So this doesn't take place during a specific time. I imagine this being set shortly after their discovery that making people into pies is actually a good idea. Please review!

"Mr. Todd?" Mrs. Lovett's voice was soft as she shook him from his slumber. His eyes fluttered open and Mrs. Lovett's heart skipped a beat. That was the moment she looked forward to every morning, the moment when his eyes first opened to the morning light. It was when he was most vulnerable, most warm, when the unhappy man he had become was completely absent. However, her enjoyment was short lived as the warmth drained and he became the man she had come to know.

"Mr. Todd, it's time to get up. I'm going to be opening soon," she kept her tone soothing and at a mere whisper. She was always careful not to upset him, "I'm going to put some tea on, your breakfast is downstairs," with that she left. She went into the shop and placed her old kettle on the stove, waiting for the familiar whistle that she had grown to love. Toby was scrubbing the countertops when she came in, occasionally squashing the bugs that insisted on showing up.

"Morning Mum," he smiled gleefully as she came into view.

"Morning Toby," she nodded, pouring the tea into two of her favorite cups. Just as she sat one of them next to Sweeney's plate he entered the shop.

"Morning Mr. T. You been feeling alright? You've been sleeping in awfully late lately, not that there is anything wrong with that," Toby quickly added the last part.

"I'm fine," he said with the same sadness that consumed his entire being.

"Right then, tuck in," Mrs. Lovett pushed his plate closer. He mumbled a quick word of appreciation before devouring the meal. There was no doubt in her mind that he was not in the best of moods. It was going to be a long day. She let out a long sigh as she rested her chin in her hand. He didn't seem to notice that she was staring at him with affectionate eyes, or, if he did, he didn't seem to care. How many more days would be spent staring at him? How many more days would she think wistfully about the life she had always dreamed for them? If only there had never been a Lucy…

"Are you sure you're feeling alright?" She asked, realizing that he had not moved from his seat. It was nearing time for her to put the pies in the oven but her mind was elsewhere.

"I said I'm fine," he slammed his fork against the table and stood abruptly. He began to turn but then stumbled catching himself on the corner of the counter. Mrs. Lovett rushed to his side, wrapping her arm around his waist for support. To her utter shock there were tears sliding down his pale cheeks. Her hand reached to wipe them away but then returned to her side as she thought against it.

"Toby, why don't you run to the market and fetch us some sweets," she suggested. "There should be a shiny penny for you in my purse by the fireplace,"

"Thank you Mum!" He dropped the rag he had been cleaning with and ran off hurriedly.

"Come now Mr. T," she pulled him back to his seat, kneeling on the floor beside him, resting her chin on his knee. "What's the matter?"

"Nothing," he insisted, though his fresh tears said otherwise.

"Come on now Mr. Todd, I'm your friend aren't I? Don't you trust me?" She peered up at him from under her eyelashes.

"Today… Lucy… I lost her…" He choked.

"Today? Have you lost your marbles? You lost her years ago,"

"No, I mean exactly fifteen years ago from this day I lost Lucy. The day Judge Turpin had me arrested on a false charge, the day that ruined my life," the way he said the Judge's name made it sound like the worst profanity ever to slip a man's tongue.

"Oh, love, that is in the past, you got to put it behind you," instead of comforting her tone came across pleading. How much more could she endure hearing Lucy's name?

"Never, I'll never put it behind me, not until he is dead," he spat.

"It's not healthy you know, all this grief. You've done nothing but poison your mind with these vengeful thoughts. We've got such a good business, a good life. We've got that good lad, Toby, you've got me, I've got you, what more do you want?" She immediately regretted the question.

"What more do I want? I want him to suffer, I want my Lucy, and I want my daughter back," at the mention of her name Mrs. Lovett stood up and turned away. "What is the matter with you?" His voice sounded more annoyed than concerned.

"It's not like you actually care," she gruffly took the rag that Toby had earlier engaged himself with and began to rigorously scrub at the flour and grime that layered her baking space. To her surprise it gave way to reveal a rather nice coloured wood. How long had it been since she had seen it clean?

"What on bloody earth makes you think I don't care?"

"Don't act like you don't know Mr. Todd. I've made my intentions, my feeling, perfectly clear. You do nothing but talk about her without any regards to how I feel," she continued to scrub, keeping her attention directed towards the task in attempt to hide the threatening tears.

"What are you talking about?" His tone had drastically changed, he seemed genuinely confused.

"Mr. T… Don't make me say it,"

"Say what?"

"You already know,"

"What do I know?"

"Please don't make me say what has brought me pain for it shall do nothing more than cause me more agony,"

" Dammit woman just spit it out!"

"You want me to say it? Fine, I love you!"

Well that's the end of the first chapter. Sorry it isn't very long. I'm already working on the second chapter but I am going to wait to post it until I get some feedback. I don't want to continue on something no one will read. Review please! Thank you for reading!