Lies of love
Mrs. Lovett was in her shop as usual, by herself, consumed by her own thoughts. Her thoughts mainly circulated around about Mr. Todd. She knew she would never be good enough for him, but she still hoped that maybe the man would come to his senses and realize that he would never be reunited with his precious Lucy.
Mrs. Lovett was growing weak, all the work she had put in the past few days in running the shop and making the pies was tough on her. Toby was ill with a fever, and she cared for him, so she made him stay in bed not lifting a finger until he got better. Toby was the only thing close to family she had left, he was like a son to her, she had always wanted a son, but she was never able to conceive, and Al never really did like children. She hoped that Mr. Todd would wed her, and she could have a happy family, a husband and a son, that's all she's ever wanted, but no, she couldn't have it. She knew Mr. Todd would never care for her as she did him, to him Mrs. Lovett was just a temporary burden who he was soon to be rid of. Mrs. Lovett went over to one of the booths in her shop and looked out the window, it was raining quite tremendously, she looked at the harsh raindrops pitter patter down the windows, it calmed her thoughts for a moment, for actually once in her life she wasn't thinking about Mr. Todd. She was thinking about memories, and London, and the rain, and-
"Mum! Mum!" A voice in the back echoed
Mrs. Lovett couldn't tell if it was her thoughts or an actual voice that she had just heard, she turned around. Sure enough it was Toby, running towards Mrs. Lovett with a grin.
"Love you're supposed to be in bed! Ya got a feva' dearie!" She piped.
"No mum I don't! Feel my forehead! Cool as an ice cube!"
Mrs. Lovett stood up putting one hand on her back, and extended the other and felt Toby's forehead, it was burning up, hotter than ever. Mrs. Lovett's forehead wrinkled in concern.
"Love, not ta scare ya, but uh, well ya burning up still, ya feel worse, here lemme take ya back to bed and make sure ya get some more rest, here I'll give ya some medicine, boy is it nasty but it sure does the job!"
Toby frowned nervously, he was tired of being sick, he wanted to help his mum in the shop again, and go out and play in the rain, and with his friends, but he knew to please his mum he would have to obey so with a nod of his head, Toby began his way to his room.
Mrs. Lovett grabbed the bottle of medicine and a spoon. She was getting nervous, what if something was seriously wrong with Toby? What was she to do? She tried to keep her thoughts positive. Maybe the medicine will do the trick. When she finally made her way into Toby's room she smiled a reassuring smile.
"Here love, I got ya your medicine!"
Mrs. Lovett delicately poured the medicine into the spoon and walked closer to Toby.
"Open up dearie, drink this up real quick and plug ya nose" She whispered.
Toby frowned hesitantly, but he obeyed, slowly he opened his mouth and plugged his nose, Mrs. Lovett poured the medicine quickly into his mouth, he swallowed, making a disgusted face.
"Yuck!" He yelled. "That was horrid!"
Mrs. Lovett half smile and sat on the bed next to Toby on his bed and began to stroke his blonde thick hair.
"I know love, but if you take ya medicine then soon ya will be feelin' a whole lot better, ya such an obedient lad, I'm lucky I got ya"
"Well you're the best mum a lad could eva' ask for!" He said, straining his voice.
Mrs. Lovett smiled one of her famous glowing smiles "Get some rest love, I'll come and check on ya lata"
"Thanks Mum" Toby said as he began to slowly drift off into a peaceful sleep.
Mrs. Lovett went back into her shop planning on making her way back to the booth she was at, and to her surprise she had an unexpected visitor.
"Oh!" Mrs. Lovett yelled. "Mr. T, I didn't see ya there! Ya gave me such a fright I thought ya was a ghost!"
Sweeney Todd was sitting at a booth emotionless and cold, looking past Mrs. Lovett, in deep thought about the judge "Mmm" he grunted, completely ignoring her.
Mrs. Lovett eagerly sat across from Sweeney on the booth, she held her head on her chin and starred into his distant eyes, looking at lord knows what. "Mr. T, how was ya shop today? Busy?"
There was an awkward silence.
"Mr. T, Mr. T, Ya listenin' to me?" She said lifting a curious eyebrow. She doubted he even realized she was still in the room.
"Of course" He said bluntly.
"Toby's sick ya' know, poor thing, he's so young, boy should be out playin' and havin' fun, not sleeping and drinking that wretched medicine. I think I might call a docta' soon, it's been awhile and he's not been gettin' any better…" She kept on rambling.
Mr. Todd looked at her for a split second in annoyance "Intriguing" he murmured.
"Would ya like a glass a gin, Mr. T?"
"Yes"
Mrs. Lovett got up and grabbed the gin bottle and a cup, and began to pour; she took the cup and slid it over to Mr. T. He grabbed it and began to slowly drink it, still in deep thought.
"Help! Mum! Help! Help! Ow!" Toby screamed in agony loudly from his room.
"Mr. T that's Toby! Bloody hell what is going on?" Nellie Lovett screamed in panic.
Toby was the world to Mrs. Lovett; she couldn't stand to hear his screams of pain it broke her heart. Mrs. Lovett was used to hearing screams of pain, because of Mr. Todd's occupation of course, but hearing the cry of the child she claimed to be her son, it almost killed her, she rushed to his room grabbing Mr. Todd by the hand and dragging him with her, he reluctantly followed. She burst open the door, and when she laid eyes on Toby her jaw dropped.