Henry held the large plastic shovel - more like a spoon in his hand - and played with the sand for a moment before turning the beach toy over to his son to play with after demonstrating it’s use. He looked back to Mila. “I hadn’t really given it too much thought yet, to be honest. We can certainly get married whenever or wherever we would please. I almost think LA would be better. My family could use a trip overseas to the US and Lord knows, we’d have to rent out a while wing for them in a hotel,” he chuckled in that English accent. One of five boys, they could get rowdy when getting together and raising pints. He’d need to may the hotel something extra for that, he thought. “What about you? Do you prefer LA or somewhere else?” Using one big hand, he scooped sand away between Will’s feet, leaving him with a small tidal pool for the boy to splash in water. “As for when… I don’t know, January? I know it’s a lot to pull together, to get a venue and plan everything.”
"Thanks again for accepting, by the way. And not bolting…" he winked.
His blue eyes watched his gorgeous woman rise from the chair after the most amazing stretch. Every muscle in her body went taut in that movement, and Henry had to focus again on his son to not let his very active imagination take off over the girl. As she came over and scooped the toddler up, his trunks dripped with water, the tee shirt as well soaked against him. It was better than milk, which most often he wore as much as he drank. Henry stretched his own significant length out, pulling one of the diaper bags over and finding the baby block. He put a little on his fingers and promptly put it over Will’s arms and neck, his ears and face. “Can’t have you going and getting sunburned, Elizabeth will not be happy with us…” He got a smile one time when their nanny chastised them for something with Will, but he did trust the girl with his son. Henry kissed Mila back, with equal sweetness and passion holding her head for a moment. “And Will, your mommy is being so good, Elizabeth will take you tonight so dad and mum can go out to dinner, and have a little grown up time,” he said, winking to Mila. “Because she looks bloody scrumptious in that bikini…”
"What’s that? Ahh lookout! Ahhhh!" Henry cried out with a smile in his voice. He was sitting on the edge of the surf beside Will, both the men’s lower halves (more Will’s than Henry’s of course) getting wet as the waves rolled up on shore. They’d made an attempt to build a sandcastle (which was Henry turning buckets packed with sand over around Will and the toddler patting his chubby hand through it) but the water came along and washed one of them away, wavy by wave. They were in Phuket, a place warm, sunny with blue waters and perfect beaches. The choice for him was personal as well. The shirtless Man of Steel star was a huge fan of Thai cooking, and where better to go than the motherland itself for this? He looked from the boy up to his fiancé sitting in one of the chairs. "You’re missing all this action down here," he teased the Ukrainian beauty. "I think Will is about to take over the world and prove that not even water can stop him," he grinned.
It doesn’t make you weird, it makes you look less creative. Everybody does that, not only Americans! Naming your child after their grandparents is way more convenient and saves a lot of time. You’d think that parents have nine month to figure out a proper name.
I guess a lot of it is because of family - who do you honor with the name of your child, or who do you snub not naming your child after them? Maybe in month one you’ve got it figured out, but by month eight Nana’s broken her hip and it would make her feel better to name a child after her….
Figures you’d like some girl rubbing up on me. :P But hey, I mean… I wasn’t in my underwear in Third Person. I didn’t look anything close to pretty in that movie, so… there’s that.
I’m yours. Completely. Whole-heartedly. Don’t you worry, Superman. I’m yours.
Actually, I don’t. I think a lot of guys talk about the big fantasy and such, but when it comes down to it, you might like her more or what she does to you more than what I do. So I’m too selfish there and putting that in one of the ‘no’ columns for me.
I know. And I am so happy about that. Come on, I’ve printed tickets, we’ve got Will and nanny in tow and we’re off.
Ah, I feel kind of gross now thinking about other people checking me out. I mean… I know it’s part of the job, but… I don’t know. It feels wrong. I don’t want other people looking at me like that…
How do you think I feel? Thinking about others rubbing up against you (with the exception of Natalie Portman, of course, you know) or how in all those movies you are running around in your knickers. I think more about Mona Sax and how she blasts everyone with guns and bad-assery that crosses her and that makes me feel better.
Considering who are you, I’d immediately think that Zebediah is a Kryptonian name! Yeah, but–– I will break your expectations and say that I have no idea. I’d rather figure it out with the father of the child. There are so many names I like. Unfortunately, we Americans have far more variety when it comes to names than you British people.
Hey, now, don’t be insulting my people. Just because they have this lineage thing and use the same strong names throughout history doesn’t make us ‘that’ weird. You see Americans naming their children after their grandparents or whatever rather often!
I doubt someone would have noticed if you had named your son after your character. Correct me if I’m wrong but Charles’ father’s name was William and yet, no one noticed it–– well, except for me. Now I could easily sustain that you named him after your character’s father.
No I need to name my next child Zebediah or something of that nature to just break all expectations! So what would you name your children? Most girls have some idea even without having any, right?