A/N: *wild update appeared!* :D Hey guys! Thanks for all the reviews on the last chapter, and if you're still actually reading this crap, then I hope you enjoy this next one.

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It is much later that night, after Jack has been put to bed, the dog curling gratefully next to him, it's large head resting on his blanket covered feet.

Imelda sat tensely waiting in the Todd's sitting room. She hoped that Nellie would be understanding. She didn't even know that it was her son that she had picked up in the streets, she was just trying to be the kind soul that she is. And it's not like she even recognized him or knew he was in France. What the bloody hell was he doing in France if they were still in England?!

She sighs. It seems there is definitely more to this story than she originally thought.

She stands when she hears the door open, and turns to se Nellie stalking towards her, her face dark and foreboding.

The slap that hit her cheek astounded her more than her cousin's scary face. She held one palm pressed to her cheek, staring up at her incredulously.

"I can't believe you. I can't believe, that after everything we've been through, after everything we've done for each other, that this is how you repay me." She hissed.

"Nellie, what are you-"

"I can't believe you were in on it! That you were even speaking to him! You knew how much I hated him! How much he made my life a living hell!" she continued angrily, turning away from her cousin to pace angrily.

"Nellie you don't understand-"

The red head stopped and turned, looking down on her cousin with a judgmental look on her face.

"What, pray tell, do I not understand?" she asked haughtily.

"I don't even know what you're talking about, Nellie. I never kidnapped Jack. I found him in France, in the middle of the street! I nearly ran over him with my carriage!" Imelda told her.

"Oh please, do you honestly think I'll buy your lies?" Nellie said sarcastically.

"I'm not lying Nellie, please, just trust me! I had nothing to do with Jack's kidnapping! I thought he was just some street urchin! He looked so lost and scared, so I took him in to help him. Why was he even in France?"

Nellie scrustinised her cousin before replying.

"My- father, wonderful man that he is, had decided to make a play for the Estate and its fortunes. He had the maid steal my son and then came here, and tried to kill me and Sweeney." She replied stubbornly.

Imelda gasped.

"Oh, Nellie, I'm so sorry! Do you believe me now? I truly had nothing to do with stealing your son." Imelda apologized again.

Nellie heaved a big sigh before collapsing in an armchair.

"I'm sorry, Melda, you have to understand how difficult this all was for me; Jack is my only child, and I thought he was gone forever." She murmured.

Imelda leant forward and rested her hand on Nellie's knee.

"It's alright, Nellie, everything is okay, now. You have your son, and your husband. Everything will be okay."

Nellie smiled a small smile at her cousin before she pulled her into a hug.

"I'm glad you're here, Melda."

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After everything has been resolved, Sweeney and Nellie both fall into bed, too exhausted to do much except for pulling the other closer before succumbing to sleep.

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Sweeney knows something is wrong the minute he feels his wife fly from their bed, jolting him awake, to head for their bathroom. The sleep induced fog clouding his brain prevents him from moving around too much, and he doesn't even know how much time has passed before he feels her climbing back under the quilts.

He turns to her immediately, his fingers finding the smooth expanse of her cheek as looks at her in the semi-darkness of the early morning.

"What's wrong, love?" he asks gruffly, his voice rough with sleep.

"Nothing, dear. I just had to use the loo. Go back to sleep." She tells him.

He's too tired to really concentrate, but as long as she tells him that nothing is wrong, he is quite content to go back to his sleep, as long as she is right there with him.

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It's a few weeks later when he goes to look for her, because she has been acting strangely recently. He feels her when she gets out of their bed every morning in a hurry, and on particular days she was rather moody, and even snapped unnecessarily at him.

Unfortunately, being a man, he doesn't quite know to piece everything together.

So, he finds her once again on the beach, staring out over the rolling waves, a light breeze playing with the curls of her hair.

He doesn't announce his presence, merely climbs up behind her on her rock, wrapping hi arms around her waist and dropping his chin to the crook of her neck.

She smiles lightly down at him, snuggling further into his embrace.

"Nellie?"

"Hmm?"

"Are you alright?" he asks, tilting his head to look at her properly.

"Never better, love." She replies, but her eyes shift away from his nervously.

"You're lying," he mutters, and she bites her lip guiltily, and looks at him over her shoulder.

"Alright, you caught me, I'm not okay." He tells him, and she pointedly takes one of his hands and moves it down to rest firmly over her stomach.

She waits, watching him intently, before he looks down at his hand, then at her, then back to his hand.

He raises his eyes to hers, and he breaks into a face splitting smile, pulling her closer and tugging her down for his delighted kisses.

"Why didn't you just tell me?" he asks, still grinning, his hands now dancing over her covered stomach.

"I was saving it as a surprise." She replies lightly.

He shakes his head and kisses her again, this one lingering for a good few minutes before they broke apart.