A Birthday Gift
My mom's birthday is approaching, and that is what gave me the inspiration for this story. No, I'm not planning on getting my mom a razor for her birthday, she already has one anyway, kidding. I have an ST razor though, not kidding about that. I just thought I'd give a small birthday shout out. So anyway, here's the story.
P.S. I have a secret, Sweeney Todd is not mine. But his razor is. ; )
It was dark and Mrs. Lovett was already getting things prepared. She had sent Toby to bed early, simply because she didn't want him to sneak any tastes. After all, she knew that Toby loved sugary sweets (as many kids do), she wouldn't allow him to eat any of Sweeney's cake before the celebration. She heard footsteps on the staircase outside and cursed under her breath. She hustled around throwing all forms of decoration into cabinets, and pushing the chocolate cake in a small space under the counter. She grabbed a towel and pretended to clean off the counterspace, which had gotten dirty from her baking. Sweeney came in and instantly seared the shop. "What would you be lookin' fer love?"
Sweeney glanced at her and smirked. "I think you know my pet. And I don't want it. Barker might have, but Sweeney Todd wants nothing to do with a birthday party." Mrs. Lovett nodded and promised that there would be no party. He nodded and walked back upstairs.
Nellie finished the cake and placed it carefully into the fridge. She then proceeded to quietly sneak into Toby's room. She stroked his hair to wake him. "Mum, is it mornin' already?"
She chuckled and shook her head, making her curly hair bounce. "No sweet, tomorrow is Mr. T's birthday. Now you don't have to get much, but I would appreciate it. And I think he would appreciate it if you got him a lil' somethin'." Toby sighed, but nodded quickly at him mum's very serious face. She kissed him and retired to her room for the night.
The next morning Toby left to get Sweeney a small present. They both agreed that a bottle of Gin that Toby would not drink would be enough. While Toby was out, Mrs., Lovett was thinking of what to do for the barber, she loved him with all her heart, she had to do somethingto show it. That was when she thought of it, hopefully Sweeney wouldn't be awake yet.
Nellie snuck up the barber shop steps and eased over to his box of razors. She opened it without a single creaking noise and grabbed him favorite razor, the razor he always had in his side pocket. She smiled and walked out the door with it.
Sweeney awoke two hours later and instantly waked over to his box of razors. It may have been Sunday, but that didn't mean he couldn't admire the shine of his favorite razor. Wait though, where was it? He looked through out the top half of the apartment, then proceeded to interrogate the two people downstairs. "Toby, where are you? Have you seen me razor?"
Toby walked into the kitchen. "No Mister Todd, did you lose it?" Sweeney nodded with a clear look of anger and loss in his eyes. "I 'onestly don't know where it is Mister T." Sweeney then commenced to search for his landlady. "If you're lookin' fer mum, she's not 'ere. She left while I was gone I think."
Mrs. Lovett returned and looked into the pie shop. Toby saw her and shooed her upstairs. It looked like Toby had given Sweeney his gift already, and it seemed like he was enjoying it. Mrs. Lovett casually walked up to the box and returned the razor to it's original place.
After dinner the small family ate Mister Todd's birthday cake, and after a small thank you, Sweneey returned to his shop. Mrs. Lovett followed him up the staircase, she knew why he looked so upset. They entered the tonsorial parlor and Mrs Lovett spoke up. "I know why you're so upset Mista T. You're missing your razor."
Sweeney spun around and shot an evil glare at her that said, 'You better tell me where my razor is, or I'll use another to slit your throat.' She smirked and walked over to the box, she brought it to him and opened it.
There it sat, his favorite razor, she had returned it to it's original place. "Mrs. Lovett, why the bloody hell did you take it from me?" Mrs. Lovett picked it up and spun it so the opposite side was facing him. There was a black engraved message. Mister T, have a wonderful birthday. Love, Mrs. Lovett! All he could do was gasp at the gift. "Mrs. Lovett, you did this for, me?"
Mrs. Lovett smiled and nodded. "I was having trouble deciding what to get you, but then I decided that this would be a great gift. Since I know you use that razor more than any other."
Sweeey smiled and nodded. "Yes, it's my favorite. Thank you very much Mrs. Lovett, this is, very thoughtful."
The baker gave him an excited grin and he allowed her to hug him. "I'd do anything to make you happy Mister T." He had to admit it, maybe this wasn't such a bad birthday. After all, no birthday could be worse than spending it in prison. Maybe Mrs. Lovett really would do anything for him.
I hope you enjoyed my story, remember, reviews=love. Good reviews will get a responce 'thank you'. Bad reviews, well. I do have a razor, and I'm not afraid to slit your throat, mwa-hahaha. Kidding, but really. No burns please. : )