The Dawn of Tomorrow - A Henry Cavill Fanfic

Chapter 16

The Durrell Challenged reared its head just a few days later. Henry did it every year to raise money for conservation efforts and Delilah tagged along because it was always a fun thing. Who didn't like cute animals after all?

It was also a work thing, of course, that she prepared for days for, making sure that everything was just like Henry wanted it to be and it would go off without a hitch.

(She could really do without running around and putting out fires afterwards, so she believed in preventing problems before they ever came up. Was she paranoid? Maybe a little bit.)

She left him to monitor his own social media because quite frankly, he was better at that than she was. The only social media Delilah had herself, was an Instagram account that chronicled Kal's travels around the globe for family and friends and then her own beleaguered one, where she sometimes posted her self-made dresses on. Oh, and she had Twitter to pick fights with other history lovers. But in the world of celebrity social media, she gladly left that in Henry's hand, only sometimes jumping in as photographer of choice for him and Piglet.

Instead, Delilah fielded press inquiries or threw them Nicola's way. It worked perfectly for them.

Over breakfast the day before, between pancakes and coffee, Delilah did her usual morning briefing, which was a well-practised ritual by then. She brought her laptop, Piglet sat down on her feet and Henry settled in opposite her.

Chances were the two of them were going to try and solve the morning newspaper's crossword puzzle afterwards, something both of them were absolutely terrible at.

"I am making oatmeal tonight so that it's ready for tomorrow morning. We'll do Pasta for lunch and sweet potato casserole for dinner so that you get your carb loading it. Kal is gonna stay with Audrey and Marianne tomorrow because neither of them actually wants to come along, so that leaves Brianna and Colin to help wrangle the kids during the race, and me to wrangle the rest," she explained. "Oh and you and Simon and Piers get to actually run the race," she tagged on at the end, much to Henry's amusement.

"You have it all planned out," he told her with a raised eyebrow and she nodded easily, sheafing through her to-do list to make sure that she had crossed all the ts, and dotted all the is. It was all in order.

"You know I do," Delilah teased him with a wink. This she could do. She was good at planning things through til the bitter end.

"Thank you, princess. You are the best ," Henry told her seriously and she couldn't help but blush.

"And don't you forget it," she responded nonetheless, doing her best to keep her voice light. She still hadn't quite figured out how she felt about that term of endearment, just that...she did like it.

She really liked it.

She just didn't quite know how to handle it yet.

She had always liked the way he said her name, lips wrapping themselves about every single one of its syllables....but princess ...It wasn't... love , he called his sisters-in-law that as well on occasion, but princess ...that seemed to be specially reserved for her.

And Delilah loved it far more than she should.

She couldn't help herself.

But for the day, she busied herself with prep-work and doted on Piglet like she was prone to do when she was trying to figure something out and generally tried to wrangle the door in her heart closed again, where it strained against its lock and the chain that kept it closed.