Your Story (A Benedict Cumberbatch Imagine Fan Fiction)

The End Of Your Story

One year later.
You and Benedict had been able to adopt two babies. One little girl; Amy. And one little boy; Harry.
It was near the end...

Benedict slowly strokes your head as you turn to him and smile sleepily.

"You looked very happy, whilst you were sleeping there baby". He whispers softly. You nod

"I dreamt about the kids. I dreamt that we had a big house, and a dog with a white fence and green grass garden." You reply whispering. Benedict kisses the top of your head.

"I liked it" You whisper back to him. Benedict smiles softly.

"I'd like that too". He replies.

"Are you sure you aren't going to the Oscars this year?" You ask. Benedict shakes his head.

"I don't want you worrying about that sweetheart. Im not leaving this room" he replies sadly, stroking your cheek with his thumb.

"I'd have liked to go with you" You whisper.

"I'd have liked that too". He replies.

"I'd have worn a black dress I think. I think I'd try and look classier this year. Everyone would think we were the poshest couple there." You whisper, your eyes dropping slightly.

"I'd give almost anything to feel that pretty" You whisper sadly. Benedict shakes his head.

"Y/N you are beautiful." He whispers, looking softly at you.
You suddenly hear three light knocks at the door. Benedict cranes his head round to face the door before getting off the bed and slipping out through the door.
Moments later he returns, the silence makes you lift your head. You see him stood there with ; Gaby, Tom and Oliver- all stood in a line.

"Hey" You weakly whisper. They all smile sadly at you before each of them slowly walk over to your bed.

"You only came yesterday. You guys missing me or something?" You sarcastically ask. The three of them stand and smile sadly. You knew they were coming to say goodbye. Gaby lies next to you on your bed and wraps her arms around your neck.

"I know it's hard for you to carry on like this. If you need to go Y/N then you go. It's okay. Don't be afraid" she whispers.

"It's okay" she whispers into your head as you feel her tears trickle against your head.

"Yeah" You whisper back, smiling sadly at her as she wipes her tears.

"You will always be my best friend" she cries, trying to wipe away the tears that stream down her face.
You nod and smile, trying to swallow the lump that was forming in your throat.

You quickly notice Oliver, standing next to you. Once hearing the news from Benedict he took the quickest flight down to see you and hadn't gone back since. Oliver placed his hand over yours and looks at benedict.

"Gab, tom. Do you mind if I speak to you both outside for a minute?" Benedict asks them. Gaby and Tom sadly follow him outside before Oliver sits facing you on the bed.

"How're you feeling?" He asks, stroking your cheek. You shrug and smile weakly.

"How're The girls?" You ask. Oliver smiles to himself.