Benedict Cumberbatch Imagines

Working it Out

It had been a tense week. Ben was back home in London for the next few months as he buffed up and prepared for his next movie over in the States. Of course you were glad he was back but you had a massive fight last night due to his hectic schedule. Even before you were married you both planned on having a baby and now you were the talk hadn't led anywhere. The bust up last night had been about work schedules. Ben wanted to wait until he had finished all his acting commitments he had already agreed to before you started trying for a baby. You thought it was best to start trying while he had these months off just in case something went wrong.

Now the two of you were at the gym together. Neither of you had broke the tension in the car on the way, only exchanging brief small talk every now and then. He heads straight for the rowing machines where the two of you always start your workouts. Instead, you head for the cross trainer. After about 5 minutes you notice him start on the trainer next to you. You glance over and he smiles.
"Y/N, I'm sorry about last night. It got really out of hand and..."
"No it wasn't all your fault. I said some stuff too." You interrupt.
This time you both smile at each other. The tension starts to fade as you talk and pretty soon you're laughing together. Unfortunately this leaves you both out of breath and soon you're both red in the face and sweating. You decide to take a water break.
"You know it's kind of a shame we aren't fighting anymore."
You look up at Ben, confused.
"Why?"
"Because if we were fighting, I could do this!"
You have no time to ask what he's talking about before you squirts his water in your face. You look up, dripping, and grin at him. You hold up your own bottle in response.
"This may not be a fight, but it's definitely a war!"