Falling Back to You | Benedict Cumberbatch ✓

chapter eighteen

❝Ben... there's something I need to say to you...❞

Scarlett's POV

All night I never slept.

My mind waiting just racing with thoughts- thoughts that just wouldn't go away, no matter how hard I tried.

It just felt funny that he was here again. After everything that has happened, I just couldn't bring myself to the fact that he is sleeping on my couch now.

However, just as it began to get lighter outside, I fell asleep.

Soon, I woke up once again, to the sound of singing.

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Mommy, happy birthday to you!" I suddenly wake up and gasp.

"Oh, thank you, thank you!" I wrap Christina and Ella in my arms and slightly smile at Benedict.

But then I yawned. Damn I was still so tired.

"Mommy! Daddy and us have made a good day out!" Christina jumped up and down beside me.

"You have?" I lifted my eyebrows.

"Yes Mommy! We can't wait!" They squealed and I chuckled.

"Go downstairs I'll make you breakfast in a bit girls." They scurried out of my bedroom, Benedict sitting opposite me, at the end of my bed.

"Happy birthday Scarlett..." He smiled and got up, walking towards me.

Frowning, I take a deep breath.

Benedict leaned down to me and pressed his lips on my forehead, turning away and making his way to the door. "By the way, I'll make the breakfast. You rest, we'll go out when we're ready..." He shuts the door lightly.

Laying back down, I fiddle with my fingers.

When he kissed my forehead, I felt a sudden rush, but it disappeared soon after. I still contemplated what was going on.

And out of the blue, it was 3:00pm.

Soon, I slipped on a purple dress, curling my hair and putting on my make up.

I was excited, yet nervous. Sick, but well at the same time.

Then, I tucked I lock of hair behind my hair, added some finishing touches and slowly walked down the stairs.

The baby hadn't kicked since this morning, but I had a feeling that it would begin again soon.

I was finally downstairs. Quickly, I checked myself in the mirror.

However, I saw someone behind me.

It was Benedict.

"Hi..." I say in the mirror and turn around.

"You..." Benedict blinked frantically and tried to formulate his words. "... Wow. You look amazing..." I bit my lip.

"You brush up nicely..." I say, staring at his black suit.

"... Thanks." Taking a deep breath, I break a small moment of silence.

"Come on girls, let's go!" I shout and I hear footsteps getting louder and louder.

Opening the door, the girls rush out to the car and Benedict grabs the car keys.

"After you birthday girl." I step outside and make my way to the car, Benedict opening and closing the door for me.

I felt special- and it had been a while since I had felt like that like.

We had dinner at a beautiful restaurant.

It was amazing. The food just glistened and the drinks were sparkling. And I meant physically, as well, I couldn't have alcohol.

But we ended up at a funfair and the girls were on a mini wheel together.

"I'm sorry, it's not how I planned the night to go." Smiling, I shrugged.

"It doesn't matter along as they're happy, I'm happy." I licked my lips and rubbed my baby bump.

"So... are you ready to be a Mother for the third time?" I sigh.

"I don't... exactly want to talk about it." I say firmly.

"Oh... okay."

Then, I take a deep breath, and turn towards Benedict

"I... I actually need to talk to you about something." Benedict lifts his eyebrows.

"Right... am... I in... trouble?" Shaking my head, I swallow, my breath shaking.

"No, no... I... I just... I know we've been divorced for a while now. For me, things feel different. A... funny different. And I realised why. I, I, I miss you. I still have feelings for you too, but I understand if you've moved on. And if you have, I respect that. Just know you'll always be in my heart." I peck his cheek.

Standing up, I walked away, and left Benedict for a moment.

I just wondered what he thought.