Falling Back to You | Benedict Cumberbatch ✓

chapter twenty

❝I'm glad we did this.❞

Scarlett's POV

Slowly I opened my eyes and lifted my head.

My gosh, I actually slept. That had been a first for a long while.

I looked to my right, and found Benedict lying on my shoulder- his hand was on my baby bump.

I had slightly smiled, but it quickly disappeared. It was interesting that he had brought happiness with just his presence.

But the smile quickly ran back onto my face.

I just wanted to smile.

His head tossed and turned, and he lifted it up.

I closed my eyes again, but I had felt my baby kick.

Benedict pressed both of his hands onto my bump and scoffed. Then, I opened my eyes up again.

"Oh my God... the baby's kicking." He sits up. "He's kicking!" Benedict shouts.

"Seriously?" I lift my eyebrow. Smiling, I shake my head.

"It's just..." He leans back. "... been a while since I've felt a baby kick, that's all." Ticking a lock behind my ear, Benedict paints a smile onto his face.

But once he touched me, I moved back a bit, and suddenly, the door bells rings.

"I'll... get it." Straining myself up, I walk towards the front door.

A shiver jumped down my spine. Why?

"Bro and bro-friend he for assistance!" Paul wraps his arms around me.

"Wait?" I push Paul away. "Bro-friend?" Paul tucks his hands onto his pockets.

"I'll leave you two, can I put the bags in here?" I nod and Paul works to the kitchen.

"I'm his girlfriend." She bites her lip.

"He better be looking after you." I arched my arms on my back.

"He is amazing."

"He is my brother." We chuckled softly.

"Is he in there?"

"Yeah." Sighing, I fold my arms. "We agreed. He could stay. I'd let him sweep me off my feet tonight and... We'd see." Lucy rubs my shoulder.

"And how do you feel?" She asks.

"Lucy..." Benedict smirks. "How are you?"

"F-fine." She stutters and Benedict looks at me.

Although, I diverted my gaze away. "Right well, we better had get you both ready for date dinner." She giggled. "Pablo, you take Benny boy."

"Since when did you call me Pablo?" Paul commented, looking at Lucy confused.

"Since your were my Picasso." Lucy plants a kiss onto his cheek. "And Scar, you're with me. Paul, stay downstairs and get ready and grab the girls to it in front on the TV." She whips round to face me. "It's time for a makeover..." Lucy squeals and I laugh, as she pulls me up the stairs.

About half an hour later, Lucy was still helping me pick a dress- however, we didn't away away from the conversation of my ex-husband. "So he just... showed up again?"

"Yes."

"What about this one?" Lucy pulled the dress out of my cupboard. I tilt my head and smile.

"Yes, that one." She hands it to me and I make my way to the bathroom to get changed.

"Are you okay with this? You didn't just fall for him again?" I take off my top and trousers, slowly slipping the dress on.

"I... there's this feeling I get. Just a nagging feeling. I still love him Luce, but... something says don't do it again." I walk out of the bathroom.

"It's natural. Look, tell him. Tell him what's going on in that brain of yours. He'll listen." Lucy smiles at me.

My mind was being weird. I didn't really know what to do, except to carry on. I was British, so I obviously would.

Around an hour later, I was ready.

And so was Benedict.

Lucy and Paul had rounded up the kids downstairs. And my, was my heart beating fast.

It was like my wedding day. The feelings you got. Butterflies.

Cold feet. Part of me didn't want to do downstairs.

I had to.

So I did.

Step by step, I made my way down the stairs and Lucy was already there with Paul. And Christina and Ella.

They all gasped.

But then I saw Benedict. He was in a black tux, and again, a smile crept into my face.

Benedict was in shock.

First, I said goodbye to everyone.

"Love you bestie. And remember, talk." She hugged me tight.

"You look great sis, work it out." Paul kissed my cheek and grabbed hold on Lucy's hand. Ella and Christina hugged me tightly, as well as Benedict.

And then the house was silent.

Because it was now just me and Benedict. All alone.

For the first time in months.