Your Story (A Benedict Cumberbatch Imagine Fan Fiction)

Alternative Ending

You chew the nails on your right hand, Benedict Clutching onto your left hand; anxiously craning his neck to see round the corner.

"Ben, relax". You whisper, noticing him restlessly tapping his leg. He turns to you and offers you a half smile, not really looking at you but the doctors behind you. You turn your head to follow his gaze.

"They're not my doctors" you say to him, turning your head back. He squints his eyebrows.

"How do you know?" He asks. You smirk.

"Well I'd like to think that my doctor isn't a student. I mean, I know they need to learn but-"

"Ok, I get it". Benedict interrupts, snapping slightly. You chuckle and clear your throat.

"How is it that I'm more calm than you?" You ask, Laughing lightly. Benedict shrugs.

"Whatever will be, will be." You say confidently, trying to convince yourself more than him. Benedict squeezes your hand and kisses the side of your head.

"I know" he replies. You both share a glance at one another before you hear;

"Can Y/N Cumberbatch come to room 6 please".

You and Benedict look at each other for a split second before you pull him up off his chair.

"Come on" you say, gesturing your head to the doctors room. Benedict takes a deep breath before clutching your hand and following you into room 6.

Three Months Before
You and Benedict had been able to naturally concieve two babies. One little girl; Bonnie. And one little boy; George.
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.