Sweeny paced in front of the large window, hands folded behind his back. "How am I going to tell her I love her?" he wondered to himself. It had been well over a month since he killed Judge Turpin and in that time he realized that he loved Nellie too. Sweeney already knew she loved him, it's always plastered on her face. The way she looks at him; the smile that she doesn't give anyone else but him; the way her voice gets soft and loving when she talks to him. "I'll go down, seat her in the parlor and tell her." he said. He turned for the door and froze. There, standing in the doorway, was Nellie Lovett.

"Didn't mean to frighten you, Mr. T." Nellie said, staring at the floor. "How much did you hear?" Sweeney demanded. "Just that you were going to tell me somethin'." She blushed. "Oh. Well, um..." He fumbled with the buttons on his vest. "So what do you want to tell me?" she asked, walking towards him. "Umm..." He couldn't find the words. "You can tell me anythin', Mr. T." she whispered in his ear.

He spun around and looked at her. She was truly beautiful. Her reddish-brown curls hung down to her shoulders, a few strands in her face. Her dark brown eyes were deep, just like the love she held for him. Sweeney couldn't help but lean towards her. Their lips met in a passionate kiss. Nellie's arms wrapped around his neck and she smiled against his lips.

"I'm sorry." Sweeney said, when they pulled away. "Just say it; I know you want to."she said. He sighed as he looked in to her eyes. "I...I love you."
"Ah, there we go. I've been waitin' for you to say that for nearly sixteen years."she said. He held her close, her head resting against his chest.

"Will we have that seaside wedding someday like I've always dreamed?"Nellie asked, looking up at him. "Don't look too far in to the future, my pet."he said, sitting in his chair. "Well, I can keep on dreaming then, love."she said, leaving. 'How can she think about marriage?' Sweeney thought. He got up from his chair pulling his razor from the holster on his belt and started sharpening it for the next customer.

"I can't believe he finally said he loved me." Mrs. Lovett said, rolling out dough. Her gloved fingers lightly brushed over her lips as she remembered their first kiss. "But a seaside wedding could be devised, me rumpled bedding legitimized. Me eyelids'll flutter, I'll turn into butter, the moment I mutter I do-hoo."she sang softly to herself. She finished the dough, shaped it in to the crust, and brought it down to the bakehouse to fill with meat.