Finding You, Looking for Me: A Henry Cavill FanFic

Part 37: Lazy Sundays in the Garden

I guess that was a long time ago now. Life for us has changed so dramatically since the tough early days. I still lie in bed beneath him, his face nuzzled up to my breast, stroking his curls and smiling to myself about how lucky I had gotten to find this man. I'd watch him sleep—lips pursed, arms wrapped around me, soft snores—and still have to remind myself that this was real.

After all of our secrets came to light in Chicago that night, we had to deal with the fallout of the scene we made at the afterparty in London. Henry's fandom blamed me for everything—only American's are this obnoxious. The paparazzi and tabloids enjoyed speculating about our relationship. Were we swingers? Was Henry gay—and I was really in a relationship with this photographer? Was the fight about Ben Affleck? He quashed all their concerns by deciding that we would plan our wedding and get married within weeks of returning from Chicago.

On an unseasonably warm Sunday afternoon in October, I had laid a blanket out in the garden. I planned to do a bit of working, reading, wedding planning, and ultimately napping—while enjoying the last few days before rainy and cold part of autumn arrived. I lied down on my belly and thumbed through a screenplay I was reading. Henry had asked me to give it a read so we could discuss it. Kal was nearby, bounding around the garden, enjoying the warm sun.

It was another blockbuster type film, action-packed but vapid. It was filled with lots of opportunities for the leading man's muscles to be on full display, underdeveloped female characters, and explosions galore.

I put my head down for a moment, pushing the screenplay aside. I closed my eyes, and tried to refocus on my priorities for the day.

"Already sleeping?"

I looked up. Henry was standing over me, clad in jeans and a hoodie, with a big grin on his face. He dropped down to meet me at the blanket, and Kal excitedly joined us.

I smiled back at him, surprised to find him home so soon. "Not yet," I answered, planting a kiss on his lips. He wrapped an arm around me, and pulled me in for a deeper kiss. "How was your day?" I asked him as we pulled apart, still smiling.

Who wouldn't smile? Look at that face...

"It was a perfectly adequate day so far," he said, lingering close. Kal barked and Henry diverted his attention to the dog. I watched them as they played, Kal trying to anticipate Henry's next move. I laid my head back down on the blanket.

"I spoke with Charlie today," Henry said to me, as he playfully taunted Kal.

"Nice," I mumbled, momentarily closing my eyes. "How are the kids?"

"Good!" Henry raised his arm and gave Kal a stern look. The dog stood still, parking his butt on the grass, and panting happily from the play. Kal watched Henry's arm, attempting to be patient. Henry stood perfectly still for a few moments, and then grabbed the dog with both hands, scratching him roughly behind the ears.

I felt Henry and Kal come closer to me on the blanket. Henry snuggled up beside me, rubbing his hand across my bottom.

"Hi," he said, smiling at me. He looked slightly sweaty, but smelled as delicious as ever.

"Hi," I responded, smirking back at him. "Has anyone ever told you that you're really cute?"

He raised an eyebrow. "Cute? I'm nearly forty years old. I can't be cute," he corrected me, feigning outrage. "And I haven't been told today, no," he added.

I laughed. "You're right. You're devastatingly gorgeous." I kissed his mouth again, grinning.

He nodded towards the screenplay and the MacBook pushed aside on the blanket. "Anything good?"