A/n: I hopefully will get to the point where the rating changes, I hope no one thinks that it is moving to fast. I rather like the pace it is going at. I hope that their relationship is clearing up and is believable.
Mrs. Lovett woke up to a cold bed. Morning light flickered through the lace curtains; the fire was dead in the fireplace. She swung her feet over the side of the bed and shivered when they touched the cold wood. She heard small whispers coming for the kitchen. She pulled her robe from the chair and slid it on. She followed the whispers that were now followed by clanging.
She stood in the door way watching Mr. Todd and Toby toss flour about her clean kitchen. Pancakes sizzled and eggs cooked. Toby had flour sprinkled in his hair and smeared across his small face. Mr. Todd was covered in a thin coating of it as well, his dark hair not grey. She coughed softly and they both looked up.
"Mum!" Toby rushed to her side and pulled her into the room. His little fingers smeared flour all over her arm and he places her in a chair be the table. "We made you breakfast!"
Mr. Todd set the plate down in front of her and watched her carefully.
"I didn't know you could cook." She said and smiled. He slid into the chair next to her.
"I can't" He whispered in to her ear. She looked down at the plate and stared at the blacked pancakes and crispy eggs. She laughed slight not wanting to hurt little Toby's feelings. She poked the eggs and decided they were the safest to eat. She finished her plate and smiled.
"Go and get cleaned up Toby." He rushed off in to the bathroom leaving them alone. "You did this for me? You made me breakfast." She couldn't take her eyes away from the flour covered man.
"It was partly Toby's idea, wanted to do something for you. You've taken care of us both so much and we've never done anything for you."
"You shouldn't even be out of bed dearie, you're still sick." She brushed her fingers through his hard. His hand stopped her. He brought her hand to his cheek. She caressed him softly, looking up in to his eyes.
"I'm a free man Nellie."
"What?" She stared at him, here brow wrinkled. He brushed a stray curl from her face and kisses her lightly.
"You're all I think about, all I've thought about since I came back from hell. I'm acting rash, I'm acting crazy. You're saving me from the cold."
A/n: a little short I know but this is what came out. I hope it is not to out of character. I wanted her to melt away his iciness. Bigger and better things to come but don't worry it isn't all happy from here on out. Wow so I just reposted that chapter. Thank you to Ari-Griffin for pointing out to me that I spelt flour wrong.