Your Story (A Benedict Cumberbatch Imagine Fan Fiction)

To Lose It All

"Is this real?" You whisper to yourself, smiling at the ceiling as you place your hand over your stomach. You slowly turn your head to the side to see Benedict fast asleep next to you. You roll to over onto your left side, softly placing your left hand against Benedict's cheek. His eyebrows , moving slightly with his mouth miming words that he was obviously dreaming about.
You slowly get out of bed, walking out onto the balcony of the villa that you were staying in. You lean forward against the wooden railing, resting your body against your forearms, staring out into the night sky.

You replayed the moment that Benedict had proposed to you over and over in your brain; each time, the happier it made you. You couldn't believe that someone as amazing as him could even consider being with you, let alone want to spend the rest of his life with you.
You suddenly feel Benedict's arms wrap around your waist before he kisses your shoulder softly.

"what're you doing out here darling?" Benedict whispers softly. You shrug.

"Just thinking" you reply happily. Benedict chuckles into your neck.

"About?" Benedict asks, resting his chin on your shoulder, looking out with you.

"The fact that I'm engaged and pregnant with the actual love of my life. I can't quite believe it. I think I'm in shock" you reply, smiling to yourself.

"I can't quite believe it either." Benedict whispers.

"Ben, can I ask you something?" You ask, turning round to face Benedict. He nods and smiles slightly.

"Were you intending to ask me to marry you on this trip?" You ask.

"You know that i was? Why do you think I was so worried before we came here? And why else would I bring a ring?" He asks, chuckling slightly. You shrug and smile.

"Do you think I proposed because you're pregnant ?" Benedict asks, slowly taking your hands in his. You shake your head.

"Well, it's just that we've talked about getting married before and it just never really seemed like your thing." You reply, quietly. Benedict shakes his head.

"I've wanted to marry you since the second I laid eyes on you. I don't want to spend my life with anybody else. It's you. Your pregnancy is unexpected i know. And I know That realistically we would have waited a few years but darling, this baby is the best thing that's ever happened to us." Benedict says softly before he slowly kisses you. You smile, resting your forehead against his.

"What about telling people? I mean, what do we say?" You ask. Benedict shrugs.

"What do you mean-"

"I mean, the press found out that you were expecting with Sophie and then everything happened with that,  I'm not going to get into it but I just-I don't know." You reply, looking at your feet.

"You say the truth. That we're getting married and having a baby".

"Ben" you whisper. Benedict looks at you to carry on.

"I saw you on the Sherlock set with the baby a few weeks ago and I couldn't help but think... are you ready for this baby? I mean, i know that you will love this baby and I know that-"

"Why would you think that I wouldn't be ready for this baby?" Benedict asks slowly.

"Well, after everything with Christopher. I didn't know if-"