A/N: I'm back! So, due to alot of requests, I've decided to (try to) write a sequel. Hopefully you guys like it :)

Disclaimer: I do not own Sweeney Todd.

Thunder crashed and lightning flashed on a stormy October night. Violent screams echoed throughout the manor, and Sweeney Todd paced in frustration up and down the hallway outside his bedroom. Sitting in a chair next to him was Toby, jaw clenched as more cries of pain reached his ears. The dog, a large German Shepherd, lay by his feet, its paws covering his eyes as he whimpered.

Sweeney would have laughed if he weren't feeling so scared and worried.

Another agonising half hour passed, and just when he thought he was about to lose his mind, a slightly different cry broke through the noise caused by the storm.

The cry of a baby.

He spun, facing his bedroom door expectantly. It took another 15 minutes before Johanna emerged, wiping her hands on a towel.

"You can go see her now, dad.", she said with a small smile, taking Toby to give the couple and their new born child some time to themselves.

The dog stared expectantly at him, whimpering as a plea.

He glared at it for a moment, before holding the door open a bit more. It barked softly, almost affectionately, its tail wagging happily as it bounded inside.

The midwife finished cleaning up his child and carefully handed it to its mother, who sat propped up on their bed, looking tired but a happy glow radiated around her and he couldn't help but think she looked more beautiful than he had ever seen her in his entire life.

She looked up and locked eyes with him, a full out grin gracing her features as she caught sight of him.

"Sweeney, come meet our son.", she said, her voice hoarse from all the screaming she had done, but joyful none the less.

Son?!

His heart skipped a beat and in no less than two steps, he found himself by her side, and the little bundle of blankets being transferred to his arms.

He stared in amazement, his arms slightly awkward but he quickly got used to the weight in his arms, taking in the sight of the little boy- his little boy, nestled into his arms. He smiled, his heart feeling like it had taken flight as he ran his fingers through the tuft of dark hair at the top of his son's head. The child suddenly gave a cry, and he wordlessly handed him back to his wife, who unbuttoned her nightgown and began to feed him.

"What will we call him?", he asked her softly, running his fingers through his wife's fiery curls.

"What do you think of Jack? Jack Ferdinand Todd.", she replied equally as quietly, breaking her eyes for a minute to gaze lovingly at him.

"I love it.", he replied, smiling at her, kissing her lips briefly.

The baby at her breast gurgled and they both looked down, only to have a pair of sea green eyes staring back at them. For a minute, neither of them moved.

"Mum...", Nellie choked, tears welling in her eyes. She gently kissed the tiny fist flailing in the air, holding it close to her. Suddenly gentle hands were caressing her face, and she looked up to the deep brown pools of her husband's eyes. He kissed each tear away, kissing her lips again, smiling when he felt her smile against his lips. He pulled away and she yawned, looking down at the now sleeping child- their child, in her arms.

He kissed the top of her head, carefully taking his son and walking him over to the crib in the room. He marveled at the little boy for a moment more, before kissing his cheek and gently lowering him into the crib. THe dog padded over, jumping up on the rail and curiously sniffing the new addition to their family.

"Maika, don't do that.", he said sternly.

The dog twisted its head to look at its master, regarding him with a look that was almost once of childlike curiosity, befor turning back and licking the child's forehead. Maika curled up on the floor next to the crib, his large head resting on his paws.

Sweeney arched a brow. The dog almost always curled up on the edge of their bed, sometimes even getting in between him and Nellie. Exhaustion over taking him, he shrugged it off and stripped for bed, pulling on his cotton sleeping pants before slipping between his soft quilts. He reached over and blew out the candles, pulling his wife tightly to him, burying his face in her curls.

All was well.

But not for long.

A/N: Well? Leave me a review with your thoughts! Reviewers shall get a free meat pie and glass of gin! ;) Oh yeah, what would you readers think of Johanna/Toby? I mean, Toby is like 20 and Johanna would be around 16... Is that gross? I dunno, tell me what you think! :D

~Ele