What Now?

Acceptance

After getting the response from Henry's manager, you called your Obstetrician to schedule an amniocentesis. She worked at an office affiliated with Cedars-Sinai, so the sample would have been sent there anyway. It had been three weeks since you sent the letter to Henry's manager, so you were already almost out of the first trimester. You just had a few more days. Unfortunately, it was going to take almost a month before you could get an amniocentesis, due to scheduling.

The next few weeks seemed to fly by. You'd received the NDA from Henry's manager the day after you received her response. You had a notary on hand at the law firm, so you were able to sign it and have it couriered over to his lawyer the same day. You understood the need for a prompt response, and tried to be accommodating.

You worked as normal. You weren't showing much yet, so you were able to hide the tiny bump under your clothes.

You hadn't said anything to anyone, but you were over the moon that you were having a baby. Even if Henry wanted nothing to do with him or her, you were going to bring a perfect human into the world.

The day of the amniocentesis, you had a letter couriered over to inform them of the procedure. It included a signed note from your doctor confirming it. Because you could not share with anyone the pregnancy, you had to stay overnight since you couldn't be driven home. It was hard doing that alone, but you'd made a promise that you wouldn't break.

You'd never say it out loud, but you really hoped Henry appreciated the lengths you were going through to keep this quiet for him. You weren't complaining. You asked for nothing. You provided as much information as possible to facilitate the paternity test. You were going through this pregnancy completely alone for him.

Other than acknowledgements of information received, you heard nothing from Henry. You weren't sure if this was strictly a legal maneuver, or if it was by choice. It hurt, but you understood the decision. You were hoping that the DNA results came quickly. Then you'd know one way or the other how your life was going to be. You could be thrust into the tabloids, followed around for pictures of Henry Cavill's baby mama. If he chose to sign away his rights, you'd be free to share your pregnancy, keeping his identity a secret per the NDA.

You'd be able to tell your family and friends, and have the moral support. You didn't want to burden Henry with your desire for that. You knew it wasn't the greatest idea, to ignore your needs in favor of his. You just couldn't find it in yourself to make things difficult for him.

Since you weren't going to be privy to the results of the DNA test, you wouldn't know when they received them.

You went about things as normal. You worked, you got things ready for the baby. It was getting harder to hide your bump, but you did your best.

About a month after the amniocentesis, you received a letter from Henry's manager.

Ms. Y/N Y/L/N,

The paternity test has confirmed that Mr. Cavill is the father of the child. Communications going forth are at discretion of Mr. Cavill. If you would like to provide a telephone number for him, please send it here.

Any further legal communications will be through our lawyers.

Respectfully,
Dany Garcia

Ok. Guess that settles things. You didn't need the confirmation that Henry was the father. You already knew. The rest of the letter certainly seemed like a brush off. That's fine. That hurts, but it's his decision. You did send your cell phone number and email, along with all of your work contact information. That way he had everything he needed.

Two days after you sent your contact information, you received a text on your cell phone.

Hey. This is Henry.

Hey, Henry.

I was hoping we could meet up somewhere private to talk.

Sure. I can arrange my schedule to meet any time.

Tomorrow morning? 9am. I have a hotel room in the city. We can meet there, if it works for you.

Yeah, that works. Just let me know the info.

I'm at the Beverly Wilshire Hotel. Room 318. I'll see you at 9am.

See you at 9.

I hope you have a good night, y/n.

Thank you, Henry. I hope you have a good night too.

You put your phone up and smiled. Maybe it wouldn't be so lonely.

You were a bit nervous the next morning. Not because you were (re)meeting a celebrity. After the numerous correspondence with his manager, he felt less like a celebrity and more like a guy just looking out for his life. Not that he'd felt like a celebrity when you slept with him either.

You weren't going to pretend to be something you're not, so you wore denim shorts and a loose tank top that showed your bump but didn't emphasize it. A pair of Converse on your feet and your hair hanging in natural waves. You didn't look bad, you looked like you always did when you're not at work.

You knocked on the door at 5 minutes to 9, trying to hide the slight shaking of your hands.