Benedict Cumberbatch Imagines

Little Cumberbatch

 "You are doing great Y/N, just keep pushing." Your doctor said calmly,  while nodding his heads to the nearby nurses, signalling them that the moment was almost here. You close your eyes and grip the sides of the bed for support.

"Breath, you are doing so great, hun." Benedict mumbles while rubbing your back, trying to support you the best he could. You take one more deep breath, giving this push everything have. The cries of your new born baby filled the room, putting an exhausted smile on your face. Benedict pats your back and walks over to the doctor who was beckoning him over.

The doctor looks over to Ben, "Would you like to cut the cord?" You hear Benedict accept the offer as you close your eyes, laying you head down on the pillow utterly exhausted. After a few moments Benedict shuffles his way over to you, laying your new screaming child on your chest. "Would you like to meet your son?" He whispers, kneeling down to get a better look at your baby boy, as well as your reaction. Your eyes widen at the sight of your new baby boy wiggling around. You place your hand on his head, tears rolling down your face. "We did it, baby number two." You look over at Ben with a huge smile. The doctors take your son off your chest to clean him up and give you some time to rest and chose a name. Benedict rubs your head and places a small kiss on your forehead, "Get some rest." You hum in agreement, letting your eyes close and sleep takeover.

***

You wake up to the sound of Benedict talking,  lazily opening your eyes you glance over to find him sitting in a chair with the baby. 

"-nd in a few days, you will get to meet your sister and the rest of our crazy family. We will have some pretty great adventures, wont we?"  He let out a quiet chuckle as he rubbed your sons small hands while kissing his head carefully. You prop yourself up on your elbows, letting out a sigh. Benedict looks your way, letting a smile form on his face. "Morning, how are you feeling Dear?" You shrug your shoulders before extending your arms out, beckoning him to bring over the newest addition to the family. He carefully walks over and gently places him into your arms and takes a seat on the bed with you. 

"I think I have a name for him." You say while rubbing your sons head. Benedict hums, waiting for the name. "Now you might not like it, butI like William, William Scott Cumberbatch." Benedict lets out a chuckle, rubbing his hands through his hair. "Like from Sherlock?" He asks, raising an eyebrow. You excitedly nod, hoping we would agree to the name.  You both sit in silence for a few minutes, thinking if the name suited him. "I think its a great name." Benedict says, placing a hand on your shoulder. You let out an excited squeal, louder than you meant to, causing a nurse to quickly rush in.

"Is everything alright?'' She asks, out of breath from running to your room. You and Benedict look over, both beaming with smiles.

You take a deep breath and proudly state, "William Scott Cumberbatch, thats his name."