Flying

Disclaimer: I do not own Sweeney Todd or the associated characters.

This may be part of a three- short story series. Flying, Falling, and Landing. If you'd like more, please review so I know someone will read it!

What Eleanor was feeling right now felt like flying. She was walking on clouds and she loved every second of it. It hadn't been long at all. Less than three months, even, but she knew. She was pregnant, something that absolutely delighted her.

She was always talking, genuinely happy with her customers. The day was new, but sadly, as usual, the sky was not blue. Not that it mattered, of course. Nellie practically danced around the shop as she served customers. All the while, Sweeney had watched her. They had been together a lot. A lot was not a term used lightly. Together wasn't a term used lightly, either.

He wasn't in a particularly sour mood compared to how he was before; he felt better and he dare say he… Rather liked her happiness. Sweeney tried to convince himself that it was just the fact that he'd killed the judge almost a year ago and avenged his Lucy making him feel such emotions. Lucy… His wife. Mother of his daughter, Johanna.

The thought of Eleanor having his child didn't seem to affect him by much. After all, they were 'married' now; not that it changed their relationship other than the fact they had done what they did to make the child in the first place often. It wasn't a big deal, Sweeney told himself.

He imagined a little girl, auburn hair like her mother and dark eyes like him, running around the shop downstairs, Nellie putting her hands on her hips as she tried to tame the child. He shook the vision from his head and went to take out a razor, deciding to sharpen and polish it to get the thoughts out of his head.

Just as he set to work, he heard footsteps on the stairs and set his razor back in it's box, turning towards the door. As per usual, Eleanor didn't knock. She just came in, stood in the doorway and grinned as she brought him some lunch. An apple, a slice of pie, and something in a bowl, which looked like soup.

"Here you are, dear."

He said nothing, only shrugged and stared out the window absently. She bit the inside of her cheek, set the tray down, and made her way towards the door, deciding on not striking up a conversation that would ruin his mood. They hadn't talked much after she told him, but words didn't matter. It was his actions. She knew Sweeney would watch her. She loved how he would wrap an arm around her when he thought she was asleep. He really did change; since he'd killed the judge.

Nellie smiled to herself and turned to leave, but noticed a grip on her arm, holding her back. Swiveling around to face him, shock on her face, she realized they were almost nose to nose.

"Mr. T?" She asked carefully.

"Uh… Excuse me." He put his arm back down to his side, his eyes flicking to the window once again.

Nellie's eyes focused on him for a second, but she considered the fact she probably had customers downstairs and buried her increasing curiosity in order to serve them instead of waiting around for the answer that would never come; an answer as to why he had grabbed her, hard enough to bruise, even.

"The baby…" She cleared her throat and tilted her head at him.

"It is alright, isn't it?" There was an undertone of worry that most would have never picked up, but Nellie knew him too well and sensed it.

"Oh, it's alright… Just wondering… How do you feel about this? We haven't talked too much about it. Haven't talked much at all in general."

"I've vaguely thought about it." He grumbled.

So he had thought about it? She felt butterflies in her stomach.

"And?"

"A girl, I think." He whispered.

She sucked in a large amount of breath and tried to hide her smile.

"That would be perfect. A little girl." She gushed, the hidden smile finding its way out.

He sighed and stared at her, or rather past her- over her shoulder.

"She'd look like you… With red hair." He mused.

Nellie found herself tearing up, but tried to subtly wipe her tears away.

"You don't need to hide it, Eleanor."

His gaze flicked upon her face, taking it in. He wanted to do so much, to comfort her, but he wasn't ready. Not yet.

"I suppose I have customers to tend to…"

"Yes."

Nellie took a breath to calm herself and walked out the door to serve her customers.

It was the ninth month of pregnancy. Nellie couldn't be happier and Sweeney hadn't been in one of his 'moods' for a while. They were both anxious now, waiting ever so patiently. Eleanor laid on her bed while Sweeney sat next to her.

"And you're okay, Nell?"

"Yes, I'm fine, love. It's fine."

She put her hand over her large stomach and smiled when he covered hers with his.

"I love you, Mr. T. Our baby…"

"Our little girl." He finished, his lips twitching up momentarily.

There was a kick on their hands and she beamed up at him as he stared down at her tummy.

"The baby knows your voice. Do you want to talk to her?"

Sweeney cleared his throat and nodded slowly, still nervous. He sunk down next to her and opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out.

"It's okay, love. Don't be afraid of your daughter."

"You'll look just like your mum, won't you? A pretty little girl."

She laughed and smiled down at him. The baby moved again and she brought his hand back up so he would feel it.

"But you'll have his eyes, won't you, little one?"

He exhaled slowly when he felt a movement. It was so odd, doing this again; not that he could remember with Lucy. Never did Sweeney Todd think he'd be talking to Nellie and his baby. Never did he think he'd be here with her after killing the judge.

"Ele- Nellie… Do you think-"

"You'll be a great father, Mr. T."

He hummed and closed his eyes.

"Thank you… Mrs. Todd."

Author's Note:

Thanks so much for reading! Love to all of you who've followed me or messaged me and made my day!

SO… It is up to all of you; would you like the mild sad ending or the extremely sad ending? Either way, it may make you cry. Maybe. I need this so I can start on the next chapter of the story.

-HTL