Your Story (A Benedict Cumberbatch Imagine Fan Fiction)

Not Yours

Three Months Later- Benedict's POV
Sophie had traveled up to London for a few days for her opera that she was directing. After days and days of me asking if she wanted me and Christopher to join, she was adamant on me and Christopher staying here whilst she went.
I tuck Christopher into his bed and kiss his head lightly, smiling as his little eyes close lightly.
My phone suddenly vibrates in my pocket. I sigh before smiling at Christopher and slowly walking out of his bedroom, closing the door quietly behind me. I pull my phone out and press it to my ear.

Is this Mr Cumberbatch?" A polite voice asks.
I sigh slightly.

"Yes. Is everything ok?" I ask. There was a pause.
Suddenly I feel my heart flip in my chest

"Is there something I can help you with?"
I ask, rubbing my bottom lip with my index finger. there was another long pause.

"What are you doing right now?" I knit my eyebrows and look at my watch

"It's half past nine in the evening?" I ask, leaning against the wall in the hallway.

"Could you possibly come to CNHS building tonight?" She asks politely. I knit my eyebrows together slightly.

"The orphanage?" I ask slowly.

"Yes"

"Why?" I ask, my body filling with panic. There was a pause

"Sir there's something we need to discuss with you."

"Have I done something wrong?" I ask, rubbing my bottom lip with my finger again.

"No no sir. We just need to speak to you." I sigh

"Can it wait until morning, I've just put my little boy to bed?" I ask desperately. The lady sighs.

"Sir i think that you'll want to know - it's quite important." I sigh and nod and walk into Christopher's room

"I'll be there in half an hour- thank you" i say politely before hanging up the phone and slowly looking down at Christopher who was now sound asleep in his bed. I sigh before I slowly and delicately pick him up and drape him over my shoulder, his arms were draped around my neck and his head was flopped on my shoulder.
I place Christopher in his car seat, trying not to wake him up As I quickly drive to the orphanage.

I pull up the car outside and take Christopher out of his seat, putting him back into the position of being over my shoulder and run down the corridor to the reception

"Daddy?" A little voice says tiredly. I place my hand on the back of his head and softly push his head back down.

"Go back to sleep" I whisper softly, kissing his head lightly.
I walk up to the front desk and smile at the receptionist.

Name?" She says, looking to her computer.

"Cumberbatch... Benedict... Bendict, my names Benedict Cumberbatch" I stutter.
She smiles to herself as she types into her computer.

"Ah yes, Clare wants to see you she says. Please go through to room23"
she says, pointing down the corridor.

"Okay. Thanks" I reply , adjusting Christopher on my shoulder and slowly rubbing his back as I walk down the corridor.

I knock on the door three time before hearing a familiar voice on the opposite end of the door, I open it slightly and see a chubby lady sat at s desk

"Ah hello mr Cumberbatch. Please come in." She says, gesturing for me to sit down on the chair opposite.
I smile fondly; she was the lady that was in charge of sorting our privacy out for Christopher.