#december13th

@taylorswift @tree-paine @taylornation

Happy Birthday, Taylor! ❤️

Pairing: Henry Cavill x Fem!Reader

Prompt: Baby’s first christmas requested by @hoeforhenry​

Rating: T for Tooth Rotting Fluff, includes a socially distanced christmas and illusions to our current (shitty) timeline. No Warnings

The rental house was quiet save for the crackle of the electric fire place and the soft Christmas music pouring from the vintage record player tucked in the corner. You’d found, when you’d first arrived, an entire book case devoted the accompanying vinyl. Henry was immediately excited and you rolled your eyes at him as he begin to nerd out. He’d immediately set the bags aside and began to hunt for the perfect music for the evening while you dropped Kal’s lead and settled yourself on the lush, leather couch.

              “Hen, we need to set up the bassinet,” you murmur, softly. Not wanting to wake your 2 month old, who was currently wrapped around your chest in her swaddle. She was snug as a bug and cradled against your chest inside your down jacket, her little knit cap peeking out of the zip. You shed your jacket and smiled as your little one stirred. “Someone’s awake,” you breathed, catching Henry’s attention with your words. He smiled and leaned over the back of the couch to catch a glimpse of her chubby cheeks before setting to work on the bassinet.

Beatrice Cavill has shaken your world in the best way, the from the sleepless nights, dirty nappies, spit up but mostly in the way that she’d brought you even closer to your husband. If any one had asked you before Beatrice was even conceived, if you were happy, the answer would’ve been an emphatic yes. You would’ve never guessed that you could’ve been happier than you were then until Beatrice came into the world. She was the spitting image of Henry, all big eyes and bright smiles.

              Henry grunts and sits back on his haunches. “Bassinet’s all set, should we lay our wee one down?”

You nod, carefully standing with her and laying her into the bassinet with her stuffed bunny. Henry’s arm snakes around your shoulder and pulls you into his chest. You soak in his warmth and rest your head against him, enjoying the sound of his strong steady heart beat thumping rhythmically in ribcage.

“Happy Christmas, my darling,” Henry murmurs, pressing a kiss to your head.

You pull away slightly and look up at him. “Happy Christmas, Hen,” you reply, smiling at him.

              You turn your gaze back to your little one smile once more, your heart filling with warmth. With everything going on in the world, it was unfortunate that you would be unable to spend it with Henry’s family. So to make it still feel different, Henry suggested that you stay in a rental property in countryside for the holiday. You readily agreed to the idea of tucking your little family away for the coming days and you’re so glad that you’d agreed. You’d planned to Skype with your in laws on Christmas day and had already picked out Bea’s festive little dress for the occasion.

              “Fancy some dinner?” Henry asks, moving towards the bags of groceries that were in the kitchen.

“Yes please,” you reply, walking away from your sleeping daughter and joining Henry in the kitchen.

              “Grilled chicken and salad?” he asks, pulling ingredients out of the brown paper bags.

“Sounds good to me,” you say, settling at the counter.

The next few days went by peacefully, you Christmas-ed up the place here and there, filling the house with warmth and the smooth singing of the great crooners. Finally, Christmas rolled around and you woke up leisurely, stretching with a sigh before you registered that Henry was not in your bed. You pulled on one of henry’s flannels over your pj’s and headed out to the living room. You couldn’t help but smile at the sight of Henry, holding your baby and Kal at his feet as the TV played some rugby match in the background on silent. The empty bottle on the coffee table led you to believe that your chubby little angel that was currently passed out in the crook of Henry’s elbow was milk drunk. You padded into the room further and pressed a kiss on Henry’s head.

“Good morning, Handsome, Happy Christmas.”

              “Happy Christmas, (y/n/n),” he hums, beaming up at you.

“Shall I put the kettle on before presents?” you ask, quietly running your gaze over your little ones perfect little face.

              “Sounds grand, I could use a cuppa,” he murmurs, stifling a yawn.

“did you eat? I can make us some eggs.”

              “Thank you, love, but I already ate.”

You smile at set to fixing yourself breakfast and then join henry in the living room with your steaming mugs of tea.

              “Alright, should I ring mum and dad?” Henry asks, softly adjusting himself so that he was sitting up a bit more.

“As soon as I done eating, besides I want to get Bea into her fancy dress, after all she only gets one first christmas.”

              Henry nods and smiles, “I’m so glad that we did this, seems like it’s the perfect way to celebrate this year.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” you say, leaning in to kiss him softly.

A few hours later you are dressed and sitting on the couch with a bright and giggly Bea on your lap, her little headband glitters in the sunlight as you wait for the zoom call to connect. Finally, it connects and Henry’s mum and dad come into view with cheery grins on their faces. “Happy Christmas!” they say in unison, smiling as one by one Henry’s siblings join the call.

              Once you are all together you, the groups start to open the presents that were sent or dropped off to each other. Bea was the main entertainment as she garbled and cooed and drooled her way through the festivities. She’d fallen asleep by the time it was your turn to open the gift that Henry got you, revealing a beautiful bespoke gemstone necklace that featured Bea’s birthstone. You smiled at your incredibly thoughtful husband and leaned in to press a soft kiss on his lips that was only broken by Bea’s squeal for attention. Henry chuckled and scooped up his girl, pressing kisses to her chubby cheeks before cradling his increasingly sleepy child to his chest. Soon the festivities came to an end and you gather up your little brood and readied yourself for an evening in bed. Henry reluctantly handed over the now sleeping Bea to carry the bassinet to the bedroom. You flanked him, followed closely by Kal and once Bea was safe and snug in her bassinet, you and henry shed your fancy dress and slipped into your comfy clothes and slid into bed. Knowing that your little one would be up in a bit for a feeding you and Henry loaded up a movie. You snuggle into his arms and sigh, relishing in the afterglow of a wonderful, cozy, quarantine Christmas.

Taylor creates such special things ❤❤

Swifties!!! Let’s unite! Taylor’s birthday is coming up in a couple months. As we all know December 13th. This year I think we should all paint the number “13” on our hands as a present to her. A way to show we love the old Taylor and the new Taylor and all Taylor forever. We have plenty of time to spread the word so please #reshare this post on here, post it on all forms of social media. Let’s do this!!! I think it would mean a lot to her and she will definitely see it if we get a bunch of us involved. We aren’t just a fandom we are a family. Let’s do this for Taylor!!!

RESHARE RESHARE RESHARE SPREAD THE WORD!!!

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Songs @taylorswift played tonight at the Times100

Delicate (track #6 on Reputation)

Love Story (track #3 on Fearless)

Style (Track #3 on 1989)

New Years Day (Track #15 on Reputation)

Shake it off (Track #6 on 1989)

ADD each song track # = 33

33 weeks from April 26th is DECEMBER 13TH!

YALLL I CANT BREATHE IDK. HOW I FIGURE THAT OUT BUT @taylorswift HAS GOT ME DOING MORE MATH THAN I EVER HAVE IN MY LIFE!