Benedict Cumberbatch Imagines

Labor

You and Benedict were heading to the nearest clothes store to buy some clothes for newest addition, your baby girl. She could be arriving any day now. You both walk into the store, hand in hand while you scan the clothes isle. Fans would come up as you shopped an would ask for pictures with Benedict, occasionally with you as well, you never turned them away. You held up a tiny pink dress with flower print and shoved it at Benedict.
"What about this one?" You happily asked Ben, you loved shopping for your daughter.
"I think its adorable." Benedict said as he tossed the dress into the cart, giving you a smile. You both continued to walk through multiple isles, picking out shoes, feeling blankets and deciding if they were soft enough for the baby, and picking out some baby food. As you were walking you felt a sharp pain shoot up your back.
"Ugh ouch!" You mumble as your hands instinctively find the small of your back. Benedict stops pushing the and immediately rushed to you with a panicked look on his face, "Y/N are you okay?!" He asks as he gently grabs you and pulls you closer to him so he can examine your back.
"Ya ummm I think im fine now." You say, but immediately regret as you let out a cry if pain as you start to cramp up in you lower abdomen. Your eyes grow wide as you realize what was happening. You were going into labor.
"Ben, we need to go to the hospital NOW." You say as another wave of sharp pain hits you. Benedict doesn't even blink as he scoops you up bridal style and quickly makes his way to his car. 'Thank God he started working out.' You thought as you let out another cry of pain. The contractions were coming on fast, to fast. Was something wrong with the baby. You start to feel tears run down your face as you begin to worry about your baby girl, while Benedict slams on the gas and rushes you to the hospital.