British One-shots and Imagines

Oneshot 5 (Martin Freeman)

In which Martin Freeman plans to take you out on a date night, but your stomach has other ideas

WARNINGS: A wee bit of swearing, angst? just sickness really, Martin is such a cutie, this is literally just a bunch of Martin fluff 

To say you were excited to have a night of peace and quiet alone with Martin would be the understatement of the decade.  

Martin had finally, finally gotten Amanda to take the kids for an extended weekend. That meant two things: You got to have a quiet and clean house for three whole days, and Martin was going to take you out to dinner tonight, and you may or may not have activities planned afterward.  

You didn't mention to him and didn't plan on doing it all at, that your stomach had been upset all day. You'd woken up light headed and with a wicked stomach ache. He'd even noticed you were a bit pale, but a brush of makeup fixed that problem.  

Amanda had just stopped by and buckled the kids into their car seats and was waving goodbye out of the front windshield. You waved in return, your arm around Martin's hip and fighting back a cough. She pulled out of the driveway, and you both put your hands down.  

As far as you knew, Amanda and Martin had split on relatively good terms. They both agreed I was time for a divorce, and also agreed on joint custody over the children.  

You'd met Martin a few years ago, you'd been acting friends during the filming of Black Panther. It was after the divorce with Amanda and when he asked you to babysit the kids during some of his shoots did you become more than friends.  

Martin sighed muttering a, "finally" under his breath. You laughed, trying to hide the sudden pain in your stomach.  

No, not now. Uh uh, this is not allowed, not on my one free weekend. I'll kill someone if I've got the flu on the one weekend I plan something special goddammit. The pep talk in your head was intense, and you reminded yourself again, that if you ruined this weekend with Martin, you'd never forgive yourself.  

Speak of the handsome devil, he reached for your hand and intertwined your fingers with his. "Are you ready for a night out darling? A quiet night out?"  

You snickered. "Come on Martin, you love the kids."  

He moved his head back and forth, making a questioning sound under his breath, as though contemplating her statement.

Another laugh, followed by a light smack on his shoulder. It was then that another throat-ripping cough decided to make its attendance known. You turned into your elbow and away from Martin, who put a comforting hand on your shoulder. 

It was then that another throat-ripping cough decided to make its attendance known. You turned into your elbow and away from Martin, who put a comforting hand on your shoulder. "Darling are you sure you're alright? You've been warm all day."  

You shook your head, clearing your throat and waving away his hand. "I'm fine, promise. I'll go change and drink some water and I'll be ready to go. Reservations are at six, right?"  

He nodded and smiled, winking as he walked to your room, and you to the bathroom. A cold splash of water would do you some serious good, so that's exactly what you did.