Sorry these are jumping in and out of order, I just write whatever comes to mind.
You are playing with your 1 year old on the living room carpet. The baby is happily gurgling as you tickle his tummy and show him his toys. You start to count on his toes.
"And this little piggy went to market, and this little piggy stayed at home..."
"And this little piggy went whee whee whee, all the way home."
It was Benedict. You hadn't heard him when he returned from work and he'd been stood in the doorway watching. He comes and sits down next to you, picking up his son and kissing his forehead. To his delight, the baby giggles at this and Ben's smile spreads into a grin. He holds him close and starts to rub his back.
"Hey baby boy how are you? Have you been playing with mummy all day?" Ben whispers, smiling at you.
Unfortunately this is the moment when your son decides he's feeling sick. He vomits down Benedict's shirt and his own babygrow. Quickly, you take the baby and head upstairs, gesturing for your husband to follow you. You grab a clean babygrow and put the child down on the changing table while Ben goes to change.
"It's ok baby, mummy's here. There now, all clean again. I think it's time you went to bed little man."
You place the baby in his cot and kiss him gently on the forehead. Ben comes in behind you, his fresh shirt half buttoned up. You start to finish the job and he smiles down at you.
"Y/N, you know what? You're an amazing mum. I was watching you playing with him earlier and we are both so lucky to have you to look after us. I love you."
"I love you too Ben."
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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...
