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Tea for Two - Deleted Scene (3)

Henry Cavill x OC Lisa - multi-chapter fic

Author’s note: I was cleaning up my writing archive and found some deleted scenes from Tea for Two. I deleted this one since I felt the fic was getting too lengthy. Also, my fingers itched to totally fix/rewrite this scene, as my writing has changed quite a bit since I started some 6 months ago. BUT, it would not fit the whole fic as it was initially written, so I decided to contain myself 😌(no hating on how I started off this writing hobby, but it’s mostly just fun to see how I have evolved over the past months!)

Scene: I’m hearing wedding bells!

Word count: 2.874

Disclaimer: fluffy Henry stuff

It was time!

We all looked eagerly at the clock. I could feel their gazes starting to burn into me. I shook out some nerves, then nodded, getting up, smiling giddily. The team did some final touch-ups - not really necessary, but still sweet. I felt like a princess while we moved towards the gardens outside. The guests had all lined up all the way from the castle door to the garden, slowly adding on to my group. We walked through the small archway in the old stone wall and there I found our dads, who held out their arms. We walked up the small path to the small grass field in the midst of all the gorgeous plants and flowers. And then I saw him, standing there with the rest of our family, friends. They all stood behind him, cheering and laughing. A swinging ceremonial master sang a jazzy tune while our groups slowly melded into one.

Not that I would know. All I could see was Henry. All I wanted was him.

He looked dashing in his sleek tux, his hair combed back and chin freshly shaven. We smiled at each other stupidly as the ceremonial master stretched out his arms to bring us together, interlacing our right hands. My greens looked into his blues, warm tingles sparking in my growing belly. He looked at me proudly, slightly emotional, a broadest of smiles playing on his lips. We did not speak, as was tradition.

The ceremony was started with another song and the audience gladly followed, singing in glee, the late afternoon french sun warming our skins.

I could feel bodies moving away from us a bit. I looked away from Henry for a moment. The circle had widened, everyone keeping about a meter distance. The song died down as the ceremonial master stepped forward, cupping our right hands in his large dark skinned palms. We looked at him. ‘Dearest of people.’ He looked around, at all people around us, behind him, everyone.

‘We are gathered here today for a very special day. For today we are binding in holy matrimony two beautiful spirits. I wish to introduce to you. Our sweet Lisa. Whom is…’ He looked at me. The audience started to fill in from all around us. ‘The best cook!’ ‘And massages like heck.’- I blushed - ‘Telling stories!’ Henry’s nephew. ‘The sweetest granddaughter.’ My grandmother said in bumpy english. I looked at her endeared. ‘Very much beloved then!’ The master winked at me.

‘And our dear Henry..’ He gave a look at Henry, their eyes meeting, understanding. ‘SUPERMAN!!’ One of his nephews blurted out, jumping up and down in excitement. Henry smiled at him over his shoulder, winking. ‘A gentleman from the moment he could walk!’ His mother exclaimed proudly. ‘The hardest working man I know.’ Jason Momoa stepped in. The two men nodded at each other in acknowledgement. ‘And the most caring lover.’ I whispered, our eyes meeting once again. The ceremony leader tapped our hands, giving me a cheeky look.

No talking, got it. I snickered. We looked at each other again.

‘With mother nature giving her blessing to us today. What GOOD weather, mm!’ The MC threw his face in the sun, smiling happily. ‘I would like to ask for your blessing too. To any who oppose this marriage. Now is your time to speak, or forever be silent!’ His voice had a joyful sense of soul in it. Everyone was quiet. ‘So it is then, I may say…bless you!’ He said. Everyone followed in unison.

‘Bless you! Bless you!’ We laughed at each other, feeling the warmth and love, looking around at our family, giving them thankful looks. The ceremonial master removed his warm hands from ours, pulling out a series of cords from the crowd. He held one up.

‘This rope, represents the past. For you accept each others pasts and love each other for those experiences that made you who you now are.’ He looked at us both in question.

‘I do accept.’ - ‘I do accept.’ We said.

He laid the rope over our joined hands.

‘This rope, represents the here and now. In it is wefted the names of all who are present here today. I thank you for sharing this moment with us. May you, forever be bound in this memory.’

‘We do!’ Some exclaimed.

The Bab laid the rope over our hands as well. I felt a heaviness come over me. This was happening. This was happening. Oh my. I kept looking at Henry. His eyes equally emotional, tears glistening in the corners.

‘This rope, represents the future. For all things yet to come. Be they sad. Be they happy. You will share these moments, carry each other through when times are tough. And make love! Love!’ We both snickered at the MC. The rope was laid over our hands and the knot tied.

‘With this knot, I tie your lives together. May you live prosperous lives. May your love soar!’ The knot was pulled tighter. ‘I wish to introduce to you. Mr and Misses Cavill!’ The cheering swelled up. ‘Kiss your beautiful bride!!!’ The MC applauded, gesturing at Henry.

And Henry did not waste a second. With his left hand he grasped our joined hands, his lips melting into mine. A long kiss, which I eventually broke. I giggled gleefully, seeing the sparkle in his eyes, a stray tear running over his cheek.

Our families cheered and cheered as we just stupidly smiled at each other for a moment. ‘Mrs Cavill.’ Henry whispered, so very softly only I could hear, as he laid his lips on mine once more.

Not long after our grandparents moved into the open circle, being the first to congratulate us. Like that, everyone passed us, couple by couple, family by family. Our hands joined, it took some smart manoeuvring to receive kisses. For his smaller nieces and nephews we squatted down. They kissed our faces with fervour. ‘YAAAY’ One of the youngest girls giggled happily, wrapping her chubby arms around my neck.

As people had all congratulated us they were escorted to the dinner table, leaving us behind with the ceremony master. For a moment in private, he spoke of the ceremony, asking us how we were feeling. I really enjoyed this process. With normal weddings it was all rush-rush, keeping the family entertained, conforming. This was much more relaxed, personal. We giggled while the MC carefully unwrapped our hands, so we could take out our hands without undoing the knot. He took the rope, pulling the knot as tight as possible.

‘My mom had this one placed under the mattress for good fertility. But I understand I may already congratulate you on that matter.’ He kissed both my cheeks, nodding at Henry warmly. Henry’s arm instinctively snaked around my waist, a broad smile on his lips. The MC continued; ‘So how are you feeling right now?’ He asked Henry first. ‘Relieved, happy..I honestly have no words. This was the most beautiful thing to happen to me in my life.’ He sighed, looking rather emotional, his nose flaring as he looked at me endearingly - more tears were close to spilling, but they were happy for sure. I folded my arm around him, leaning into him. ‘And you?’ The MC turned towards me. ‘I adored the setting. Though feeling a bit awkward at being so..in the centre of attention. Nevertheless it was good to have everyone so close. It felt personal. And very much like us.’ I looked up at Henry. I felt the arm wrapped around me slowly course towards a cheeky butt grab. I raised an eyebrow. The master of ceremonies chuckled. ‘That is good to hear.’ He said. Henry slipped his left hand over my belly. ‘And I feel blessed to have our little one with us. For him..or her..to be here with us.’

‘As am I. I gladly sacrifice getting drunk on fine French wine for that.’ I snickered. We all laughed. ‘Well, before any DO get drunk, let us move to the small door there. We’re going to officially have your scribbles on some paper to also make this..legally..official.’ He nodded at a door in the small sunroom. I could see our parents already sitting there.

After signing the papers we exchanged ‘rings’. As in, Henry had chosen a black band with small gold in lining, which reminisced the line that would be tattooed on my finger. He drew it once again on my finger. For the last time.

Getting back to the crowd, everyone had settled down at the two long tables. Kal was there too, sitting in between our moms. We had gotten a lovely 5-course dinner cooked for us. And wine. Lots of great french wine. Nobody would ever leave our table hungry. We had not setup table seating, sticking to our regular 2 times switch, as with our other dinner parties. The only rule being that we as hosts, this time being bride and groom, would remain seated where we were. To which I was glad. I couldn’t keep myself from kissing and hugging Henry. Neither did Henry. He even barely touched his wine - he had not been drinking ever since I had gotten pregnant. Very sweet solidarity of him.

We were seated with our parents at first. And after each course some family would get up and tell a funny anecdote. Especially Henry’s mother speaking of how he had, since he had been a young boy, been such a gentleman with the ladies, hit a snare with me. She spoke of how frustrated she was, whenever she saw how difficult it was for him to hold down a relationship, despite his feverous efforts. All his brothers finding lovely partners. But Henry - wasn’t he a catch?! - was just not meeting the right women.

‘And then Henry called me one day. He was in LA - so I was a bit confused. It probably was like 7 in the morning there. And all he could say was; I’ve met her, mom. Apparently his dog Kal had escaped and he had met this woman who had captured Kal. I wasn’t sure whether to warn him or let it be. But some months later I met her and I couldn’t help but realise that it was true. These two are like bread and butter. So easy going and natural around each other…’ I eyed Henry during his mother’s speech. ‘You did that?’ I whispered unbelieving. He blushed, mouthing the words ‘I did…’ I looked back at his mother, who was now squeezing her husband’s shoulder. ‘And I know how important it is to have that person near you. To know their thoughts, feelings..all with just a look. And of course suck up with their less admirable features. I don’t know if I could ever agree to see my husband kiss other women for his profession!’ The crowd snickered.

I intervened. ‘It sure made him an excellent kisser.’ I shrugged, winking. We raised glasses. ‘Welcome to the family dearest one!’ I smiled a thank you.

After dinner a camp fire was started, small lights above our heads giving a soft glow over the courtyard. Kids were laying in a corner on some bean bags, a storyteller telling them fun stories about the previous ‘owners’ of this castle - some had already fallen asleep by this point. People were dancing on a makeshift dance floor, others had stuck to the dinner table to chat. I personally was feeling quite drained as the evening progressed. Two months pregnant and I felt like a wet rag. Nevertheless I did not wish to miss a moment. I settled down for a moment with the kids. The storyteller was telling of a mighty dragon slayer - which struck a cord with the kids. ‘You can’t just SLAY dragons. That’s not nice you see.’ One of the clever younglings boasted, sitting up from his bean bag. And so a discussion started between some of the kids and the storyteller whether or not a dragon slayer could be heroic. I sniffled, petting the heads of one of the sleeping girls.

I would become a mom, I thought quietly, looking at her small figure folded up on the beanbag, her cheeks rosy. Even to this point the idea was strange. In a few more weeks we would learn what the baby’s gender would be. But before that I felt there was a lot to figure out. Where would we live? And daycare? Schools? We had some discussion on it already, but completely figuring it out was hard. We mostly asked other celebrities how they managed. Jason and Lisa Momoa were probably most in line with our idea of raising kids. Have a clear homebase and travel from there, but always be home at least 1 day in the week. So no long work trips and thereby having to pass by on some jobs.

Henry’s agent was mostly fussy about the whole thing. Of course it had been ideal; for years he had no family and could just be scheduled super efficiently, with incredibly tiresome traveling schedules. But Henry was also rather glad that this would change. He had gotten to a point in life where there was more to life then working 12-hour days for months on end. He had expressed endlessly how glad he was that he could just go for a walk with me, without having to think of what’s next? What’s next? No. We were just where we were. In the moment.

I looked up. Henry was standing next to the pile of bean bags. He looked at the pile of sleeping children, endeared. Then his eyes traveled to me. I smiled, wrestling my way out of the bean bags. He stepped in, hoisting me up in his arms easily. I giggled as he pulled me closer in his arms, a soft kiss pressed on my lips.

And a soft click. The photographer. I had not really recognised there being a videographer and photographer that much today. They had been perfectly quiet. I looked at Henry.

‘How is my sweet wife? Are you holding up?’

‘Well with you holding me up like this I can manage the whole night!’ I sniffled, looking at him warmly. He snickered in turn. ‘Well if I may do so ask, could I have this..dance?’ He nodded at the dance floor. I belted out a laugh. ‘If you so please dear husband.’ He slowly put me down, taking my hand and walking us to the dance floor. Some 90s hits were playing. We had really not planned any silly first dance or anything. I didn’t want things to feel forced, it just played out as it would.

The guests applauded as we entered the small dancing floor, laughing happily. And before long we intermingled with the other. I ended up in a dance with his father, whom clearly had had some of that fine french wine. His cheeks rosy, continuously chuckling and his eyes twinkling. A cuban song started. ‘What a curious thing you are. Snatching up our son with those green eyes and tall legs.’ He swirled me around, our hands catching again. I looked at him, a soft smile on my face. ‘Even now it is strange to realise this is all so very normal now.’ I waved my hand in front of our faces, looking at the drawn up band on my finger. ‘I’m an old married hag now!’ I sniffled. His dad belted out a laugh, swinging us in a large curve around the dance floor. He was a quite phenomenal dancer. ‘Where’d you learn to dance like this?’ I asked, eyebrow raising.

‘HA! My dear, I have gotten my wife so mad to have five kids with me. I had to bring my A-game.’ He said, changing our directions again. ‘Quite mad indeed.’ I winked, laughing. ‘Honestly though. We have been blessed with five great boys. Men now. Gosh. I’m the only truly old hag here.’ He chuckled, nodding at some of his sons who were also dancing. Such a lovely family indeed.

I was stolen back by Henry. He looked at me, a question on his lips. ‘What did you talk about?’ He asked, semi casual. I tilted my head, laying my arms in his neck. ‘On why your father has such phenomenal dance skill.’ I chuckled, nodding. Henry raised an eyebrow. ‘Let me guess. To woo my mother.’ We both chuckled. ‘Quite so.’ Henry unfolded one of my hands from his neck, kissing my hand. ‘Guess I’ll still need some practice.’ ‘Oh please.’ I chuckled, exasperated, rolling my eyes. ‘Your woo-game is quite on point.’ I smiled, leaning in to kiss him, rubbing my belly. A kiss that became a rather longing, sweet kiss, his hand folding over the hand on my belly, staying interlocked like that as we swayed on the music gently, mostly just being very huggy buggy in each others arms. I leaned into his chest for a moment, humming. He was my rock, my anchor..my husband. And soon the father of this child I was bearing.

It was all still a bit unreal.

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