Unlikely Love (A Benedict Cumberbatch Fanfic)

I Wasn't Snooping

The next morning, I woke up with the feeling of Benedict's lips pressing against my neck, slowly moving up to my lips.

"Good morning darling," He muttered rather hoarsely, his eyes glued against mine.

"Good morrow kind sir." I bit my lip, staring straight into his.

"Would you like a traditional English breakfast brought to you in bed?"

I nodded, laughing softly. "You know I would love that... Thank you."

He rolled off of me and stood up, slipping a t-shirt on with his sweats. Quickly, he ran downstairs and started making us food.

I laid there, thinking about the night before. About how in sync we were and how every touch and kiss felt like it could be our last. I couldn't help the blush appearing on my cheeks.

"Is something wrong?" Benedict was standing in the doorway, holding a tray of food and watching me with a worried expression. Apparently I'd lost the track of time.

"No! God no!" I laughed and patted for him to sit next to me. "I was just thinking about last night..."

"Were you? What about it?" He smirked, sitting next to me.

"About how much I enjoyed it and how much I love you..."

"Did you enjoy it? I couldn't tell."

"Oh shut up you bastard!" I laughed and hit his arm, taking a bite of the wonderful breakfast Benedict has just made for me.

"Hey, that language won't be tolerated in the house." He said seriously, staring into my eyes. Then he broke character and started laughing as well.

"I love you..." I said whilst laughing, trying to not choke on my food.

"I know you do," He replied, gently taking my hand. "And I hate to leave you this early, but I have to go for a meeting with a producer. I might be getting another role soon."

"That's fine. I think you need more roles anyway. Go get 'em!" I pinched his bum when he got off the bed.

He jumped a tiny bit and threw me a sideways glare, but it only made me laugh more.

He got ready and then left for the meeting, leaving me alone with my breakfast and my thoughts.

He'd asked me to move in with him the night before, and if everything worked out like we wanted, would he be asking me to marry him next?

The thought of marriage didn't seem so strange, but the thought of everything that came after it did.

I couldn't see myself as becoming a mom-- I still wanted to do things. I had my own dreams: travel the world and then become a Literature teacher. Children would only slow me down.

But if I didn't start doing something with my life, then people would begin to think that I'm a trophy wife... once we got married that is.

"Ana, he hasn't even asked you! He might not want to get married!" I said out loud to myself, suddenly realizing how quiet the house was.

I snapped out of my thoughts and placed the empty breakfast tray on the nightstand before getting up to find a shirt that I could wear. My clothes were still outside.

I opened Benedict's t-shirt drawer and started digging at the bottom because I knew that's where his older, smaller shirts were. I pulled one out and put it on, noticing a little box that had been wedged in the bottom of the drawer.

I picked it up without thinking and opened it, quickly dropping the box on the ground. "Shit..."

It was a ring box, and inside was the most beautiful ring I had ever seen.

Benedict was planning on proposing...

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AUTHOR'S NOTE:

I said I would be back once summer vacation started, and today is my first full day of vacation, so I didn't lie to you! I hope this chapter made up for my absence, but sorry if it didn't.

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