The Dawn of Tomorrow - A Henry Cavill Fanfic

Chapter 12

Henry's chest rose and fell in exaggerated calm. Any other time it may have amused Delilah.

Right now, it didn't.

Right now, Delilah could feel nothing but the terror that was still tightly gripping her whole body.

It wasn't amusing her at the moment, because Delilah knew that while she was still terrified...Henry...Henry was furious. She could read between the lines, even now. She could feel it in the way his hand was placed on her back, his fingers curled into the fabric of the shirt she wore. He was holding her so tightly pressed to him that Delilah could feel his rhythmic heartbeat underneath her cheek, their bodies pressed together, her front against his side as her head was bedded on his chest.

It wasn't amusing her. She couldn't even think about it, could do nothing else but curl herself together as tightly as she could because if she moved out of the little ball she had curled herself up in, then she was going to fly apart at the seams.

Her own fingers were holding his shirt in a tight fist as well, clinging onto him.

He was murmuring softly to her, his voice smooth and dark and quiet and that was the thing Delilah concentrated on.

Henry was there.

She wasn't...Delilah wasn't back in that apartment or anywhere near Him and she wasn't alone either, because her boys were right there with her, Kal's soft whining permeating her consciousness as he pressed a wet nose against her arm.

He was worried. Even Piglet was worried, even when Delilah couldn't even...She managed to reach out for him, her fingers wearily curling into his thick fur.

"It's okay, Piglet. It's okay," she managed to bring out somehow, the words sticking in her throat, as her whole body starved down a sob that built in her throat.

Henry didn't say anything as his arms just tightened around hers and she buried her face against the crook of his neck, quite sure that she was going to ruin his shirt with her tears, as she breathed in the scent of musk and sandalwood that belonged to him. Whenever they were in Jersey, there was the scent of saltwater and fresh air intermixed into it, clinging to every inch of him.

"It's going to be fine," he whispered, his voice just as broken as hers had been and Delilah managed to nod, even when she didn't...

This wasn't...

It had been supposed to be a good day. She had gone through the worst part, right? She was nowhere near London and she was with Henry and the whole Cavill-Clan and she was in Jersey...Delilah had thought that now it was...

Well, not over but....

And then one look at her phone had destroyed all of that.

Had destroyed any illusion she may have that she never needed to think about it again.

One look at her phone had made the panic well up in her chest. One look on her phone...

"He's not going to get anywhere near you, I swear, Delilah," Henry whispered fiercely and Delilah shook, even more, clinging to him as tightly as she could manage.

That answered a question she didn't even know she had.

She hadn't known how many of her text messages Henry had read. She didn't know and she didn't want to know because even just thinking about the words that were there now, that would be burned into her head and into her heart for the rest of her life was enough to make the bile rise in Delilah's throat.