Benedict Cumberbatch {Imagines}

Imagine #34 - Piece by Piece

You had recently gotten engaged to your fiance, Benedict and things could not have been better. You knew that you wanted to spend the rest of your life with him; he had always been the one and now that you were engaged, everything seemed to fall into place. Today, Benedict was working and you were working from home. You were sitting on your sofa, and replying to emails when you were someone knocking on the front door. You sighed, trying not to forget what you wanted to write in your current email as you stood up and walked towards the front door. "Benedict, I really hope you haven't forgotten your key again-" You laughed as you opened the door, but your smile quickly turned around. 

"What the hell are you doing here?" You asked the man, who most would call your Father, as he stood in front of you. "Oh, I was in the neighbourhood and thought I'd come and see my daughter." He smiled, "May I come in?" 

"Absolutely not," You muttered, beginning to close the door, but he caught it with his hand. Smiling, he replied, "Too bad." He pushed past the door, and you for that matter, and walked into your house, looking around. "You've done well for yourself." He said, impressed.

"I'm pretty sure I said you couldn't come in." You replied, ignoring his comments. "Not that you've ever listened to a word I've said." He gave a small chuckle before he noticed the engagement ring on your finger. "Congratulations, I see you've found someone to put up with you." You rolled your eyes in disbelief. "So, when's the wedding?"

"We're not sure yet." You admitted, "Not that I would invite you." He raised his hand to his chest, pretending that he was in shock. God, I hated him when he did this. "What?! You're not inviting your old man to your wedding?" He asked, making you mad. "I have to say I'm incredibly shocked, especially with everything I've done for you."

"Old man? I don't know where the hell you've been, but I don't have one! My father left me a long time ago. You've never done anything for me. I got where I am today by myself." You replied, doing your best not to shout. After all, that's why he was here. He thrived from starting arguments. He smiled before he looked around the room again. "What about any Grandchildren?" He was clearly looking for any sign of their toys, but unfortunately for him, they didn't exist yet. "Will I see them when I have them?"

"You'll have nothing to do with any future children of mine." You said with certainty, that despite not being a parent yet, you were already protective over them.  "I'll say this though. I'd never leave them the way you left me." You heard the front door open, and this time, you were certain that it was Benedict.  "Now, get the fuck out of my house," You watched as Benedict walked into the room. "Don't forget about my invitation." He spat.