Will You Love Me?

Chapter 5

You and Ben have been going out for a little over a month now. Things have been complete and utter bliss between the two of you. Ben didn't think he could fall more in love with you, but he does every single day. He just gives you more and more of a reason to be in love with him every single day. 

Every night, he would either be at your place or you at his after he would take you out to dinner or order take away. After that, it was great, mind blowing sex. Then, you'd fall asleep in each other's arms and go to work the next day.

Today was the last day of filming Sherlock and there was going to be a huge wrap party afterwards. You weren't really needed today after fixing up Ben (and re-fixing because he couldn't keep his mouth of you), so you sat in the trailer with Hayley, talking about random things. 

Ever since you woke up this morning, you haven't been feeling great. As a matter of fact, you threw up a few times before you left for work. You checked to see if you had a fever, which you had none, so you took some anti-nausea pills. It hasn't been working. 

"[Y/N], are you alright?" Hayley asked. At first, you nodded, but then shook your head. "I don't feel too great," you told her. "I don't think I'm sick, but...I don't know." Hayley looked you over for a minute, then asked, "Is it that time of the month? Cause I know when it's my time, I--."

"Oh shit," you breathed. Your wide eyes were glued to the calander on the wall. "What's wrong?" Hayley asked. You were in shock. You couldn't answer. Could you...? Are you...? How?!

"[Y/N], what's wrong?" Hayley asked again. With light tears stinging your eyes, you told her, "I'm late." Hayley's eyes widened. "What?" She asked. "But...aren't you on the pill?" You nodded furiously, then said, "But we've been using condoms, too, just in case. I don't know how this could have happened! We've been safe, cautious, and...oh." 

"Oh? What's oh, [Y/N]?" Your mind reeled back to the first night you and Ben had sex. That entire weekend, actually. Yes, you were on the pill, no you didn't forget, but...could it be? 

"Our first night together," you answered. "Halloween. And then that weekend." Hayley took a deep breath and calmly said, "Okay, we can figure this out, yes? The weekend of Halloween, you didn't use condoms, but you were on the pill." She thought for a moment, and then shrugged. "Makes sense to me." 

At this point, your heart was racing, your mind was spinning, your stomach was clenching. "What makes sense to you?" You asked in a daze. Hayley patted your knee and said, "I think you might be carrying Benedict Cumberbatch's child." 

**

"So how are you and [Y/N] doing?" Martin asked Ben, as they started walking to the make-up trailer. Ben grinned widely and told him, "Really, really great. I don't think I've been this before!" Martin chuckled and shook his head. "Well, I'm glad," he told Ben. "But just remember that it was my house and my sheets you started this relationship with, so I expect to be the best man."

Ben laughed. "It's a bit too early for that, I think." Martin gasped and pretended to be completely shocked. "Did you, Benedict Cumberbatch, just imply that you were going to take things slow?!" Ben chuckled and hit him in the arm. 

"Shut up," he told him. "I just...I don't know, I don't want to rush things. Yes, I've fantasized of marrying her, having children with her, but I don't want to scare her off with all that. I mean, I'm perfectly fine with what's going on now. We go on dates, we share our love, and we have sex. I'm fine with simply that."

**

"What if he doesn't want it?! What if he leaves me alone with it?!" Hayley had gone out and bought you a couple pregnancy tests before they wrapped everything up on set. You took the four tests...all positive.

It was safe to say that you were freaking out. 

"He won't leave," she assured you. "If he does, I'll kick his fucking face in. But I promise you he won't and promise you he will want it. The only question now is...do you?"

You grunted and wiped away some tears. "I don't know," you truthfully told her. "I really, really don't. I mean...we are literally one month into a relationship! Yeah, I love him. Yeah, he loves me. But it's way too soon for this!" 

The tears couldn't have come at a worse time, as the trailer door opened to Ben and Martin. You and Hayley quickly disposed of the pregnancy tests. While she distracted the boys, you tried to clean up your face a little bit. 

But Ben wasn't going to be easily distracted from his girl. He looked over to you and noticed you wiping something from your cheek, near your eyes. "Honey, are you crying?" He asked, while pushing his way to you. He spun you around and saw that you were, indeed, crying. 

He cupped your face and asked, "What's wrong?" You didn't say anything, just shook your head and leaned your forehead against his chest. He wrapped his arms around you and held you tightly. Hayley had gathered her things and pushed Martin out to go into Louise's trailer. 

"Hey, hey," Ben cooed, as you sobbed into his shirt. He placed kisses on your head and whispered, "Whatever it is, it's fine, love. You can tell me and I'll help you get through it." He smoothed his hand down your hair and gave you time to get yourself together. 

This wasn't the time to tell him. When was the time? Will you tell him? Will you even keep it? How will you do this? What's going on?!

Eventually, you pulled your head up from his chest and started frantically wiping your tears away. "Come on," you told him. "Let's get that stuff off your face." You started to walk to the counter, but Ben quickly grabbed your hand and spun you back. 

"What the hell are you playing at?" He asked sharply. "I don't care about the damn make-up, [Y/N]. You're upset and I want to know why." You shook your head at him and said, "Nothing. It's nothing, just please let it go." Your voice was cracking a bit and more tears were threatening your eyes, but you couldn't let him see.

After much persuasion, he sat down in the chair and you cleaned him up. The entire time, his eyes were glued to your face, checking for any signs of distress. He found a lot. A. Lot. But with the way you told him to let it go, he didn't want to push anything out of you. He won't let it go, but he'll wait until later to ask again.

Once you were done, you started packing up your all of your things, since you won't need them until next season. As you were packing away, trying to forget about the growing life inside of you, Ben's strong arms wrapped around your waist. He didn't say anything, but just held you and rested his head on your back. His hands moved down to your stomach, unaware that he was, not only holding you, but his child as well. 

"You know I love you, right?" He asked softly. You closed your eyes, bit your bottom lip, and put your hands over his, on your stomach. "Yes," you rasped. "I love you, too." You laced your and Ben's fingers together and thought, Both of you.