Benedict Cumberbatch Imagines

9 Months and a Week

   "Get this thing out of me!" You yell as you do your prenatal yoga. You were due to give birth a week ago, but this baby was stubborn. You hear Benedict laugh from the kitchen while he makes you some pancakes and bacon. 

"Maybe you should try dancing instead, maybe the baby will come out then, Hun." He yells back, making his way into the living room to bring you the food. You both decided to keep the gender of your new baby a surprise, the anticipation was killing you.

"Ugh! Im about to dance, if that will pop this thing out of me." You mumble as you make your way to the count, ready to eat some food. You take a seat next to Benedict and lay your head on his shoulder as he hands you your plate. You devour your food, while Benedict looks through some fan-mail.

"Geesh, some of the things people send!" He mumbles as he tosses a pile of Johnlock fanart onto the coffee table, causing you to let out a chuckle. 

"Make sure you put that away before Rebecca gets home from kindergarten, I dont think she would like to see Uncle Martin like that." Benedict chuckles as he gets up from the couch to move the mail. You put the plate on the coffee table and waddle your way over to Ben. 

"Dance with me." You say with a grin, holding out your arms. He smiles and makes his way over to you, placing on hand on your hip and the other in your hand. You both start to sway around the kitchen, not as gracefully as you wished, but it worked. Benedict started to hum a tune as he picked up the pace. You let out a giggle as you try to keep up with him, but you felt like an awkward penguin. You continued to dance in the kitchen for what felt like forever, your head resting on his shoulder, when you feel something run down your leg.

"Ben..." You mumble, opening your eyes to face him. He hummed in response, still swaying. "I think my water broke." You start shaking him from excitement, his eyes widen as a smile starts to form on his face. 

"Ill call Mum, she can get Rebecca from school." He says, already making his way to the phone. You grab your purse and waddle to the door. 

"Lets go have a baby!" You shout.

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