Your Story (A Benedict Cumberbatch Imagine Fan Fiction)

Hello, Farewell

Benedict's POV
"It's a pleasure to announce our special guest for the morning. The one and only, Benedict Cumberbatch" the lady announces, smiling widely as she locks eyes with me, making me walk over to her and shake her hand and kiss her cheek politely.
I sit down on the sofa next to her and smile, waiting for her to start the interview.

"Benedict, Firstly thank you for coming onto the show, we know that you have a lot going on at the moment "
The lady adjusts herself on the sofa and smiles to me. I smile slightly and nod.

"It's my pleasure. Yeah, it's been a rough few months" I reply politely.

"But, another oscar nomination, now that is something worth celebrating isn't it?" She says happily, glancing at the queue in front of her. I smile faintly and rub the back of my neck, nodding

"Yeah, it's-yeah-its good." I reply awkwardly, trying to smile. The lady nods at me before smiling sadly.

"I'm really sorry to hear about your wife's passing. She seemed like a lovely lady"  I stare blankly at the lady before briefly shifting my eyes to the floor beneath me.

"She was." I reply sadly, rubbing the back of my neck.

"How're you doing? If that's not an invasive question?" She asks me, not looking at her cue cards; so I knew that she wasn't really supposed to be asking.

"I'm trying to concentrate on doing what's right by my children. If I pause for one minute, I'll break. I don't want to let my kids down, they're all that's keeping me together." I reply, feeling my eyes well up.

"I think your being very brave, if you don't mind me saying." the lady says softly. I smile appreciatively, wiping my eye.

"I don't feel brave" I reply, feeling the few tears trickling down my face.
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Present day
You slowly stroke your bump that was now the size of a small watermelon under your blue vest top.

"Are you warm? Do you want me to open a window?" Benedict asks, sitting on the edge of the sofa, looking at you. You shake your head.

"Relax, Ben the baby isn't due for another two weeks . Stop flustering". You reply, laughing faintly.

"I know, I know. I just want to make sure that everything goes perfectly" Benedict says quickly, rubbing his forehead.

"What's wrong ben?" You ask, slowly sitting up whilst resting your hand on your bump.  Benedict shakes his head before pausing and looking at you.

"Am I going to be a good dad?" He asks, looking at you sadly. You knit your eyebrows together.

"You know what I mean. What if I can't do it?"
You rest your hand on his knees, meeting your eyes with his.

"Of course you can-"

"What if I can't. I mean- I-I don't know how to change a nappy, I can't make a formula bottle and I sure as hell-"

"Benedict-" you cut him off. Benedict pauses and looks at you, calming down.

"Neither do I". You finish, smiling at him. Benedict's tense face suddenly eases.

"But you know what we'll do?" You add. Benedict raises his eyebrows for you to continue.

"We will figure it out." You say, smiling at him. Benedict nods and smiles softly.