Your Story (A Benedict Cumberbatch Imagine Fan Fiction)

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You and Benedict walk hand-in-hand in the terminal of the airport. Benedict would squeeze your hand every time someone with a camera was approaching the pair of you. You leaned your head on his shoulder, keeping your head down as you both power through the endless swarm of paparazzi, to board the plane to go home.

You had been on holiday for two weeks, relaxing, gushing over your pregnancy and engagement. You both decide on waiting until you get home to tell people. Benedict had arranged a "get together" of all of your family and friends so that you could both tell them all together.

"You okay?" Benedict asks, getting the airline tickets out of his rucksack. You nod, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

"Kind of don't want to go home." You reply, smiling slightly. Benedict pauses, looking at you before offering you a sympathetic smile.

"I know. Me neither. But hey, we're going to tell everyone the big news on Monday. Surely that's something to go home for?" Benedict replies happily. You smile and nod, taking the ticket from Benedict's hand. Benedict softly places his lips onto yours before offering you his outstretched hand, wiggling his fingers for you to take.
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After a five hour plane journey, you both arrive back home in London. Benedict hands you your sunglasses from his bag, telling you to put them on as he collects the bag from the collection point in the airport.

"Stay here" Benedict says softly into your ear before you see him quickly walk over to his personal driver, presumably checking that the car was outside. He comes quickly back over to you, taking your hand in his briskly before pulling you gently through the crowd of men with cameras.

"Sorry about that" Benedict says sympathetically to you, taking his sunglasses in the backseat of the car. You take off your own, shrugging.

"It's fine." You reply quietly. Benedict places his hand on your thigh, looking at you. You slowly lift your head up and look at him.

"What's wrong?" Benedict asks, his face full of concern. You shake your head.

"Nothing" you reply, smiling slightly whilst tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear.

"Come on, you can tell me." Benedict says softly. You look at him again and sigh.

"I mean... how're people going to react. This isn't the most normal situation is it?"

"Since when do you care what people think?" Benedict asks. You shrug.

"I don't-I just don't want-I don't know. It doesn't matter." You mumble.

"Hey Y/N, of course it matters. Are you really worried about what people are going to think of us being pregnant and engaged?" Benedict asks. You nod.

"Y/N, they are our family and friends. They will be thrilled. And if they're not then... fuck them" Benedict jokes, making you smile.

"Are you happy?" Benedict asks. You nod

"Of course I am" you reply. Benedict's face softens into a smile.

"Well then that's all that matters" he says happily, squeezing your thigh softly.
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"See, what did I tell you. Every one was thrilled". Benedict says happily, placing the plates into the dishwasher.

"I know, you were right-"

"And don't you forget it". Benedict interrupts, smirking. You playfully glare at him as you sit p on the stool in the kitchen, watching Benedict tidy the plates and food.

"Are you going to help me up there Your Majesty?" Benedict sarcastically asks, leaning his back against the worktop with his arms folded.

"I don't think so, no" you reply after pretending to think for a moment. Benedict shakes his head, laughing as he turns back round to load up the dishwasher.