The Dawn of Tomorrow - A Henry Cavill Fanfic

Chapter 1

Delilah scrubbed away the remnants of her makeup and tears in the airport bathroom and replaced said Makeup to the best of her abilities. She shut off her private phone and slid it back into her bag, for just a moment allowing herself to forget everything.

She couldn't change it at the moment.

And she was not going to let Andrew destroy going to Jersey for the first time since before Christmas. Sometimes she wondered if he got some kind of enjoyment out of always picking their fights whenever she had something fun or important planned. It always resulted in Delilah anxious, her fingernails biting in the palm of her hand, wondering when the metaphorically second shoe was going to drop.

Not today. Today, she was going to bring Henry his luggage and then hopefully wrangle some kids. Because that was a much better use of her time than trying to be fix something that she couldn't fix, regardless of what she did.

She wrangled luggage and herself into the car rental she had ordered, and then made a quick detour into the nearest supermarket to load herself down with sweets for the kids that she was sure to encounter.

(Delilah was their favourite for a reason. The sweets maybe had something to do with it.)

It was only a 20-minute drive to the Cavill Compound as she had christened it, that old refurnished farmhouse that boasted lots of space for the kids to run around, access to a private beach and as Henry had so often told her, blessed silence.

For the moment, Delilah was able to put everything else in the back of her head as she drove down the familiar street, finally carefully parking near the other cars, making sure that she wasn't bothering anybody.

Dragging herself and the luggage from the car was a more difficult thing, not made easier by the fact that she wore three-inch heels to offset the fact that she was tiny. People would only get her high heels from her cold dead hands.

Otherwise, in Delilah's opinion, she looked like a bloody midget...and nobody tended to take her seriously. (It also probably didn't help that she spent like 70% of her time with a guy that was built like a brick house. Or maybe two brick houses. Against Henry, she looked even smaller than she was. It amused him. It infuriated her.)

So high heels it was, regardless of how impractical they were. Somehow she managed to drag herself and everything else to the front door, unsurprised to not even find it locked and pushed it open as she ventured into the home.

"Hello?" Delilah called loudly, hoping that at least a member of the family was going to hear, but she shouldn't have worried, because Marianne Cavill's voice answered just a moment later.

"In the kitchen!"

Delilah rounded the corner and was unable not to smile as she saw Henry's mother and sister in law chatting in the kitchen, apparently making lunch when the food preparations were anything to go by. It reminded her of weekends when she had still been a child when Bubbe hadn't been busy being an alteration tailor but instead had the time to putter through the kitchen and teach her everything she knew.

"Delilah! It's so good to see you! We missed you, we haven't seen you in far too long!" Marianne greeted her with a bright smile.

"God, are you moving in or something?" Simon's voice came from the wide French Doors that lead out to the terrace, but at least Henry's older brother made quick work of taking some of the bags from her.

"Here, let me take that. You could have just called for help, you know?" he teased her amused and she laughed softly as she handed the rest of them over to him as well, watching him carefully stack them out of the way.