A/N: Okay this popped into my mind after reading a bunch of fics where some random man comes to Mrs. Lovett and Mr. Todd sees her with them and gets all jealous, I thought this might be a good choice to try my currently-non-existent-fluff-skills on. I own nothing except for Mr. Fezziwig and yes I did steal the name from a Christmas carol, but the character is my own.
The fire crackling, pacing above, pots and pans clinging against one another, and the sound of water gently streaming from the faucet; were all of the sounds in Mrs. Lovett's pie shop to indicate nighttime had fallen. Toby asleep on the couch, gin in his hand, Mr. Todd pacing above in his shop, and Mrs. Lovett working in the kitchen to clean up her mess and prepare for tomorrow. But the sound that she did not account for was the knocking of the door or the merry whistling of a tune known all too well by Mrs. Lovett. A small grin was placed upon her face as soon as she had heard the whistling, that song, it meant only one thing, one man, her old friend Mr. Edward Fezziwig.
"Good evenin Edward." Said Mrs. Lovett as she opened the door letting the man into the back of the now empty pie shop
"Evening Nellie, how are you doing this fine evening?" he said tipping his imaginary hat.
"Good good" she said laughing a little at him pretending to tip his 'hat' "what brings you here tonight Edward? The pie shop is closed, and I don't think I owe anything to the bank."
"Oh no." he said raising his hands "It's nothing like that, this is all purely of my own accord. It's good to see you how long has it been?"
"Too long on my part." She said hugging her old friend whom she had not seen for thirteen years
"Well I was just wondering if you would perhaps like to" he trailed off looking at her face; so beautiful, and the paleness of her skin was illuminated in the moonlight.
"To what?" she asked gently breaking him out of his trance
"Um" he scratched the back of his neck a bit "I was wondering if you would like to join me for dinner, and perhaps a walk, tomorrow night?" he asked a bit shy
Mrs. Lovett looked at her good friend. She did care for him, but not the way he was implying. He had messy blonde hair, not like Mr. Todd's black, and his blue eyes made him seem so innocent, but also so vulnerable, not like Mr. Todd's, his black eyes gave him a sense of mystery and danger to him which both enthralled and terrified Mrs. Lovett.
"That's very sweet of you Edward and I would love to, but I don't think it would work out." she said trying to let her friend down with minimal amount of damage
"I'm sort of with someone else at the moment." She said involuntarily looking up at the barber door, and Edward noticed.
"A husband?" he asked. Mrs. Lovett looked at him and answered with a smile on her face
"Yes." Shoot she thought to herself this is going to be hard to get out of
"But I thought Albert had died."
"Oh yes he did, and thank god for that. No it's someone new."
"But you're not wearing a wedding ring." He said pointing to her bare hand. Her mind started to race, how could she have done all of this just because she didn't like this man 'that way' how juvenile. She mentally smacked herself and found an answer
"We're engaged." She answered "I don't like wearing my ring during the day, you know in case it were to fall in to the dough and all, it's just a bit loose." She said planning the perfect story.
"Oh, I see. Well then, I shall come tomorrow to bestow my blessings upon you and your fiancée." He said once again tipping his 'hat'
"Good night Nellie and I shall see you tomorrow." He said in a cheery tone that rivaled hers
"Good night Edward." And she closed the door behind the man and let out a sigh.
"What have you gotten yourself into Nellie?" and she stood there a moment trying to think of a way to tell Mr. Todd what she had done without having him lash out at her. She finally came up with the best way to approach him; maybe if she simply explained everything to him in a calm manner it may just work.
She made her way up to the barbershop, her heart pounding harder and faster with each step she took. Finally she reached the door and a small cling was emitted from the door as well as a not too quiet creak.
"Mr. Todd?" she asked peeking into the barbershop, but no one answered. She opened the door some more and stepped inside to hide from the coldness of the night; but the barbershop didn't help much, if at all. Looking around the shop she found Mr. Todd on the far end looking down at the pictures of his Lucy and Johanna.
"Mr. Todd?" she asked again and he spun around and faced her
"What?" he asked his voice as cold as the air in the room. Hearing his voice Mrs. Lovett had completely forgotten what she had planned to tell Mr. Todd and said the first thing that had popped into her silly little head.
"Will you marry me?" Mr. Todd snapped his head up from the pictures he was looking at and stared at the woman standing before him with a proposal hanging in the air.
A/N: so tell me what you think. I know everything is very random so plz review criticism is welcomed. Because this is just so random, I may not update it as often as I normally try, so maybe every other week?