Benedict Cumberbatch Imagines

Wedding tears

Wow 20 imagines! Thought I'd have a go at doing a wedding one. Please comment, I love to read them all and get feedback, ideas and advice. :)

You look in the mirror for a long moment and sigh. Your hair and make-up are flawless and the dress fits perfectly but you still feel sick. It's the morning of your wedding, surely you're supposed to feel that ecstatic, beautiful, butterflies in your stomach kind of feeling. Why don't you?

It had been going on for days now. Ever since you moved back to your parents for the week before the wedding. That nagging feeling at the back of your head, that voice that tells you that this isn't happening, that Benedict wants nothing to do with you, he just feels sorry for you and can't bring himself to call off the wedding or break your heart. No matter how hard you tried to banish the thoughts, they just came back stronger. And now you're standing in a room all alone it's become unbearable.

You take off the veil and kick off your shoes, tears flowing down your face and sit on the edge of the bed. You were going to look like a mess but you don't care. You can't go through with this. Maybe you can run away. If you sneak out, it will all be done. Benedict won't care. He doesn't love you anyway.

But you love him.

Crazy indecision racks your mind and sobs rack your body. Luckily your bridesmaids all went down to the hotel lobby for photos with the best man and groomsmen so no-one can hear you bawling. Someone knocks at the door before bursting in. It's Ben.

"I know I'm not supposed to see you before the ceremony but I'm not going to sit in the next room listening to my fiancée crying on our wedding day."

He kneels down in front of you and takes your hands in his. Relief floods through you at the sight of him and he tucks an errant lock of hair behind your ear. Seeing him again comforts you and your fears feel so stupid and small.

"Are you ok?"

"Just wedding jitters. Nothing important."

"Nothing important? Then how come you were sobbing your heart out a few seconds ago?"

"I, I'd, I'd managed to convince myself that you didn't love me."

His worried face softens and he gets up and sits next to you on the bed. One hand is on either side of your face and he leans his forehead against yours. You have to look at him.

"Okay I'm going to say this and you're going to have to believe me. That is the stupidest thing I have ever heard you say. I love you more than anyone and I want to spend the rest of my life proving to you that I do. Weddings can make people doubt each other. It's just the nerves. When I heard you, I thought you were crying because you thought you had to marry me."

"Thank you"

You wrap his arms around his neck tightly and breathe him in. Now you are more sure than ever and you start to feel it. The amazing feeling you thought you'd missed out on. You are excited and it brings a smile to your face.

You stand up and so does he. For the first time you look at him properly. His suit looks great and his hair is his natural auburn and cut short but still his lovely curls sit on top. He's doing the same and takes a deep breath in.

"Wow. You look, that dress. Amazing."

His cheeks have gone pink and you smile at each other. Somewhere in the distance you hear the chattering and high-heeled footsteps that means the bridesmaids are coming back. The flirtatious giggling means the men are also on their way up. 

"Okay I'd better go or I'm going to be murdered. You sure everything's fine?"

"Better than fine. Now let's get married."

His face splits into a huge grin and you can't help but beam back as he quickly sneaks back next door. Now all you have to do is fix your appearance and get down that aisle. Then it's your turn for a happily ever after.