Finding You, Looking for Me: A Henry Cavill FanFic

Part 38: Truths and Vows

We had a lovely dinner with Henry's brother and sister-in-law. We talked about the wedding, our disagreements on Henry's acting roles, and our excitement to have all of our families together soon. After saying our goodbyes, we walked leisurely home. It was dark at this point and getting cooler. My hand was in Henry's, and I strolled beside him in silence—a small smile on my lips. Our clasped hands swung between us as we walked along the footpath in some area of Hyde Park. He seemed deep in thought, but as I glanced at him, he, too, had a small smile on his face.

"I'm very happy," I told him. I brought his hand to my lips and kissed it.

We walked past groups of people enjoying their own Sunday night strolls. No one paid us mind—not that we would have noticed. We both walked silently, simply enjoying the evening. We returned home and slept in each other's arms that night.

We rented a home near Lake Como in Laglio, Italy for the wedding. It was a vast and scenic estate where our friends and family could join us, and we could be married near the lake. October was cool there, but just pleasant enough for our festivities.

As we prepared for the trip, Henry continued to work. He had press to do for some upcoming project releases. He agreed to do a sit down, long form interview with Vanity Fair—as his star had risen so dramatically with all the press he'd received since we'd been together. I was nervous for him. He had typically been elusive when asked about his private life, electing to only speak about his work. This interview was going to be a first for him. They weren't only going to ask about his athleticism or his upcoming film projects—he would be asked about his love life, his family, our scandals...

The interview was staged over a series of days—partially in our home, partially over dinner at the Mark's Club, and partially on walks around London.  Henry, with me by his side, welcomed the interviewer—a young man by the name of David Avondale.  He was handsome, with neatly clipped brown hair, and warm brown eyes. David wore a pair of smart, black frames upon his slender face. After our initial meeting, I did my best to keep myself scarce during the interviews. I didn't want to influence the questions or the answers—and frankly, as I had become a fan of Henry's—I wanted to read the interview in its finished form.

David and Henry were chatting away in the garden, while Kal wandered around, happily sniffing for rabbits. I peered out the window in their direction, trying to gauge Henry's mood. I decided to release my nervous energy and head to the pool to swim laps. I smoothed my jacket down against my body, and took a breath, making my way out to the garden.

"Hey, guys," I said, smiling at them. I felt awkward and intrusive, but I maintained coolness.

"Hey, baby," Henry cooed, smiling widely at me. Both men turned to me, pausing their conversation.

"I-I'm going to head to the pool for a bit," I said, adding,  "Wanted to let you know in case you were looking for me."

Henry climbed to his feet and snaked an arm around my waist, planting a kiss on my lips. "Have a good swim, darling."

Was that for effect?

"I'll be home soon," I said quickly, shrugging off Henry's affection, in embarrassment.

Oh...David will think something is a wry. Correct yourself!

I suddenly kissed Henry's lips, probably a bit too aggressively. His eyebrows raised at the contact and he chuckled. I pulled away letting nothing on.

"Have fun, gentlemen," I said, winking at David and returning into the house.

***

We wed near Lake Como, surrounded by our friends and family. Both of my children were in attendance, along with my parents and brother and his girlfriend. All of Henry's brothers along with their wives and children, as well as Henry's parents joined us. A handful of our friends stayed with us—while others stayed in the area, joining us on the day.

I wore a white, silk dress, unadorned with any embellishments. The thin straps of the garment sat atop my shoulders, and the neckline hung loosely at my breasts. My hair was long, and the curls were loose, skimming the top of my breasts. A necklace, dotted with a solitary emerald rested on my chest—a gift from Henry that he bought because the stone resembled the color of my eyes.  My cheeks and shoulders were rosy from my time in the sun that week.

My heart was full—and it was evident in my face. My smile shone in my eyes and in my glow.

And before me, stood Henry—the most beautiful creature I had ever laid eyes on.  He had a slight smile on his lips, and I could see that he was doing his best to conceal his elation. His blue eyes were set on me, brighter even than before, as the lake's color reflected in their depths. He stood tall and broad and at ease in his linen shirt—the top few buttons were undone and his chest peeked out. The sun had added color to his natural beauty.

He held my hands in his, and kept his eyes on me throughout the ceremony.

We chose traditional vows. I knew that no matter what I wrote or spoke—nothing could convey the depth of my love and devotion for this man. While he made his vow to me, the presence of our guests faded away—all I could see was Henry.

He moved to kiss me, sweeping both hands to either side of my face, and stopped just before our lips touched. 

"I need you. And I love you," he said, barely a whisper.  The words caused tears to spring from my eyes.

"I love you," I wept.

Our lips met. Our guests erupted in cheers. And now he was my husband. And I was again, the luckiest woman on earth.