You stand in the doorway watching Benedict as he assembles a cot. His brow is furrowed in concentration and his curls keep getting in the way no matter how many times he blows them off his forehead. He really needs a haircut but he hasn't had time. The two of you had been working on the nursery all week. Well, mostly Ben but you'd tried to be as helpful as you could considering you were heavily pregnant.
He screws in the last screw and stands back to admire his handiwork. It's good, apart from the fact it only has three legs and is dramatically slanted to the left.
"Bloody hell!"
You laugh at his frustration and he looks up, noticing you standing there. You point at the leftover leg behind him.
"I think you forgot something"
It's his turn to laugh.
"Nah! We don't need that do we?"
He walks over to stand next to you and squats down so his face is level with your stomach.
"You better be a handyman when you grow up because it's seems that I'm not."
You stroke his shaggy locks and he stands up to kiss you, full on the lips. You wrap your arms around his neck and kiss back before breaking away, much to his disappointment. He looks at you quizzically and you smile cheekily.
"Well you can't stand around here kissing me all day. You have a cot to finish building!"
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Benedict Cumberbatch Imagines
FanficA 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...
