Happier With You

Break

"I'm taking a break," you nervously chewed on your nail while pacing the flat. "Well yes, you just finished filming–" You let out an agitated sigh, "–Rob not that kind of break. I mean like a 4 year break, or at least a year. I don't know how long."

Rob, you're PR, stopped in his tracks, "What do you mean by break, why?" He still didn't know about your growing belly, you still were in process of embedding that on your own mind. You didn't care if it meant stoping your whole career, this embryo inside you would soon grow to be an amazing child you will forever love.

"Rob I'm pregnant," there was a sudden silence. He gradually nodded his head, "Ok, a break it is."

**
*4 years later*

"James! Angelo!" Two four year old boys came dashing to your arms. You swiftly picked each one up, "Be good with grandma and grandpa. You two will be in so much trouble if they call me saying you were bad boys." They feverishly nodded their head and hugged you.

"I'm going to miss you mummy," James, older by a minute, said. "Me too mummy," Angelo added on. "I'll miss you even more," you hugged them impossibly close. "We love you mummy," Angelo and James breathed in your scent.

Your heart began to beat abnormally, your vision became blurry with tears formulating in your eyes, "I love the both of you so much." After another minute of hugging, you set your boys down. The suitcase was awaiting for you at the doorway.

The drive to the airport was painful, this was your first time leaving your twin boys to film a movie. In fact, this was your first film after 4 years. You were so unaware of what's been going on in the world because you orbited around your two loves.

The drive was short although the traffic was horrendous. It's been far too long, you had forgotten how chaotic it could get when bombarded with paparazzi. With only one foot out of the cab, the flashes of a few cameras came to view. The cabbie got your luggage.

"Y/n! Over here!" Various guys tried catching your attention, you continued to walk forward. "Why did you disappear for four years?" "What happened with you and Mr. Cumberbatch?" "Did you disappear because of Ben?"

You stopped in your tracks and looked back to the guys, "No, nothing of my disappearance was because of Ben. I just needed a break from everything." You denied everything, that's what Rob told you to do. A security escorted you in after he saw the commotion.

**

It's been a few months since your last appearance in public. News about you eventually died down and everything went back to normal. You sat on the couch while James and Angelo played with their action figures. The tv was on, they were talking about the new Captain America movie. The premier was just a day ago and everyone within the Marvel Cinematic Universe was going crazy.

They talked about Tony's and Steve's battle. They soon drifted to the mid credits, where Bucky and Steve are hiding in Wakanda. James and Angelo lifted their gaze to the tv and saw you, "Mummy, you're on the telly!" They jumped on the couch where you were silently reading a novel.

You averted your attention to the screen and saw your most recent character, a doctor that works for T'Challa. Your character will help Bucky recover. You only had a minute of spotlight, it was during the mid credits scene. There was no doubt your character had a small exposure, but it was a major factor to the fandom.

They analysed your every movement and every word. You earned praise from your fan base, they were excited to finally have you back on the screen. After all, you were an outstanding actress, winning an oscar for best supporting actress in the Imitation Game. Rob had sent you a message informing that you were trending on social media. You wouldn't know about that since you haven't had any connections with the social media.

You got the remote control and searched for the many Marvel movies there were. It was about time your kids knew what you did for a living. For weeks you let them watch Marvel movies so they knew what your next job was about. They were in love with all the action involved.

**

"Yes, thank you for understanding. I'll see you in a week," Ben ended the call and sat back on his chair. He got off the phone with Scott Derrickson, chatting about his upcoming role.

He set his glass of whiskey down and tapped on his computer. He's already done his research for Doctor Strange but he was quite curious about everything else going on having to be involved with Marvel. He skimmed through a couple of articles about the upcoming Black Panther movie and how one of his coworkers, Martin Freeman, was expected to have a part in it. A few more came by, there was one that especially caught his attention. It was about you.

The article talked about your comeback after years of disappearing and your upcoming project with Marvel. Ben attentively read that one, there wasn't any useful information, just a few things everybody should know about you and that you were, indeed, appearing in the new Black Panther movie. He came across a picture of you. Your luscious hair was set free on your shoulders with a beautiful black dress. He knew these weren't recent pictures.

He clicked an arrow leading him to another picture, this one was of you laughing with a cast member. Your smile triggered something, he felt a lump grow in the back of his throat. He clicked the arrow once more, it was a picture of him and you at the oscars.

He had an arm securely wrapped around your waist while you adoringly looked into each other's eyes. Ben let out a staggered sigh. He never realised how much he missed you, your gorgeous eyes, your tender skin, your beautiful laugh. In that moment he had the craving to go to your flat and kiss the life out of you.

He had the urgency to pull you close to his body and feel your skin against his, your fingers skimming through his naked body. He missed you, until now he realised he lost you and your incredible soul.

The door to his office opened making him shut his laptop in an instant. "Daddy," a sweet tender voice called. Ben averted his gaze to the open door, where his wife stood with a newly born and his 2 year old daughter. He got up and picked up his daughter, "Hello darling." He peppered her with kisses then turned to his wife and greeted her with a tense kiss.

"We brought dinner," she informed Ben. He only smiled and kissed his newborns forehead, "I need to make a quick call, I'll be out in a bit." His wife exited the room and Benedict placed his daughter in the living room where he could see her from afar.

He went to his laptop and inserted his password, there you were again. Ben still remembered your number, it was imprinted on his mind. He dialed it and rang it, not knowing what to expect or knowing what he was going to say if you picked up. You wouldn't be able to recognize his number since he had to get a new phone.

Ben became nervous after the third ring, he displaced the phone from his ear but then heard your voice. "Hello?" He choked back a few tears. "Hello?" This time you sounded more persistent. Ben put the phone back to his ear, he was able to make out that you weren't alone. A muffled voice spoke to you before the line ended. His brows knitted at the sound of a tender, young voice.