It had been a week since you found out the truth that you had been blind too. A whole week since he had left you, and exactly a week since you'd spoken to anyone. You had no idea what to do or who to tell you. You felt completely and utterly alone. You sat on the sofa, watching your favourite TV show (*A/N* Let me know what your favourite show would be) whilst eating a tub of ice cream, wrapped in a blanket. Your eyes were red from crying previously. You knew it wasn't a good idea to eat ice cream because you'd probably end up throwing it up again but you didn't care at this moment in time. You shoved a spoon of ice cream in your mouth as someone knocked at the door. You muted the TV stood up hesitantly and went to answer the door. You opened it to find, Benedict standing there. "(Y/n)!" He exclaimed, hugging you. "I've been worried sick about you! Why haven't you been answering your phone? What's been going on? Everyone's been scared for you." Benedict bombarded you with all of these questions as he entered your house. "Please, come in." You said, closing the door behind you. Benedict ignored your remark.
"You don't look very well. Is everything okay?" He asked. "Have you been crying?"
"I don't feel well." You stated. "And no, nothing's okay." You had reached the end of your tether after a week and broke down there and then on the spot. "Everything has just fallen apart around me and now there is nothing I can do." You sat with your head in your hands. "I've been so stupid, and now I'm alone."
"What are you talking about?" Benedict asked, sitting next to you. "What happened?"
"Well, me and (B/n) got in a fight." You took a deep breath. "And now he's gone. Gone and never to return."
"He left you?" Benedict asked, completely shocked. "That's why you've not been answering your phone." He said, quietly to himself.
"He couldn't cope with such a big responsibility." You began crying again. "I need to tell you something but you have to promise not to tell anyone. No one can know yet." He looked hesitantly at you, before nodding, allowing you to continue. "Something happened and I have no one to tell." You took a deep breath. "I'm pregnant. I'm pregnant and alone." Benedict pulled you into a hug as you cried into his shoulder. "You're not alone. You'll never be alone. I'll be with you all the way."
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Benedict Cumberbatch {Imagines}
FanfictionCURRENTLY TAKING REQUESTS: Imagines about (Y/n) and Benedict Cumberbatch - Also including imagines about Doctor Strange. A separate book for Sherlock Imagines is coming soon! {Warning- May contain smut and strong language}
