Henry Cavill Imagines

Language Barrier (Your dad doesn't like Henry)

*I'm not fluent in Portuguese (even though I am Portuguese lol), so for some parts in this imagine I'll be using Google Translate. Don't judge me lmao*

Henry's POV...

My hands continuously wipe themselves on my slacks the whole ride to YN's house. We've had this Sunday lunch planned for a few weeks now, and her parents aren't happy about it. See, her parents are the classic Portuguese immigrant parents; opinionated, hard workers, and traditional. Usually their Sundays consist of Church in the morning and then a big family lunch. However, YN wanted it to be just her parents, herself, and me for lunch. She thought it would be too "exciting" for me to meet her whole family at once.

"They're a bit much, babe. You won't even understand but they'll still make you nervous." She had said.

The two of us have been dating for the past year, and we want to move in together. We've waited this long for me to meet her parents because we obviously didn't know how long this relationship was gonna last and she didn't want them to meet just anyone. YN wanted to make sure that we were really in love, especially considering the fact that I'm not Portuguese, and instead am very British. It's not that they hate British people, but they'd just rather her marry a Portuguese guy. See, traditional.

I pull up to a generally large house; raised ranch. I see a grape vines on the side of the house and clothes lines with a various amount of night gowns and dress shirts hanging. I didn't even know people still did that.

I close the door to my car and walk up to the front steps of the house, knocking on the door. I furrow my eyebrows when theres no answer. This is the front entrance, no? I pull my phone out.

Henry to YN: Babe I'm outside. Are you home?

YN to Henry: Oh sorry! One second!

After a few moments, I hear my name being yelled from the left side of the house where the grape vines and clothes lines were. I walk over there (making sure to step on the neatly paved tiles instead of the fresh cut grass) and see YN in a long sleeved mustard yellow sweater with light blue jeans. I look at my black slacks and white dress shirt. 

"Now I feel overdressed." I stress.

She laughs as I approach her, holding my hands and then peeking over her shoulder to see if anyone was watching. She quickly pecks my lips and smiles. "You're not overdressed. My dad wears the same thing."

I nod. "I was at the front door for a few minutes."

YN smiles. "We literally never use the door unless we have holiday dinners. We always use this door because it brings you to the lower level which is where the main kitchen is."

"Two kitchens?"

She breathes out a laugh. "Yes. Now c'mon, they've been waiting all day."

I inhale deeply and step inside with her, making sure to close the door lightly, not wanting to shut it too harshly to make them think I'm irresponsible. YN takes hold of my hand and pulls me down a short hallway and into a cozy kitchen. There's food everywhere, the lovely smells invading my nose. There's a woman, who I'm assuming is YN's mother, standing over a black pot on the stove, stirring something with her right hand while a home phone is pressed between her ear and shoulder.