to fetch some ice for your own drink. In that moment, he called your name, causing you to pivot back to face him.
"Are you seeing anyone?" he inquired, his hand absentmindedly rubbing the back of his neck, his gaze avoiding direct eye contact. His question prompted laughter from you, and you shook your head in response.
"No, not at all," you replied, a playful chuckle accompanying your words.
Acknowledging your answer with a nod, Henry took a sip from his mug. 
"Why did you ask? Are you trying to set me up with someone?" Your playful eyebrow wiggle only elicited a smirk from him, his attention still inexplicably fixed on a coaster before him, and you suddenly wonder what's so interesting about it. 
“No, I’m just… I’m wondering because you said you don’t want me to be the f–to donate anymore.” 
Oh. 
Oh.
“Well, I’ve thought about it.” you began, your form casually leaning against the kitchen island. “Since you started dating again, it made me realize that I’ve been too selfish by forcing you to donate last time and even offering for you to co-parent. That doesn’t seem fair to you or your future partner either.” 
He knew you would say something like that, and that’s what he was afraid of–you pushing him away once again. Henry, of course, deeply understands your sentiment but it pains him to know that you’re moving forward with this without him. Funny, he thought to himself, he didn’t even want to do it in the first place. You had to beg him and now, it looks like the tables are about to turn. 
You smiled warmly at him, your gaze tender as you placed your hand on top of his.
"You know what this means, right?" he asked, his smile infectious.
"What?"
"Sperm Bank Tinder." Laughter bubbled between you, the shared joke lightening the atmosphere.
"Yes, I suppose that's in my near future again," you chuckled, accompanied by a playful grimace and you groaned at the thought of going through donor profiles again.
"But you," you shifted, standing tall as you moved to take a seat beside him on a bar stool, playfully poking a finger against his chest, "You deserve a family."
His response was immediate – enveloping your finger with his hand, he pressed it over his chest where you could feel the steady rhythm of his heart beneath your touch.
"A wife, a marriage, someone to come home to…" Your voice softened, a wistful smile playing on your lips  as you briefly averted your eyes from his intense gaze. You were acutely aware of his yearning for a simple, fulfilling life.
Henry was always open about his dream of retiring in his 40s, of settling down and having a couple of children. The more the better, he used to say. Despite the glitz and glamor of the life he has made for himself over the past two decades, he wanted nothing more than to be a simple and loving family man. 
He just wasn’t a hundred percent honest with you on some other aspects of that dream. 
Finally you meet his blue eyes and notice that they’re glimmering, 
You continued, “Not just a sperm donor for your best friend to father a child you don’t get to hold as often as you want because she’s a selfish, neurotic bitch who thought having a baby with her best friend is the most brilliant and fool-proof idea ever.” 
A soft chuckle left Henry but he pressed his lips tightly, closing his eyes, and tried to even his breathing as a tear rolled down his cheek and he trembled, allowing more tears to fall. 
There was a long silence.
The hundreds of conversations Henry had with you in his head over the years all came flooding in; each scenario unfolding like scenes from a vintage film, casting a dizzying spell that left him feeling weightless, his pulse still racing despite his best efforts to compose himself.
It’s now or never. He tells himself, he has to tell you now. 
“I want all that.” he confessed, and you nodded in understanding, knowing so well that he deserves to have that life, a life that, really deep down, you wish he could spend with you. But you also know so well that diving into a relationship as deep as that with him would always have the possibility of eventually ending.
That terrifies you. 
Which made the thought of solo parenting sound really good to you in the first place and the main reason that you’re always giving Henry an out. Of all the things and people you could bear to lose in your life, the possibility of one of those being Henry is something that you deeply fear. 
You and Henry have loved each other in many ways over the years, but you know he won’t love you as more than his best friend, as more than an honorary family member. You even convinced yourself that it would be wrong and settled on being content that all you ever will be are lifelong friends. Who, at one point, have thought of co-parenting a child that will be loved and cherished no less, regardless of the unconventional methods and relationships they will be blooming from. 
You could be happy with that. 
Henry rises from his seat, his gaze fixated on you, his hand still cradling yours against his chest. His lips part, words poised on the edge of his tongue, yet they retreat as if searching for the right way to escape, and you can see his gears turning. 
He took a deep breath, and finally admitted what he wanted to tell you for years: “I want to do all of that with you… if you would let me.” 
Suddenly, you feel your fears growing stronger. You thought they’d ebb away once you heard him finally say that, but somehow it only made the ugly, gnawing fear stronger.
“Hank…”
“No, darling. Listen to me, please.” he implored, a wistful smile tugging at the corners of his lips, though beneath it lay a current of nervous anticipation. “Because it’s going to kill me if I don’t say it out loud now…” His chuckle held a touch of vulnerability, a mask slipping to reveal the raw edges of his emotions.
You swallowed hard, your throat suddenly dry. 
This was the moment you had always been wary of having with Henry, the juncture where your deep-rooted fears collided with your undeniable affection for him. You could feel your heart racing, its rhythm matching the chaotic thoughts in your head.
You looked up at him, your heart pounding in your chest. His blue eyes bore into yours, filled with a mixture of hope and vulnerability that you hadn't seen before. You could sense the weight of his words even before he spoke them.
"I've loved you for years, Y/N," he confessed, his voice trembling ever so slightly. 
"Not just as a friend, but as something more. And–Christ! I-I've been a coward, too afraid to risk our friendship, too afraid of what it might do to us."
Your breath caught in your throat, and you felt a rush of emotions swirling within you. The truth hung in the air between you, and you realized that the fear you'd been grappling with was mirrored in his eyes. 
"I've watched you go through relationships, seen you deeply in love with other people, and it's always torn me apart," he confessed, his fingers entwined with yours, his touch growing firmer, as if seeking solace in your connection. "I've wrestled with my own heart, tried to act normal, thought of finding my own path to happiness that isn’t with you…to be content with being your friend…” he exhaled deeply.
“I’ve even convinced myself that I’m okay with just being your turkey baster baby’s donor.” he managed to interject with a playful glint. A chuckle rippled between you, but then his expression shifted, his tone turning earnest once more. “But I always keep on wanting more and more. It's become unbearable, darling. And the truth is…” 
Tears welled up in your eyes, your emotions threatening to overflow. You never imagined that he felt this way, that your connection ran so deep for him too.
"Hank, I..." you started, but he gently pulled your hand closer to his chest.
"Let me finish, please," he whispered, a trace of a smile tugging at his lips again, but his voice quivered. "I want to be that person you come home to. I want to build a life together, not just as someone who could help you out with having a child in the most ridiculous way,” He chuckled once more, and you joined in, appreciating his effort to instill a bit of levity into the conversation.
“I don’t just want to be old Uncle Hank.” He continued. “I want you, darling…I want the children you want. I want to wake up beside you every morning and hold you every night…"
“Even if it means that you and Kal will have to live with me and my cats?” You teased, a playful glint in your eyes, and you both shared a genuine laughter.
“Even if we have to live with you and your cats.” He reassured you. 
His words hung in the air, a fragile bridge between what was and what could be. You gazed into his eyes, feeling the depth of his emotions washing over you.
"But I understand if you don't feel the same way," he added, his voice softer now, tinged with a hint of resignation. "I…I know that this might change everything, and I don't want to lose you, but I also want you to know..."
As he spoke, you felt the weight of your own fears, the echoes of his confession resonating within you. The prospect of losing him was a terrifying thought, but so was the idea of risking your friendship for something more.
You took a deep breath, trying to steady the whirlwind of emotions inside you. 
"Hank, you've been my rock, my confidant, and my closest friend for so long," you began, your voice trembling like his had been. "And the idea of us being together... it's something I've thought about too, something I've wanted deep down for a really long time. But I've also been so afraid, afraid of what it could mean for us… What if things didn't work out?"
He nodded with his eyes closed, trying to will his tears back. 
You looked down at your intertwined hands, your mind racing with conflicting emotions. The fear of losing him battled with the desire for something more, something that had always lingered beneath the surface of your friendship.
"You mean so much to me, Hank. And I can't imagine my life without you." He nodded in understanding, his thumb caressing the back of your hand as he listened intently.
"Of all the risks and challenges we could take in this life, don’t you think this is worth a shot?" He asked. "Darling, please… let’s try.” he continued, his voice soft but filled with conviction.
A small smile tugged at your lips as you let that thought sit some more in your head. 
"Alright..." You whispered. 
"What?"
"Alright, maybe we can try." 
For a moment, the room was filled with a shared understanding, a mutual acknowledgment of the risks and rewards that lay ahead. The unspoken promise hung in the air – that you were willing to take this leap of faith together.
Henry leaned in, his lips brushing against your forehead in a tender, lingering kiss. It was a promise, a concession to the emotions that had been simmering between you for years. 
As he pulled back, his gaze met yours, and you could see the genuine affection in his eyes.
"No matter where this leads us, I want you in my life, Y/N."
You nodded, your heart swelling with a mixture of emotions – hope, fear, and an overwhelming sense of connection. 
You wrapped your hands around his neck, standing up from the stool where you were sitting, nuzzling your nose on his jaw and planting a soft kiss on the side of his mouth. It might have been the alcohol making your decisions for you, or perhaps it was the tension that had been building between you two for more than a decade. But at that moment, none of it mattered. 
Henry's breath caught as your lips brushed against his skin. The sensation sent a shiver down his spine, igniting a warmth that spread through his chest and down between his legs. He hesitated for a moment, his heart pounding wildly in his chest, before he lifted his hand to gently cup your cheek.
His touch was tender, almost tentative, as if he was afraid that this fragile moment could shatter if he wasn't careful. Your eyes locked onto his, "I've waited so long for this," he whispered, his voice husky.
“Shut up, we’ve kissed before.” You whispered back with a smile, remembering that you shared a few on-screen kisses in your music videos in the past. 
“Not like this…” He leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a feather-light caress. The kiss was sweet and tentative, as if he was testing the waters before fully diving in.Very different from the ones you’ve previously shared, where he was more confident in the rehearsed way your lips crashed. 
You found yourself responding instinctively, your hand sliding up his chest and curling around his neck. The kiss deepened, becoming more intense as the pent-up emotions began to flow between you.
The kitchen around you seemed to fade away as you lost yourself in the sensation of his lips moving against yours, his arms wrapping around you, pulling you closer. It was a mix of familiarity and newness, as if you were discovering a whole new side of your best friend of nearly 20 years.
Finally breaking the kiss, he rested his forehead against yours, his breath ragged. "If you tell me to stop, I’ll stop now," he breathed, his eyes locked onto yours.
"Don’t stop. Take what you want," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. Henry’s breath hitched and he bit his lip, preventing a smile from fully showing, his dimples so deep; he looked up with his eyes closed tight and exclaimed, “Thank fuck!” 
You giggled a bit and found an opportunity to plant small kisses on his throat and he groaned. The intensity of the moment was overwhelming, and you both knew where this was going and you allowed yourselves to succumb to it. 
Henry wasted no time in yanking the zipper off your dress from the back, slipping it off your shoulders, revealing your laced covered tits heaving heavily. He groaned at the sight of you, his grip on your waist tightened as you snapped off the lace bra from the front, fully exposing your top half to him.
He wasted no time and instantly latched onto one breast. You bite your lower lip to keep a moan from coming out, a hand steadying yourself onto his bicep and the other running through the hair at the back of his head.
He kissed his way back up, nipping lightly at your jaw and moving behind your ear which sent you moaning for more. He pulled away slowly and led you to the bedroom down the hall and gently pushed you down on the bed, settling your head on the pillows while he quickly unbuttoned his dress shirt and you shimmied yourself out of your dress and your underwear on the bed.
“Darling wait,” Henry said before he could pull his trousers down.
“What?” 
“I, uh… I didn’t bring a condom,” he admitted, his expression serious, brows furrowed, his thoughts lost in the heat of the moment.
“For fuck’s sakes, Hank.” you burst into laughter. Drawing him close, you planted a gentle kiss on his lips, your voice tender. “After the turkey baster situation, I think we’re way past worrying about not using a condom."
He joined in your laughter, eyes squeezed shut, his teeth catching his lower lip in amusement. 
“Right…” he smiled, a blush bloomed from his neck that went up and spread across his cheeks. He went on to fully remove his trousers and joined you in bed. 
“I’m clean, if that’s what you’re worried ab—“
“Oh I know… no, that’s not what—I’m clean too.” He confirmed and you nodded in reply.
His body pressed gently against yours, the thin barrier of his boxers the only separation. He leaned back down murmured against your jaw, his voice close, "Are you truly ready to start trying?" 
Meeting his gaze as you pulled back slightly, you responded, "If you are..."
“I am,” He whispered in between kisses. “Nothing I want more, darling. No matter how many times more, no matter how many children you want…” You whimpered at his statement and you saw a shift in his eyes, something darker.
The sensation of his kisses was intoxicating, prompting your legs to part instinctively as you slid his boxers down with a gentle urgency. He reached back down between you, teasingly tracing your now drenched seam. A primal groan escaped his lips, a raw expression of the arousal that surged between you.
"God," he rasped, his voice laced with need, his eyes darkened with desire. His fingers trailed down your inner thigh, grazing your slick folds, before he pulled them back, coated with your arousal. "All for me, darling?" Your heart raced as you bit your lower lip, nodding in fervent agreement.
He leaned back, his gaze searing into yours before he began to pump his thick length a few times. He then notched the blunt tip to your now soaking entrance, his eyes locked onto yours, seeking permission in the intensity of the moment. He had you pinned beneath him, knees pressed to your chest.
He eased into you slowly, taking his time, groaning deeply at the sensation. You lifted your hips slightly, your breath catching once you felt him inside you. The stretch of him filling you was just what you needed.
“Fuck, darling… so tight.” 
You moaned as he slowly inched in, your eyes rolling back in pleasure at the stretch. You were aware that he's big, you just never anticipated it was this much, nor did you think you would ever have to worry about it until now. 
Once he was buried to the hilt you knew you’d never been penetrated so deeply, his cock reaching an undiscovered place in you. He gave you a moment to get used to his size and the position he had you in. 
You arched your back and moaned loudly, no longer holding back as he bottomed out and began moving in and out of you in long, slow, delicious strokes.
You tilted your head back in response to his motions, a soft gasp escaping your lips as you basked in the feel of him. The brush of his lips against your throat was followed by a restrained groan of pleasure that echoed in the air.
"I've wanted you this entire fucking time," he breathed, his voice laced with a mixture of tenderness and desire, as he hovered over you, his lips tracing a path across your face. 
“Wanted to give you a baby…make you mine. Let the entire world know about it…” 
“I want to have your baby, Hank. Fuck a baby into me…” The weight of your words sent Henry growling and spiraling into a different realm. His grip on you intensified, he adjusted his angle. 
He looked you in the eyes and asked “Is it okay if I pick up the pace, darling?” You nodded in reply and he began jackhammering into you, eliciting a slight yelp in surprise as he hit a spot in you over and over again that made your toes curl and the coil in your lower abdomen intensify drawing you closer and closer to your orgasm with each thrust. 
“Fuck, Hank! I–I’m so close…” You whimpered, walls clamping on his thick cock as you near your release. 
“I know, darling…I got you, I got you…” He cooed. 
The sloppy sounds of him taking you belonged in a pornographic film. Years of built up tension between the two of you and the events of the evening finally came to a head when he fucked you into the mattress and all you could do was reach up and grab his neck as he utterly destroyed you for any other guy and your bed began to bang against the wall loudly. 
Both of you had dissolved into garbled praising of one another, drunk off the intensity of your coupling. You were cock drunk; there was no other way to explain it. The only thing that registered in your brain was the point at when your two bodies collided. 
"Fuck, darling... I don't know if I can last much longer." His brow furrowed and his body tense above you told you he was close. 
One of his hands reached down between you to begin rubbing your clit enthusiastically while his other gripped a fist full of your hair. 
You tipped your head back, sinking more into the pillow, exposing your neck to his hungry mouth. He didn’t hesitate to bite down on your neck as his hips thrusted up into you.
You came–hard, eyes tightly closed and lips parted in a small o; cumming and clenching around him while he continued working you through your climax; groaning at the feeling of you practically milking him. 
“Cum for me, Hank. Give me a baby...” you whimpered, your body curling in on itself as he continued thrusting into you. 
“Shit,” Henry groaned before you felt him release into you; a string of curses and praises sputtered as he did. 
Henry pressed his forehead against yours as you both caught your breath. He stayed inside you for a few more minutes, the two of you just basking in the intimacy. 
A soft smile curved his lips, "I love you," he whispered.
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Swipe - Part IV
Summary: Your and Heny's relationship goes through its biggest challenge yet, you going into labor!
Pairing: Henry Cavill/Reader
Word Count: 8.3k
Pervious: I / II / III
Warning: PG-13 - Cotton Candy Fluff, Angst, Fluff, Protective!Henry, Sassy!Reader, Language, Anxiety, Cuddling, Playful Banter, Warhammer Mention, Unwelcome Guest, Labor and Delivery, Supportive Partner, Male Pride
Inspiration: Something I read. THIS IS THE LAST PART!
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“I'm going to miss you.” You pouted, standing in the parking lot of your flat with Henry.
“I know, I'll miss you too.” Henry chuckled, leaning into kiss your pouty lips. “But, you do have Kal and Ghost to keep you and the Baby company, while I'm away.” He reminded you, glancing up towards your flat. “I'll be back in three months, then I'll have a few months off, and it'll just be us.” He smiled, giddy at the thought of spending time with you that wasn't disrupted every few weeks by interviews or filming projects.
“True enough.” You nodded, clutching his hand in both of yours.
“I'll call you, when I land.” He said softly, kissing you one more time, before hopping into his taxi and heading off to the airport.
You watched the taxi disappear, then went back upstairs to where Kal and Ghost were waiting for you, you had agreed to watch Kal for Henry, since he couldn't take the Akita with him to Jordan. “Just us now, boys.” You said, looking at the dogs and laying your hand on your stomach. “What shall we do first?” You asked, sighing, then waddled into the kitchen to make something to eat.
– Three Months Later –
“Hey, I've just landed.” Henry said, as you picked up the phone. “Where you at?”
“Uh, I can't come meet you at the airport.” You replied, biting into your lip.
“What, why?” He snapped, alarmed.
You chuckled, nervously. “Someone else decided to land today.” You quipped, before groaning deep in your throat.
Henry's mouth dropped open and his eyes became the side of plates. “Please, for the love of God, tell me you're not driving yourself to the hospital.”
You laughed out loud, through the contraction you were in the middle of, gritting your teeth and smirking, but couldn't manage a reply.
“She's not!” Kelly barked from the driver's seat.
“Thank god!” Henry huffed, with relief. “What hospital are you going to?” He asked, impatiently waiting for his bag to show up at baggage claim.
You thrust your phone out towards Kelly.
“We're going St. Thomas'.” Kelly said, leaning close to the phone, while keeping her eyes on the darkening road.
“I'll meet you there.” Henry said, before hanging up and snagging the handle of his bag.
Henry quickly found a cab to take him home, so he could drop off his bags and drive himself to the St. Thomas' hospital, his adrenaline pumping the whole time, drumming his hands on the steering wheel and taking deep breaths in and out, trying to calm himself down, not wanting to look like a wreck, when he finally showed up at the hospital, so they didn't deny him access to you. Getting to the hospital, Henry found a parking spot and quickly found the A&E entrance.
“I'm looking for someone.” He told the nurse at the front desk, giving her your name. “She's in labor.” He explained, out of nerves.
“Father?” The nurse asked, looking up at him over the top of her computer monitor.
Henry floundered for a second.
“Henry!” Kelly's voice called out as she appeared through the double automatic doors.
“Where is she?” Henry asked, turning towards her, his panic raising again.
“They're taking her up to a room in the maturity ward.” Kelly replied, resting a hand on his trembling arm. “She told me to come wait for you.” She explained, squeezing his arm. “Give me a second.” She said, moving over to the nurse and mumbled something to her, before getting an assess badge for Henry and handed it to him. “Come on, let's go check on her.” She smiled at him, ushering him through the doors as they opened again.
“How is she?” He asked, following Kelly through the long hallway, towards a lift.
“She's in labor with a little creature, that wants to rip out of her vee-jay.” Kelly said, bluntly. “What do you think?”
“Well, when you put it that way.” Henry sighed, stepping onto the lift with her. “I'm Henry, by the way.” He replied, extending his hand to her. “I'm just realizing, this is the first time we've actually met each other.”
Kelly looked up him, then snorted. “It is, isn't it.” She laughed, shaking his hand. “Just have one thing to say to you, Cavill.” She said, as the lift stopped and the doors opened. “If you hurt my girl, or my god son, and I'll make your Tinder profile the highlight of your career.” She said it with the most sweetest smile, that Henry couldn't help the audible gulp that filled the lift space.
“Good chat.” She chuckled, then stopped out into the hallway.
“Yeah, great chat.” Henry nodded, following her a moment later, a wee bit intimidated.
“She's over here, Superman.” Kelly called out, pointing to a room across from her. “Why don't you go see her?” She suggested, lifting a sculpted brow at him, knowing you were antsy to see him.
Nodding his head, Henry moved towards your room door, knocking lightly on it, before walking in and found you sitting in the hospital bed, wearing nothing, but a gown and a pair of rubber bottom hospital socks. You looked up at the knock, methodically rubbing your tense belly, trying to ready yourself for the next contraction, but instantly smiled, seeing Henry's sun-kissed and bearded face.
“You look different.” You commented, giggling lightly.
Henry chuckled, rubbing a palm of his shaved head. “Yeah, I do.” He smirked, coming to stand beside you. “How are you feeling?” He asked, the amusement in his blue eyes turning into concern.
You blew out a sigh. “Ready for this one to come.” You admitted, looking back down at your belly. “Unenthusiastic about contractions.” You said, with a chuckle. “But relieved that you're here.” You added, looking up at him again.
“Well, thankfully, someone decided to have the perfect timing, so I could be here.” Henry smirked, pulling a chair up beside you. “Hopefully, it won't be too hard on you.” He whispered, taking your hand in his and pressed it to his lips. “But, I'll be here with you, all the way.”
“You know first time labor can take days, right?” You asked, lifting a brow at him.
“I do.” Henry nodded, smirking. “I bought a baby book, not long after we started talking.”
“You didn't!” You laughed, grinning.
“I did! I wanted to cover all my bases.” He laughed, quite proud of himself.
“What if we didn't work out?” You asked, amused and touched by Henry's dedication.
Henry snorted. “I would have given it to my brother, Charlie.” He smirked, shrugging his shoulders. “Him and his wife are still having kids.” He said, offhandedly.
“You're just too damn sweet.” You grinned at him, squeezing his hand, then hissed, your back arching and head pressing into the pillow behind you.
“Breathe.” Henry cooed, standing up from his chair and leaned close to you. “In slow through your nose, then let it out through your mouth.” He coached you, freeing one of his hands to caress your forehead. “Nice and easy, you're doing good.” He smiled at you, brushing his fingers through your hair and smiling softly.
You let out a long breath, your head turning unconsciously into Henry's touch as the pain and your contraction wore off, allowing you to relax again, your body going slack with a soft whimper. “Christ.” You sighed, swallowing thickly.
“You have my props.” Henry said, moving away from you, grabbing a small, plastic cup on a rolling table, filling it with ice water from a matching, plastic pitcher and brought it back to you. “Here, drink.” He purred at you, holding it up to your lips.
You smiled at him, starting to sip at the pleasantly crisp and chilled water, refreshing you. Winking at you, Henry set the cup aside, but frowned, remembering Kelly, and stepped away to peek out into the hall, but only found a nurse coming out of the room across the hall.
“What's wrong?” You frowned at his board back.
“Kelly was out there, when I came in to see you.” He said, turning back around, closing the door behind him. “But she's not now.” He sighed, shaking his head as he came to sit beside you again. “I wonder where she went?”
“Kelly is strange.” You chuckled at him, shifting on the bed some, trying to find a more comfortable position. “I love her to death, don't get me wrong, I've known her since we were children. She can be blunt, daring and a bit rash. But she does her own thing, she'll be back around at some point.”
“While you're here.” Henry pointed out.
You smirked, amused. “She wouldn't have left me, if you weren't here, Henry.” You told him, reaching out to touch him. “Which I suppose is a good sign, in its own right.”
“Oh, is it?” Henry smirked back at you, lifting a brow.
“If she didn't like you, or trust you, for that matter, she's be in this room like a Catholic chaperone.”
Henry roared with laughter, his face cracking with a big smile and slapped his thighs. “I could only imagine it! Especially, after the small conversation she and I had in the lift on the way up here.” He wheezed, mountainous shoulders still shaking.
“Oh lord, I can only imagine what hellish threats she gave you.” You giggled, shaking your head.
“She told me, she'd make my Tinder profile, the highlight of my career.” He snorted, blushing bashfully.
You pressed your hands to your face, embarrassed by your friend. “Dear god, I'm so sorry!” You apologized, sighing. “I'm sure she won't do anything with it.” You tried to reassure him, mortified.
“I'm not worried about it.” Henry replied, laying his hand on your leg and gently squeezing it. “It's amusing that she threatened me is all. Nice that she's so protective of you.”
“You like threats, do you?” You asked, giggling at him.
“If they're well placed.” He smirked back.
“I'll have to come up with some then.” You laughed, grinning.
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Henry walked up and down the room with you, hand grasping your forearm and arm around your waist to support you. You paused at the foot of the bed, feeling a new contraction coming on, and started breathing steadily, preparing yourself for it. Henry felt helpless, as he moved behind you, pressing his lips to the top of your head as he cupped your hardening stomach in his palms, gently swaying on his feet with you, moving his head to rest his chin on your shoulder, while yours fell back against his chest.
“Ugh!” You huffed, letting out a frustrated growl.
Henry laughed, kissing your shoulder. “You're doing so well.” He whispered against the fabric of your hospital gown. “I'm super proud of you.” He cooed, rubbing his nose against the side of your neck, sweetly.
“Then, do you mind taking over these contractions?” You asked, frowning up at him, with a soft pant.
“I would, if I could.” Henry replied, chuckling, and pulling a soft cloth out of his back pocket and wiped the sweat from your brow. “Though, I'm sure it would look very strange.” He added, pocketing the cloth again.
“I'd also hate to ruin that splendid figure of yours.” You answered, giving him an exhausted smile, and rested heavily against him.
Henry grinned at you, then guided you back to bed, helping you get comfortable. “I'm flattered by your concern.” He said, covering your legs up.
“Well, this is the only figure of mine you've ever known.” You half-quipped, sighed, looking down at your belly.
“And you're gorgeous.” He replied, gently tapping you on the nose.
You huffed at him, rolling your eyes. “You're just saying that.”
“And you're just hormonal.” He retorted, shaking his head.
“Did you just call a pregnant, and in labor, woman—hormonal?” You asked, faking outrage.
Henry grasped the back of your inclined bed and brought his face level to yours, smiling brightly. “Yes, I did.” He said, proudly, before tenderly kissing you on the brow. “And I'll do it again.” He chuckled, moving away from you.
“Shit.” You snapped, glancing around the room.
“What's wrong?” Henry snapped back, sharply turning back to you, blue eyes alarmed.
“Can you check that little closet over there for my belly pillow?” You asked, pointing to a tall cabinet across from your bed.
Nodding his head, Henry crossed over and pulled it open, finding your hospital bag, coat and the folded clothing you had been wearing, before you'd changed into the hospital gown, when you arrived to your private room on the maturity ward. But Henry didn't see the distinctively shaped pillow, you'd taken to sleeping with towards the end of pregnancy.
“It's not here.” He frowned, biting his lip. “Did you and Kelly bring it?” He asked, looking at you over his shoulder.
“Yeah.” You nodded, shoulders slumping with a sigh. “It must still be in her car.”
“Well, where's your phone?” Henry asked, looking down at your things. “You can text her, see if she's still around, if she is, I'll just go down and get it for you, or she can bring it up.” He suggested.
“I think it's in my baby bag.” You told him.
“All right.” He nodded, pulling the bag out, he started searching all the pockets, until he found your iPhone and handed it over to you, watching you type out a message to Kelly.
“She's down in the maturity ward waiting room, she'll go down and get it for us.” You told him, setting your phone to the side.
“Great.” Henry smiled, relived.
A few minutes later, the door opened and Kelly came in with the over-sized pillow.
“As requested.” She smiled, holding it out to you. “How are you doing?” She asked, laying her hand on your arm.
“I'm doing all right. Thanks to this guy.” You replied, smiling over at Henry, who smiled shyly.
“Good, I'm glad.” Kelly smiled, gently touching your hair. “Well, since the two of you have this covered, I'm going to head home. You have my number, if something happens, and you better fucking call me, when my God-Son is born!” She said, glaring at both you and Henry, sternly.
“You'll be the first call I make.” You promised her, putting your arms around her and hugging her tight. “Thanks for driving me here.”
“I wasn't going to let you drive yourself, are you crazy?” She huffed back, rolling her eyes, as she hugged you back. “You take care of her, Cavill, or I'll make good on my threat.”
Henry smiled at her, tipping his head forward. “You have my word, she's in great hands.” He told her. “For however long it takes, I'm not going anywhere.” He promised, looking into your eyes.
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You were in labor for two days, and had only dilated a little bit in that time, and true to his word, Henry stayed in the hospital with you the whole time. The only time Henry left your side was to leave for an hour or two, trading places with Kelly, so he could go over to your flat and check up on Kal and Ghost, deciding on the second day to take both dogs to his place, so they could use Kal's doggy door for more frequent bathroom breaks and exercise, as well so Henry could change clothes and eat.
Other than that, he slept in your hospital room with you.
It was the third day into your labor, that something dramatic and nothing any of you expected happened.
“You're cheating!” You barked, putting down your Uno cards.
Henry rocked back in his chair. “I'm not!” He laughed, grinning. “You're just horrible at this game.”
“Am not!” You protested, crossing your arms defiantly.
“We'll play something else, but first, I have to pee.” Henry chuckled, standing up, kissing your cheek and stepped into the bathroom.
You huffed at the door closed, collecting up the Uno cards and organizing them again, to put them back into their box, when a knock sounded on your room door. “Come in!” You called out, figuring it was just one of your nurses coming in to check on you.
“Hey.”
Your face fell at that voice, Uno cards dropping to the table next to you, as you gulped thickly and cleared your throat. “What are you doing here?” You asked, not looking towards the owner.
“I came to see you.”
“Well, you've seen me.” You replied, coldly. “Now, leave.”
“Please, let me--”
The bathroom door opened and Henry stepped back into the room, his smiling eyes on you for a moment, before noticing the new person in the room and they hardened. “Who are you?” He asked, his body tensing, protectively.
“I could as you the same fucking thing.”
“Please, don't do this.” You begged both men.
“Don't do this?” Your ex hissed, balling his fists up. “That's my kid.” He barked, pointing to your stomach.
“No!” You yelled, growing angrily. “You forfeit that right, that claim, when you told me to get an abortion. That if I, and I quote, wanted to see a cent from you in support of—your kid—a court would have to force you into it. So, no! This is no longer—your kid, Ethan. He may, unfortunately for him, have your blood, he isn't your son any longer.”
“He is my son.” You hissed at him, venomously. “What the hell are you even doing here? How do you even know I'm in labor?” You demanded, eye twitching.
“I still follow Kelly on Instagram and she posted about you being in labor yesterday.” Ethan replied, glaring at you. “What the fuck are you doing here?” He barked at Henry.
“Taking care of them.” Henry growled back, his eyes burning holes into Ethan. “Like you should have.”
“You think you can replace me?” Ethan hissed, taking a step closer.
Henry was about to answer him, when you growled deep in your throat and tensed up, gripping the side rail of your bed as a strong contraction slammed into you. He lost all interest in Ethan, coming towards you, his hand resting on top of yours, while the other went to the back of your head, and he started breathing with you.
“Relax, honey. Don't tense.” He whispered to you. “You know it only makes it worse.” He said, his hand moving from your head to your back, rubbing firm circles.
“Get out!” You growled at Ethan, between gritted teeth.
“I'm not--”
“She said, get the fuck out!” Henry roared, jabbing a finger towards the door, upper lip curling with burning anger, every muscle in his body becoming pronounced, the veins in his neck and one down the center of his forehead bulging. “Now.” He hissed, still rubbing your back, as he seethed.
Henry and Ethan stared into each others eyes for a long moment, in a visual battle of wills, until the room door opened again and a nurse stepped in, having heard the commotion from the nurses' station. Ethan pushed his jaw forward, defeated, held up his hands and walked backwards, until his back touched the wall by the door, then turned and left.
“I'm so sorry, Henry.” You said, gasping for air, as your contraction passed.
Henry took a moment to calm himself down, rubbing his face. “It's not your fault. It's not like you knew he was coming.” He said, taking a seat in his previously vacated chair.
“Or that I want him here, to start with.” You added, laying back.
“Do you?” Henry asked, looking over at you.
You met Henry's eye, caught off guard. “No.” You frowned, upset by the thought and mere idea of it. “No, I don't want that asshole here. I don't want anything do with Ethan.” You told him, pointblank. “I want you here, Henry.” You said, softly.
He bit his lip, slowly nodding his head, gulping. “I'm not going anywhere.” He whispered, before falling silent.
You sighed softly, then shifted to get comfortable with your pregnancy pillow, and closed your eyes, willing yourself to find some sleep and not think about the incident you just had with Ethan. You hadn't realized you finally drifted off, until you felt the heaviness of a warm hand on the side of your belly, and opened your eyes, spying Henry leaning over in his chair, his arm folded on the bed and his head resting on top of it, as he gently caressed your stomach, whispering to it in a low voice.
“You're going to be such a strong, little guy.” He cooed, stroking his hand across the globe of your tummy. “Just like your mama.” He sighed, smoothing down the fabric of your gown, tucking it underneath your stomach, to make it more pronounced. “She can't wait to meet you, she's waited so long.” He smiled, palming a bulge as the baby shifted inside of you.
“I have to admit, I'm rather excited to meet you myself.” Henry chuckled, smirking, leaning in closer to press his lips to the top of your belly, and sighed.
You beamed at the back of Henry's head, touched and overwhelmed by the sweet adorableness of the little interchange between him and your unborn child. You lifted your hand and gently laid it on Henry's head, making his start and look back at you. You smiled at him, rubbing the side of his head, and winked as Henry smiled back at you, laying his head back down on his arm.
“I'm worried.” You mumbled, more to yourself, then to Henry.
“About what?” Henry asked, turning his head to look at you.
“What if Ethan coming here means something.” You said, anxiously chewing on your lip. “I haven't seen him in nine months, but he magically shows up after finding out I'm in labor. What if he's having second thoughts, and now that he's sure--” You lifted a brow at Henry. “I want nothing to do with him. He tries to take the baby from me.”
Henry sat up and moved closer to you. “Nothing is going to happen to you, and that fucker isn't going to take the baby from you.” He tried to reassured you, hugging your arm to his chest and caressed the side of your face. “No one in their right mind would take a baby from such a loving, caring and attentive mum, like you are. You've done everything that you need to, to make sure that this little one is taken care of, and so much more.” He said, with a deep conviction, moving his hand to lay it on your belly.
“You know that, I know that, and they would know that.”
You pressed your hand on top of Henry's over your belly, taking a deep breath and let it out slowly. “You're right, but I know Ethan. He can be vindictive.” You said, as Henry laced your fingers together.
“I wouldn't put anything past him.”
“Let's just focus on your labor right now.” Henry whispered, pressing his lips to your temple, to hide the worry in his eyes. “You don't need any added stress.” He cooed, bothered by the conversation.
You leaned into his kiss and his chest, knowing he was right, stress wasn't good for you or the baby.
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“You're sure you don't want an epidural?” The nurse asked, hanging up another IV fluid bag.
“Positive.” You nodded at her, attentively rubbing your belly. “The idea of a needle going into my spinal cord is terrifying.” You told her, shaking your head, eyes wide at the mental image.
The nurse chuckled and gently pat your shoulder. “That's all right, there's several ways to help lessen and relive your pain. I can give you a shot.” She explained to you, kindly.
“That I'm all right with.” You replied, smiling up at her.
“I'll be right back with a shot of Demerol then.” She smiled, stepping out of the room as Henry came back in.
“Look what I got from the cafeteria!” He grinned, holding up a vanilla soft serve.
“Ooo.” You cooed, licking your lips and holding your hand out for the delectable treat.
Henry let you take the cone from his hand and kissed the top of your head, taking his usual seat beside your bed. “How are you feeling?” He asked, massaging your leg.
“Sore.” You replied, between licks of ice cream. “The nurse has gone to get me a shot for it.” You told him, humming at the delicious chill.
“Good, maybe it'll help you get some more rest.” He said, looking at you with an expression of soft concern.
The nurse returned, injecting the Demerol into the side of your thigh, then left you and Henry be. You finished your ice cream and got comfortable in bed, Henry turned out the lights and shaded the window, then covered you up with your favorite throw blanket, that he had brought to the hospital from your place, to help you get more comfortable. Henry sighed, rubbing his head and scratched his scruffy cheeks, frowning feeling the hair of his beard, glancing at you as you whimpered your sleep, clearly having a contraction. He moved forward, resting on hand on your belly, feeling how rock hard it was against his palm, as he rubbed his other hand up and down your back and kneaded your hip, having found the rhythm that best comforted you and alleviated a lot of your pain, in the several days you were in the hospital together.
“Ssshh, it's all right.” He cooed at both you and the Baby, pressing the heel of his palm along your spine, and felt you press back with a moan. “I'll be back.” He whispered, kissing your head, once the contraction had passed.
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When you woke, Kelly was sitting beside you, absentmindedly chewing a piece of gum and scrolling through her phone, in the seat Henry usually occupied; making you frown.
“Where's Henry?” You asked, groaning as you shifted to sit up.
“Hello, to you too.” Kelly retorted, smirking at you. “He called me about an hour ago, said he needed to take care of something and that he would be back soon.” She told you, setting her phone down on the rolling hospital tray by your bed. “That kid sure is taking forever to pop out of you.” She commented, lifting a micro-bladed brow at your belly.
“Sure takes after Ethan on arrivals.”
Your head jerked in her direction. “Don't say that.” You hissed, jaw tight. “This baby will be nothing like Ethan.”
“Here's to hoping.” Kelly replied, holding her hands up. “I blocked him, by the way—off my Instagram.” She told you, tossing her gum in the trash. “If I had known that rat was still in my followers, I would have done it sooner.” She said, her eyes glowing with agitation. “Just can't believe he had the balls to come here and try to father up, after walking out on you and telling you not to have the baby.”
“In all honesty,” You sighed, pouring yourself some ice water. “I'm not surprised at all. Ethan always threw tantrums, and he liked getting his way.” You shook your head, while trying to push the incident out of your mind. “It was one of the reasons I never seriously tried having the 'our future' and 'let's have kids' conversation with him. I knew he was immature and controlling.”
“But if, my birth control prescription hadn't been messed up, and taken a week to refilled, and we hadn't been intimate, I never would have gotten pregnant, because I know those thing about him. It wouldn't have been the right time for us to have a baby together.”
“It never would have been the right time for you and Ethan to have a baby together, woman.” Kelly huffed, rolling her eyes at you. “I'm not afraid to admit it now, but you and Ethan were shit together.” She said, bluntly. “You were always giving, compromising and making the effort in the relationship. While Ethan was a damn louse—on a good day! He did nothing, but use and abuse you, maybe not physically, but he sure as hell did mentally and emotionally. He mooched off of you, so he could work that part time job at the Vape Shop downtown and lazed about all day.”
“I'm glad he broke up with you and wants nothing to do with yourkid.” She proclaimed, proudly, stomping a black, fashion nova heel to the floor and leaned forward. “Now, you have a real man, that'll show you what a real boyfriend is and how you should be treated—Hell! He's already been doing it since the two of you met!”
“And to think, Kel!” You interrupted her proclamation. “You thought he was a catfish and that I shouldn't take him seriously at all.” You smirked at her, both amused and thankful.
“You're welcome!” Kelly smiled, giving you a proud nod. “I should start my own match-making company.” She laughed, just as her phone buzzed. “Oh, Cavill is back and on his way up.” She said, getting up. “I'll see you later, don't want to interfere in your guy's bonding time.” She teased, giving you a hug.
“But call me, when that little thing decides finally pop out.”
“You know we will.” You smiled, hugging her tight for a moment, before letting her go.
You were alone for a few minutes, before the door finally opened and Henry came back in, his back to you for a second, and your mouth dropped open. “Who is that strange man in my room?” You asked, surprised to see his face.
Henry chuckled, lifting a hand to rub his smooth and clean shaven cheek. “It's weird, I know.” He smirked, moving to sit on the edge of your bed. “But I just couldn't take it anymore, so I had to shave.” He explained, hooking his arm around the front of your waist.
“I've never seen you like this.” You said, reaching up to press your fingertips to his soft and whisker-less cheek for the first time since the two of you met five months before. “It's like I'm meeting you all over again.” You laughed, cupping his face.
“Feels like I'm meeting myself again.” Henry laughed, tilting his head into your warm touch.
You sat up, leaning forward, and gently kissed his opposite cheek, feeling his warm skin and smelling the hint of his aftershave, and sighed, smirking. “I like it.” You whispered, eyes flickering up to his.
“Thank, god.” He smiled back, eyes sparkling. “It would take me weeks to grow my beard back.” He joked, tilting his head to kiss you on the lips.
You laughed, body shaking as you did, but you gasped suddenly, hand going between your legs, alarming Henry.
“What is it?” He snapped, getting up, eyes wild with alarm.
You gulped, thickly, and took a deep breath to try calm yourself. “I think—I'm sure, my water just broke.” You confessed, looking up him, with a flash of fear.
“Well, if I had known shaving would have caused your water to break, I would have done it soon, and saved us all the trouble.” Henry said, forcing out a laugh, trying to soothe your trepidation. “I'll go get a nurse.” He added, rushing out of the room.
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Nurses and doctors rushed into your room, and things for several minutes became a blur and haze, but one thing became blatantly clear, when you heard one of the nurses talking to Henry by the door.
“Do you want to stay for the birth?” She asked, staring up at the startled actor.
“Yes!” You barked, answering for him, mortified at the thought of not having Henry beside you as you went through the most important part of pregnancy and labor—the delivery.
Henry looked over at you, his blue eyes the size of serving plates and mouth hanging open, but seeing your fright and just how much you wanted and needed him to be there with you, he sobered up, his face pulling together and became serious. He looked down at the nurse and nodded his head, standing and upholding his promise to you.
“I'm not going anywhere.” He proclaimed, moving towards the head of your bed, and took one of your hands between his, pressing your fingers to his lips. “I'm staying right here.” He whispered to you, his expression was soft, but no less determined.
“Thank you.” You sighed, clinging onto his hand for dear life, and felt some of your fear melt away.
“You ready to meet your little guy?” Dr. Torres asked, as she came into the room, grinning at you.
“Very much so.” You nodded, giving her a tired smile.
“Mr. Cavill, good to see you again.” Dr. Torres nodded to him. “I see you're in the presence of an amazing support system.” She commented, looking between the two of you.
“The best.” You agreed, looking up at him, proud and relieved. “Oh, Kelly..” You gasped, mouth falling open.
“I already called her, she's on her way, if she's not already here.” Henry reassured you, smiling down at you.
“What would I do without you, Hen?” You sighed, relaxing.
“You'd be just fine, Ducky.” He grinned at you, teasingly. “You'd have Kelly with you.”
“I don't how entertained I would have been with her in your place though.” You admitted, chuckling, but it was cut short. “Oh—fuck..” You whined as an overwhelmingly painful contraction punched you.
“Looks like Little Man is tired of waiting.” Dr. Torres said, moving between your legs and peeked beneath your gown. “All right, we're going to start pushing on the next contraction.” She told you, looking up at you and Henry.
You laid back after the contraction ended, doing your breathing to catch it, and felt a clean and dry cloth on your forehead, as Henry gently dabbed at the sheen of sweat forming there, followed by his lips against your temple. You groaned, feeling the slow, tightening coil of another incoming contraction.
“Take a deep breath.” Dr. Torres coached you, nodding her head encouragingly, watching with a practiced and experienced eye as your contraction began. “Now, push!” She yelled out, looking back between your legs.
“Come on, you can do it.” Henry cheered you on, his cerulean gaze intent on your face.
You growled and beared down as hard as you could, hands twisting up in the blankets beneath you.
“That's it!” Dr. Torres nodded. “Good! You're doing so good! Now, let it out and relax.” She told you, when the contraction faded.
It went back and forth like that, over and over again; push and relax, push and relax. You had lost count on which push you were on, spent, breathless and dripping with sweat, even with Henry wiping your face. Your strength was dwindling and you weren't at all sure if you could muster up another push, the thought itself was draining and more than you could do. But, it was like Henry could sense and see your struggle with that very notion.
“It's only a few more.” He cooed at you, wiping your face. “Then, it'll be over and you'll have him in your arms. It'll all be worth it, my love.” He murmured, fanning you, to try and help cool you off some. “I promise.” He smiled and kissed you on the lips.
“Again.” Dr. Torres said, looking up at you.
“You can do it.” Henry nodded at you, slipping his arm under your back as you took a deep breath and started to push, to support you in the endeavor. “That's it, you're doing great, honey.” He gushed, beaming at you, and helped lay you back. “I'm so proud of you.”
You smiled up at Henry, more than glad for his presence, love and support, reaching up to cup the side of his face, to exhausted for words, but thankfully, none were needed, as he smiled back at you, resting his hand over yours and pressed it closer. Buoyed by this light exchanged with Henry, you were able to muster the energy to keep pushing, and with three more, and a release of pressure, that burned fiercely, you let out a loud sigh and fell back on the bed, spent.
A moment later, you felt the warm, squirming weight of your son laid on your belly and instinctively wrapped your arms around him. You and Henry smiled at each other, then at him, in all his sticky, bloody and screaming glory, before the nurse took him to get him cleaned up and looked over.
“You did it.” He grinned at you, cupping your face in his hands and kissed you deeply. “You were amazing.”
You chuckled, tired.
“Would you like to cut the cord?” A nurse asked, coming up to Henry, oblivious to the fact he wasn't the father.
“Huh?” He replied, looking sheepish.
“If I wasn't so exhausted, I would be howling right now.” You smirked, looking at them. “He's not the biological father.” You informed the nurse with great amusement. “But if he wants too, he can.” You tossed out, to further Henry's shock.
Henry stared down at you, his mouth just hanging open, not a sound coming out or a muscle moving.
“Oh geez, I think there's a restart button on him somewhere.” You giggled, gently pocking him in the belly button, making his squirm, ticklishly. “I was joking, Puppy.” You reassured him, shaking your head.
“I'll do it.” He blurted out, blinking at you.
You laughed and shrugged. “Go for it, then.”
Henry followed the nurse over to the little table they had the baby laying on, a white and blue striped cap on his head. The nurse picked up a pair of scissors and handed them to Henry, then grabbed the grayish-blue umbilical cord, showing him where to cut. Henry bit his lip, really terrified that he was going to hurt him, as he lined up scissors and started cutting through it, surprised by how thick it was. He felt strange cutting the cord, and not just because he wasn't his biological son, but because he felt so connected to the little guy, he wanted to bundle him up in his arms and shield him from the ugliness of the world, to feel that cute, little body nestled in against his chest and conquer the world. He felt a hard lump form in his throat and his eyes burn, as he put the scissors down, smiling down at him and gently took his teeny balled up hand between his index finger and thumb.
“You're such a handsome guy.” He whispered, his voice rough around the lump.
“Do you want to hold him?” The nurse asked, smiling at Henry.
“No, she gets to hold him first.” Henry replied, motioning behind him to you. “She's waited far longer than me.” He said, letting his hand go.
Nodding, she wrapped a warmed blanket around the baby, then carried him over to you, smiling as she handed him over, then left the room. You grinned down at your son, feeling a flutter in your chest as tears started to fall down your face. He was the most gorgeous baby you had ever seen in your life, and he was all yours, you couldn't be prouder, as you gently pressed your lips to his forehead. You looked up as you felt a hand on your shoulder and smiled at Henry, seeing tears in his eyes as well, choking you even more to see this big man tearful over your infant son.
“I'll go tell Kelly, so she can come see him.” He whispered to you, leaning in to kiss you, then stepped out of the room, going down to the waiting room to get the other woman.
Kelly came in a few minutes later, with a balloon that said 'I just had a baby' and let it go to hit the ceiling, quickly crossing the room to your bed. “Oh my god, look at him!” She gasped, leaning over the side of the bed. “Thank god, he looks just like you.” She announced, loudly.
You sighed. “Thanks, Kel.” You said, lifting a brow at her. “You wanna hold him?” You asked, moving to pass him to her.
“Lord, no!” She replied, backing up. “I just got my nails done.” She told you, showing you her gold tipped, French nails. “I can see my Godson from right here, just fine.”
“Yeah, I don't need you scratching him.” You answered, shaking your head at her.
“Anyway, do you know what you're naming him?” She asked, staring at him.
“I think I have a pretty good idea, yes.” You nodded, smiling.
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It had been a week since you gave birth to your son and gone home, and in that time, Henry still hadn't left your side, staying over at your place with you, the baby and both dogs.
“I was thinking.” Henry said, sitting on the couch with you, while you breastfed.
“About what?” You asked, looking at him.
“It's probably crazy.” He replied, shaking his head, a crease between his brows.
You chuckled at him, grinning. “Well, let's hear it, and we'll figure out just how crazy it is.”
Henry was quiet for a long minute. “I've been thinking about Ethan.” He said finally, biting his lip. “About how you're worried he would try and get some type of custody of Oliver.” He explained, looking down at him.
You had decided to name your son, Oliver.
“I'm horrified at the thought.” You told him, honestly, hugging Oliver a little bit closer to you.
“What if he wasn't the father anymore?” Henry asked, looking up at you, a meaning in his eyes. “I know he will always biologically be Ollie's dad, but...” He licked his lips and felt a qualm in his stomach. “What if he wasn't, legally?”
Your head cocked to the side as you grasped Henry's hint and point, your mouth falling open for a moment. “Like...?” You tipped your head forward and lifted a brow at him. “If...” You took a deep breath to collect yourself. “Are you saying, suggesting, adopting Oliver, yourself?”
“I am.” Henry nodded, lightly touching the soft hair on the crown of Oliver's head. “He—You wouldn't have to give him my name, if you didn't want too. But if I were to adopt him, as my son, then you'd never have to worry about Ethan doing anything nefarious.” He explained his train of thought, a thought he had been considering for the last month but had become serious about after that incident with Ethan in the hospital. “I would take care of both of you, and if something happened to the two of us, if we stopped dating, I would continue to provide for and be there for him. I wouldn't just adopt him and vanish.”
You felt an intense warmth in your chest and grinned at Henry, hearing him express this idea, even if you didn't go for it, it was still so incredibly touching, that Henry wanted to make that effort.
“What are you grinning about?” He asked, blushing.
You laughed, smiling even more. “I'm grinning, because I'm amazed, though I'm truly not, on how different you and Ethan are.” You confessed, biting your lip. “Ethan would have gone down to a court to take custody out of spite and to make my life a living hell. You, Henry, want to go down to a court to protect him, because you love him—because you love me.”
“I love you, more than anything in this world.” Henry said, softly. “I love both of you, with all of my life.”
“Well, I suppose I should show you something.” You chuckled, carefully holding Oliver out to him.
“What, did you put me on his birth certificate without telling me?” Henry laughed, making a silly face at Oliver as he cradled him in one big arm.
“No. But, admittedly, the thought did cross my mind.” You smirked, then disappeared upstairs, coming back downstairs and held out a piece of paper out to him.
“This is his birth certificate.” Henry said, frowning at you.
“I know it is.” You laughed, sitting back down on the couch beside him. “Look at his middle name.”
Henry scanned the piece of paper for a moment, before his face cracked with a huge smile. “Did you really give him the Oregon Trail name!” He laughed, shaking his head.
“In my defense, Aquillon, is also a Roman god of Winter, as well as your Warhammer 40k reference.” You giggled, grinning back at him. “But I couldn't think of a middle name for him, and that just popped into my head.
– Prologue –
At the age of six months, your son became, Oliver Aquillon Cavill, when Henry officially adopted him. Ethan didn't put up a fight, when you tracked him down to tell him Henry would be adopting Oliver, like he knew that fighting would be pointless. Oliver would be, and already was, Henry's son, through and through, he was a Daddy's boy. You, Oliver and Ghost moved in with Henry and Kal, completing the transition of your relationship.
“There the world knows.” Henry smiled at the Instagram post he had just made announcing Oliver as his son.
You smiled, getting the alert on your phone.
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“No one can ever claim you're not a proud papa.” You chuckled.
“Not in a million years.” He laughed back, kissing you.
When Oliver was a year old, Henry proposed to you, which, obviously, you said yes to and not long after Oliver's fourth birthday, you found out you were pregnant again. But this time, you felt no fear or worry, like you had with Ethan, when you came out of the bathroom with the positive test, finding Henry on the living room floor, being dramatic as Ollie pinned him down.
“Babe?” You called out to him, laughing at your boys.
“One sec, hon, I'm being attacked by a mad man at the moment!” Henry called back, faking being unable to get up from underneath the toddler. “I tap! You win, you're the man of the house!” He conceded, slapping the rug.
“Yeah!” Oliver roared, throwing up his arms as he straddled Henry's broad and heaving chest. “I win again, Papa!”
“You win every time, little man! You're just too strong for me.” Henry grinned, resting his hand on Oliver's back and sat up. “I'll just have to grow up to be as strong as you one day.” He chuckled, then started a tickle assault on his sides, making Oliver melt into a fit of giggles. “All right, Ollie, I have to see what your mum wants, off you go.” He said, setting the little boy on his feet, so he could stand up.
“That kid is growing too damn fast.” Henry sighed as he got to his feet and turned towards you.
“Well, Puppy, you won't have to worry about that for too long.” You grinned at him, smugly.
Henry frowned at you; brow creased with confusion. “Why's that?” He asked, shaking his head.
Your smile widened, and you held out the pregnancy test to him. “Cause of this.”
He took it from you and looked at it, he didn't move or react for a moment, then looked up at you with the hugest grin on the planet. “I'm going to be a Daddy again!” He screamed, scaring the dogs, and snapped you up into his arms and spun you around. “Yes!!” He laughed, kissing your breathless. “You hear that, Ollie, you're going to be a big brother!” He said, as he ran into the room to see what the commotion was, getting swept up by Henry and tossed up into the air, making the toddler laugh.
“So, I take it that you're not happy about this?” You teased Henry.
“Oh, I despise it.” He teased back, tears running down his face.
“I'm glad, Hen.” You said softly, reaching up to wipe his face, crying yourself.
Eight and half months later, you gave birth to another boy, which you and Henry named Gideon Dante, to stick with the Warhammer middle name theme, and of course Kelly was there as a support to you during this pregnancy as she had been with Oliver. Life for you, Henry, Oliver, Gideon, Kal and Ghost was amazing and more than any of you could ask for, making you both grateful for taking a chance and swiping on each other.
– Finished –
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Widow's Pique- Chapter 30
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Overview: Penny is a 41 year old mother of one, existing day to day in the normal world until a chance encounter changes everything, for everyone.
Author’s Notes: Hey Tumblrs! So this is my first ever story (not counting the shit I created at school). So be easy on me! I apologise for any typos, and for my misunderstanding of basic punctuation. This story has a little bit of Yours Truly woven into it. It’s a slow burn, full of angst, inner monologues, and insecurities but promises a happy ending of sorts! Using just my imagination and countless hours “researching” Mr. Cavill, I hope I can portray a different side to this fascinating man. Please indulge me …
Pairing: Henry Cavill x Plus Size/Curvy OFC (Penny) Chapter: 30 of ?
Word Count: 4k
Warnings: Angst. Pregnancy. Sex.
Disclaimers: This is all fiction baby!
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Penny grabbed so tightly onto Henry's hand that he snapped his head towards her, mouthing the words 'Are you ok?' as they walked up the steps to the school playground. She felt like a cowboy entering a swing door saloon in a Western. So many pairs of eyes watching them. Shocked by Henry's presence and Penny's unhidden stomach.
Amidst the hushed atmosphere, small pre-schoolers whizzed around on their scooters, tugged on their mothers leggings and fussed in their push chairs as the mostly female crowd studied the pair as they walked towards the back of the school.
Julia trotted over, in impractically high heels to dramatically display her friendship with Penny.
"Henry, this is Julia, Jules - Henry."
Her theatrics increased as she air-kissed both of Henry's cheeks "So nice to finally meet you Henry, my goodness you're even bigger than I'd remembered" as she held her beautifully manicured hand against his chest and giggled.
Penny snorted quietly as a few more mums sidled up to introduce themselves.
Before long, several selfies had been taken and Henry had thoroughly charmed the school mums with his witty banter and public displays of affection with Penny. Her light grey shirred summer dress clung to her ample chest and flowed over her bump. The empire waistline making her pregnancy unmistakeable now. Most had just stared, but on seeing Henry proudly holding her tummy and rubbing it casually as he chatted, Penny began to receive several congratulations and smiles.
As the children flowed out, the noise level returned and Henry had another wave of selfie requests from Mums feeling braver now that they could use their children as an excuse to get close to the actor.
Ben's class was one of the last to be dismissed. In true 8 year old fashion he barrelled up to Penny with his book bag, water bottle and lunch bag before realising Henry was there.
Ben sprung up into his arms, gripping Henry with all of his might. "Missed you Bud," Henry whispered as Ben continued to cling to him.
"Daddy Henry, you came back!" he squealed, his eyes shut and his grubby hands gripping the back of Henry's t-shirt.
"I always come back buddy, never forget that."
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It was Henry's turn to grip Penny's hand tightly as they sat in the warm darkness of the ultrasound room. Pre-warmed gel was squirted onto Penny's tummy as the doctor fiddled and scrolled with one hand and lifted and twisted the wand in the other, pushing hard against Penny's firm stomach.
"Does that hurt honey?" Henry asked, hoping it would make the consultant press more lightly.
"It's fine Hen, just relax."
The fast swooshing of the baby's heartbeat filled the room as tears flowed down Henry's cheeks. When the screen showed the head and then quickly the legs as the baby wriggled inside. Henry let out a strange noise. Penny turned to see his ugly crying face again, she couldn't help but giggle.
"Oh, Hen, makes it seem so much more real doesn't it?" as she squeezed harder on his hand as he smiled, unable to speak.
"So, are we wanting to know the gender?" The doctor asked, looking over the top of his glasses. Both Henry and Penny nodded anxiously as the doctor flicked the wand and repositioned the view.
"If you take a look here, baby is clearly showing us that she is a little girl, lovely," he smiled at them both as Penny shuddered with happy tears.
"My girls." Henry managed as he rubbed Penny's forearm. Desperately trying to hold back his own tears without success.
After Penny was wiped, sat up and sorted out, the Consultant ran through the options for the labour and delivery. Henry asked so many questions, Penny was impressed with his level of understanding and his sweet protective manner over her wellbeing. She still wasn't convinced that she needed to be in London for the delivery, but didn't want to have that argument in front of the doctor.
On leaving the hospital they were both anxious about being papped, so opted for separate cars. Henry didn't want to risk stressing Penny out with any attention from the press, despite wanting to shout his excitement from the rooftops. The cars met up again outside Henry's parents house, Henry waiting to help Penny out, like the gentleman he always was.
Marianne had become very protective over Penny since her spell in hospital, fussing over her more than she ever did her boys. Penny's fears over Henry's family disapproving of their surprise addition were completely unfounded and their excitement at the new arrival was palpable.
"Oh Penny, just look at you." Marianne swept towards Penny, embracing the sides of her stomach, then pulling her in for one of her trademark hugs.
Colin slapped Henry on the back in a proud and congratulatory manner, ushering him into the kitchen after the ladies.
Before she knew it, Penny was sat down in the window seat being shown pictures of Henry as a baby. His eyes were unmistakeable even then.
"Oh my goodness, he was adorable Marianne, such a chubby little thing too!"
"Ha, yes, he was like a little sumo wrestler with all those little rolls. He was 10lb 6oz too! Good job he wasn't my first or I wouldn't have tried again." Marianne instantly regretted her words and placed a hand on Penny's knee. "I'm sure this little one won't be that big my dear."
Penny sat back, gripping her belly and looking down. "I don't know Marianne, they're measuring big, and I feel a lot bigger than I did with Ben.
At that point Henry and Colin entered the room with tea and biscuits.
"Mum, really?! Not the baby album." he cringed, kissing Penny on the top of her head as he sat down next to her.
"His brothers nicknamed him Jabba, you can see why now can't you?!" Colin joked as Henry closed up the album whilst giving his own father the stink eye.
Henry leaned into Penny's stomach, cupping his hands together.
"Don't listen to Pops little one, he's getting sarcastic in his old age. Your big brother is going to be nothing but nice to you."
Penny blushed at Henry's soppiness in front of his parents. Marianne gazed happily at them both. Penny felt a little uncomfortable with the attention.
The conversation changed towards their earlier consultants appointment. Penny decided to broach the subject of not having the baby in London.
"It's not that I don't like the hospital Henry, it's just that it's so far from home and they're not worried about anything. In fact recently I've been considering a home birth."
"No." Henry abruptly stated. "Out of the question."
"Henry!" Marianne reproached. "There's nothing wrong with home-birthing. I had Charlie at home and it was perfectly safe. Alex was a home birth, and Poppy too!"
Penny was shocked by Henry's attitude and her emotions quickly bubbled up. She breathed deeply to try and quell her tears. She swallowed and continued. "I'm just considering it at the moment, but as I'm the one who has to squeeze a person out of me I think I get to choose where and how."
Henry cringed at his reaction. "I'm sorry Pen. I, just want you and the baby to be safe."
"Well that's my preference too honey. Remember, I've done this before ok?"
Colin squirmed uncomfortably in his seat, not wanting to get involved in any arguments.
"More tea?" he offered, changing the subject.
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Driving back home they were both quiet, lost in their own thoughts. Henry didn't like it when plans were changed, he felt uneasy and a little panicked thinking his daughter could be born without a doctor nearby.
Penny was still smarting from Henry's bolshy attitude earlier, she hated being treated like she didn't know her own mind.
Henry knew he'd upset her, but he also thought she was being a little naive and selfish perhaps. Not that he would dare say that to her. His brothers were right when they'd warned him not to cross a pregnant woman, Penny certainly was quick to snap back at him lately. He actually found it quite endearing, in fact everything she did lately made his heart melt. Her little waddle, her many cushions in the bed, putting on her shoes, even getting in the car. Seeing her carrying their baby was truly fascinating to him and made him feel so unbelievably proud and protective of her.
He reach over and placed his hand on her thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze.
"I love you Penny Green, do you know that?"
Penny smiled, turning to look at him as he kept his eyes on the road ahead. A warm smile on his handsome face.
She gripped his hand, then ran it up along his shirt sleeve to his shoulder as he grabbed her hand again he brought it to his lips and kissed it.
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Penny was 28 weeks pregnant now and feeling it. She knew that being an older mum would be hard work, but some days all she wanted to do was float in the tub. Henry was ridiculously attentive though, to the point where she was pretty sure he would bathe, dress and feed her if she let him.
She looked at her crinkled fingertips and decided she needed to leave the bath, heaving herself forward as her aching bones protested. On cue, Henry appeared, grasping her under her arms and taking her weight as she climbed out, embarrassed that she was becoming so reliant on his help already.
"Thanks Hen, it's ok though, I can still get out of the bath honey." she smiled.
"I know Pen, I was just here so thought I'd lend a hand", he was aware that he was fussing too much and worried that he was driving her nuts in doing so.
"Did you decide what you are going to wear yet honey?" He asked tentatively.
It seemed that every day there was a new delivery of something or other baby or pregnancy related. Henry seemed hell bent on buying every gadget, gismo and toy for their little girl, as well as cute outfits for Penny. Henry was living out his fantasy as Penny indulged his love of seeing her dress up for him. He couldn't get enough of her new sexy shape and her growing bump. She suspected her tiredness was in part due to Henry's increased libido, which was pretty healthy beforehand. Not that she was complaining, the constant adoration and manhandling was doing wonders for Penny's confidence. She hadn't even needed much persuading to have a photoshoot with one of Henry's favourite photographers.
Penny chose a cute button front emerald green dress with a scoop neck, high waistline and delicate puffed sleeves. She also let him chose two more outfits for her. Knowing how much enjoyment he was getting from it.
She finished her makeup and carefully pulled the dress over her head. The fabric was thin, stretchy and beautifully soft. She moaned quietly at the sensation as she smoothed and pulled the dress into the right position. Even she couldn't stop brushing her hands over her large stomach, feeling especially sensitive lately.
With a final fluff of her curls she headed downstairs to join Henry, the photographer and his assistant. Henry stopped mid sentence as he spotted Penny on the stairs. Neil and Abby followed his gaze as they all watched Penny gracefully but carefully descend the last two steps.
"And here she is, Neil, Abby. This is my Penny"
Penny felt flushed with the attention, but mostly Henry's intense, loving but licentious stare. He even licked his lips, making Penny shudder slightly with excitement. She hoped the shoot wouldn't take too long, she desperately needed to be alone with him.
At first Penny felt a little self conscious posing for photos around the house and garden. Henry of course was a natural, loving the intimate poses, knowing how great the shots would look already. Nick was a real sweetheart, so generous with his praise and flattery that by the end of the shoot Penny almost felt like a model.
"Oh Penny, you are just gonna love these shots. Those last ones against the door - mmm - just divine."
"Thanks Nick, I'm glad you got some you're happy with." she added as Henry kissed the side of her head for the hundredth time that day.
By the time the equipment was packed away and farewells were said Penny flopped down on the sofa to rest her aching feet. Henry was quick to offer a foot rub as he grinned up at her.
"What?" she asked, wondering what was so funny.
"Can't a man just enjoy rubbing his wife's feet my love?"
"Not as much as you seem to be Mr Cavill. Plus, I'm not your wife yet, merely your fiancee."
Henry detected an undertone to her statement.
"There is nothing mere about being my betrothed young lady." He ran his warm hand slowly up her calf muscle, to behind her thigh under her dress, finishing at her large, soft behind. He crawled up towards her carefully, slowly kissing her thigh, her stomach, her arms, her neck and then her lips.
Penny ran her fingers through his growing curls, thickened but still soft with product. She began unbuttoning his shirt. He watched her fingers then looked up at her with quizzical eyebrows.
"Frisky again Mrs Green? You will be the death of me." he growled as he knelt up to undo his jeans and Penny sat up to continue with his shirt. Henry helped her to stand as he deftly pulled her dress up over her head and her knickers down. Carefully allowing her to get her balance as she stepped out of them. He remained crouched below her, looking up at her beautiful round stomach. As much as he couldn't wait to meet their daughter he would miss her like this, and wondered if she would consider more children after.
"You." he spoke between kisses "Are. The. Most. Sexiest. Woman. I. Have. Ever. Met."
Penny was already super aroused. His words, his kisses, his warm breath on her skin sent shockwaves of delight through her. She'd removed her bra and played with her nipples as Henry swept two fingers through her folds and lewdly licked his fingers clean. She pulled him up and kissed him so fiercely he almost lost his balance. Her nails clawed at his back. Her large firm stomach pushed against his newly softened one. Henry's hands slid all over her, grabbing at her, squeezing at her. He found her breasts again and sucked her swollen nipples into his hungry mouth, his tongue swirling as she moaned in exquisite pleasure.
"Hen, I need you, inside me, now."
He chuckled, loving her desperation "Oh my beautiful girl, does someone want Daddy's cock inside them?"
Penny was too far gone to chuckle at his words, she was ready to beg if he asked.
"Please, yes, please Daddy, I need your cock. I need it now. Fuck me, fuck me hard."
Henry's dick twitched at her words. He grabbed her by the waist and spun her around.
"Lean forward, kneel on the sofa." he ordered. "'kay?" he quickly checked to make sure she was comfy. Again Henry ran his fingers through Penny's sex, using her wetness to smear over his steel hard dick. This position had proved very successful for them recently now that Penny was too big for some of their other favourite positions.
"Henry, now!" Penny shouted as Henry smirked at her bossiness.
"Yes my princess. Uh. Take. Daddy's cock. In your. Uh. Tight. Little. Pussy"
Penny loved his dirty talk, each time she pushed him to say filthier things to her. He treated her so gently at every other time she craved the contrast when they were intimate. To hear such a polite, charming man say such dirty, erotic words was such a turn on for Penny.
The sound of his hips slapping against Penny's backside filled the house. she shouted for him to go harder and faster. Henry worried he might hurt her but also desperately wanted to satisfy. Not wanting to upset Penny, he upped his pace and energy.
"Fuck, Hen, so, fucking, good. I'm so close, so, so close…, please"
Henry's nostrils flared as sweat poured down his reddened face. Concentrating so hard not to disappoint her and come first.
Penny braced herself against the back of the sofa, head down, watching everything jolt with Henry's vigour.
Neither of them spoke as they both concentrated on Penny's climax. Henry bit deep into his bottom lip as he readjusted his grip of Penny's hips.
She roared as the ecstasy washed over her, Henry gratefully joining her in his release. Relieved that he managed to hold out. They slowly rocked together, as the electric pulses ebbed away and they became aware of their surroundings again.
"Thank you honey, I - I really needed that." Penny whispered shyly.
Henry kissed her back as his warm hands found their way to her stomach, rubbing it gently as he caught his breath.
"Lets get cleaned up and I'll make us some lunch mama" Henry gathered up their clothing and offered his hand to lead a pink faced Penny upstairs.
Tiredness washed over her as Henry clipped up her hair and turned on the shower. Guiding her again, he held the shower head and ran the soothing warm water over her body before doing the same himself. Penny's blinks became slower and slower as Henry washed her. Wanting to savour every moment, but knowing how tired she was, he had to be quick.
Once showered he sat her down and dried her off. Her eyes were completely closed now, she was totally at his will as he gently rubbed her soft skin. After quickly drying himself he picked her up and placed her on top of the covers, making sure he propped her onto her side with her many pillows. He stood for several moments watching her sleep, committing this moment to memory. Consumed by such a powerful feeling of love and contentment. Knowing he would do absolutely anything for the woman sleeping before him.
An hour later Henry sat on the armchair, thinking back to their earlier fun, but also Penny's words about 'merely being his fiancee'. He was desperate to call her his wife, he tried to imagine their wedding, the potential intrusion from the press, the reaction of his fans. He just couldn't risk upsetting Penny by even discussing it at the moment. He daydreamed about seeing her walk down the aisle, flowers in her hair, freckles on her nose… a creak from upstairs woke him from his musings.
Penny tried on her new striped jersey dress and was surprised at how well it fitted, sure her arse looked huge, her tummy was huge and her boobs, well, they were ridiculous, but sod it, she was pregnant and there was no disguising it now so she might as well embrace it! A small voice at the back of her head whispered, you sure about this hun? Before an even louder one told it to fuck off.
Downstairs she found a puppy eyed Henry, retrieving lunch from the fridge.
"My word Penelope, you are spoiling me today." he growled as her reached for her waist.
"This? It's just something casual for the school run Hen!"
"Hmm.." he pondered, spinning her around for inspection.
"What, is it too clingy?"
"It certainly fits where it touches Pen, that's why I like it so much." he began kissing her neck as his hands roamed her backside.
"Mr. Cavill, that's enough of that! You have a hungry pregnant woman before you, it's practically an emergency." she quipped as she wiggled towards the dining table.
Penny smirked at the Mrs Cavill mug that Henry always liked to use for her. Holding it up to toast her handsome chef as he glugged from his sports bottle. Henry paused and almost made a Mrs Cavill comment, but thought better of it. Penny noticed his apprehension.
"What is it Cavill, fess up. I can tell when you want to say something."
"What? I'm just having a drink."
"Fine, don't tell me then." she half joked, narrowing her eyes in suspicion.
"It's, it's." shit - he thought, why am I even saying anything? "I was thinking about what you said earlier, about 'merely' being my fiancee. You know I'd marry you tomorrow if I could Pen."
Penny continued to side eye him, wondering what he wasn't saying.
Henry continued under Penny's intense glare. "I know that you didn't want to have a child out of wedlock, and weddings are complicated, and hard to keep under wraps from the press. The last thing I want is to cause you any additional stress at the moment, my love."
"What are you saying Henry?"
"Nothing really, I seem just to have random words coming from my mouth at the moment without making much sense. I, I, just want you to be my wife. I want you to feel secure and safe and, and proper. Shit, I shouldn't have said anything."
"Henry, are you trying to say that you want to get married before the baby arrives?" Penny sat back in her seat, subconsciously rubbing her stomach.
"No, honey, it's a terrible idea, not enough time, too much stress. We need to focus on little legs arrival. I shouldn't have said anything, I'm sorry."
"Why are you sorry, I want this too Hen. But there's no way we can find a venue, a dress, organise the reception in such a short space of time. I don't want to be going into labour and getting married on the same day hun."
"I don't care about the party, or the venue. I just want to be your husband. If you really want this too Pen, I can make it happen - you wouldn't need to lift a finger - unless you wanted to of course. I just don't want to stress you out honey."
Penny blew out her deep breath, "Ok, let's do it."
"Really? You really want to Pen?" Henry stood up, his hands reaching behind his head in excitement.
"Definitely, as long as you don't mind me waddling down the aisle looking like a marshmallow."
"Come here." Henry beckoned as he walked around the table to her. "Let's go get ourselves hitched Mrs Green."
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Authors Comments It seems every time I post a chapter I have to apologise - this time has been the longest gap between chapters - for which I am so sorry. My life has been very chaotic, with far too many distractions. I do hope you enjoyed reading about this goofy pair again as they prepare for parenthood as a couple. Thank you all for your patience xxx
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