You walk in the house and hang up your coat. Ben was supposed to be back from filming away in Germany. It's surprisingly quiet. You would have thought that Conrad and Jeremy would be noisy. You had decided that Ben would surprise them by picking them up from school himself. Slipping off your shoes, you call out.
"Ben? You home? Connie? Jere?"
There's no reply. You decide to find your family.
Eventually you reach the last room you haven't searched. Your bedroom.
You open the door quietly and peer round. There they are. Your boys. All laid on the bed fast asleep. Ben had an arm around each of the boys and there were flowers on the floor. You bend and pick them up to read the card. It was written in your sons' wobbly hand.
"To mummy. We love you. from Conrad, Jeremy and daddy xxx"
On the other side Ben had added his own message.
"Y/N, really missed you when I was away. Conrad and Jeremy helped me pick the flowers. Lots of love, your boys! x"
They were. They really were. And you wouldn't change them for the world.
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Benedict Cumberbatch Imagines
FanfictionA collection of imagines about Benedict Cumberbatch. I do not own Benedict, he owns himself. Titles are just basic descriptions so they are pretty bad. The imagines hopefully make up for it though! If you have a suggestion for an imagine please just...
