"Hey love. I'm home!"
"Hi!"
You smile and pick up the kettle behind you, moving over to the sink and starting to fill it up. Benedict comes in behind you and takes the kettle from your hands.
"You shouldn't really be doing that." He says, gesturing at your swollen stomach.
"I'll do it. Just sit down and relax"
"Well it's not exactly heavy lifting. I can hardly do anything with you fussing."
You gently hit him on the arm and go for the kettle. Ben sees you coming, however, and moves it above his head and out of your reach. He grins smugly.
"I said I'm not letting you do it! So if you're a hundred percent certain that you can do anything and everything whilst 8 months pregnant, you can reach and get the kettle."
You go up on your tiptoes and feebly attempt to claw for the object. You know it's no use but you're not giving up without trying. It's too hard.
"Dammit! You win,ok. I give up."
"Good. Now one sugar or two?"
Ben kisses you quickly and finishes filling up the kettle himself. You have to admit he's great at looking after you.
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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...
