It smells like Chocolate

It smells like Chocolate!

By: HopelesslyConfounded

Authors Note – the three children are Joanna, Toby, and Antony.

"Mr. T?" Sweeney looked up at her. "Do you suppose we could go into town today?" Sweeney smiled.

"Mrs. Lovett, you may go into town, but I fully intend to just sit on the beach and watch the waves. Besides, who will watch the children?"

"But Mr. Todd! A woman alone in a strange town! It's dangerous, not to mention only my second time to market!" Sweeney smirked.

"Mrs. Lovett! We've lived in our town by the sea for a month now; I think you can handle this…" Mrs. Lovett sat down and smacked him on the arm. "Ow! What was that for?"

"You being rude to a lady!" She stood up and walked off. "See you later then, love."

Mrs. Lovett walked through the market, stopping to smell the flowers, admiring the butcher knives. As she walked men whistled, offering her their flowers, but all they got was a smile and a nod. Finally a woman pulled her aside.

"Mrs. Lovett, give these men something back! You always take their flowers and smile, but that's it! Give them some attention; let them take you to dinner! Why do you ignore them?"

Mrs. Lovett smiled. "Mrs. Stacy, I don't return these men's interests because I'm happily married with three kids and have no desire for an affair."

Mrs. Stacy blinked. "Married? With three children? Why do they not come with you to market?"

Mrs. Lovett sighed and shook her head. "I try, but they only wished to play and heaven knows they shouldn't play in the market, something might break." She shuddered. "Things always end up breaking."

Mrs. Stacy narrowed her eyes. "You don't seem like you've had three children…"

Mrs. Lovett laughed. "I bloody well shouldn't! My youngest, Toby, is adopted. Joanna is Mr. T's daughter and Antony, her husband. And thank you, I much prefer looking young."

"Mum!" Mrs. Lovett turned to see Toby running across the marketplace. "Mum!" Mrs. Stacy paled.

"That's your son?" Toby ran up to Mrs. Lovett and handed her a daisy and a gillyflower.

Mrs. Lovett put her hand on his shoulder and smiled. "Say hello to Mrs. Stacy, Toby."

Toby looked at her. "Hello, Mrs. Stacy." He turned back to Mrs. Lovett. "Da, says you need to come home, he's got something for you." With that he ran off, back down the dock.

Mrs. Lovett smiled and shook her head. "Mr. T never was one for patience." She looked at Mrs. Stacy. "Well, I'll see you then." And she left.

Mrs. Stacy blinked. "I wonder what else we don't know…"

When Mrs. Lovett got back to the cabin no one was there and all the lights were off. Weird, but it smelled like chocolate. Maybe the kitchen? When she walked in the lights came on and all the children jumped out. "SURPRISE!"

Mrs. Lovett gasped and jumped. "What in the world is this?" Just then Mr. T came in holding a rectangular box.

"Sorry I didn't jump out, but such displays are a waste of energy." When the children frowned he smiled, "Only kidding, I had to bring the cake in."

Mrs. Lovett gasped again. "Mr. T, you didn't!" He put the cake down on the table and gave her a hug.

"It's your birthday," He whispered in her ear, "How could I not?" She laughed and pulled him closer.

"Thanks, Mr. T," She whispered in his ear. Louder and to the kids she said, "Come on, then! Let's dig in!"

It was Chocolate.