I honest to God hate this entire fanfiction because I feel like the writing is… well honestly it is nowhere near as good as it could be so I hate it. However, you guys seem to enjoy it and that's what matters to me. So here you go. The next chapter, created especially for those of you who actually like my writing despite how bad I think it is.

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The next few weeks were filled with planning, packing, and moving. Anthony hid his ill will towards Sweeney and Nellie while around Johanna, but when his love was elsewhere he made his distaste apparent.

"I swear I can feel ice slicing me with ever glare that boy shoots us," Mrs. Lovett commented one evening.

"If it was not for Johanna," Sweeney sighed. He did not need to finish his sentence in order for Mrs. Lovett to understand what he meant.

"When is he going to forgive us? After all we've given up for him you'd think that he'd be a bit nicer. Besides, it isn't as if we are still, you know, in business. There's no reason for him to be acting this way,"

"I know why he does it, I just wish he didn't. Johanna is going to notice eventually. She is going to start asking questions, ones I am not willing to give the answers to," he growled slightly at the thought. If Johanna found out and left there was no telling what he would do to Anthony. Sweeney may have decided against murder, but he was not above a bit of torture. The thought of losing his daughter was enough to make him want to torture someone.

"Don't worry love, she won't leave you. She may love that boy but she loves you too. Besides, she isn't going to find out anything," Nellie wrapped her arms around his neck as a comforting gesture. It worked. His body softened at her touch and he gave a tired smile.

"I hope you right," he sighed.

"So, I was wondering," Mrs. Lovett bit her lip nervously.

"Go on, you can ask anything,"

"Well, I was wondering when you planned on telling the others about our engagement,"

"Oh," he frowned, "It's not that I don't want to tell them, but I'm not sure Johanna is ready. She just got her father back and then out of the blue telling her she is going to have a new mother…" he shook his head.

"It could be good, love. She needs a mother and she seems to have taking a liking to me. I don't see why you think she would disprove," her brow furrowed.

"She loves you, Nellie. I do not doubt her fondness for you. She looks up to you and I know that if she could accept anyone as her mother, it would be you. However, she would have to cope and get used to the idea. She has already been through so much, I do not want to put any more of a burden on her shoulders,"

"If we don't tell her about our engagement, how are we going to get married?" She pointed out.

"We will tell her, just not yet. After the move,"

"Fine," Mrs. Lovett was not particularly pleased with the idea of not telling anyone of their engagement. Sweeney had gotten her a ring. Though inexpensive, it was beautiful and she wanted to wear it proudly. She wanted everyone to know that Mr. Sweeney Todd would be her husband. The hardest part for her was not telling Toby. She saw him as her son and she knew that out of all the people that would attend her wedding, he would be the happiest for her. The only thing that kept her from letting the news slip was the move. Just simply thinking about moving by the sea was enough to distract her. Now that they were packing and actually preparing to do so, she could not seem to focus on anything else.

"I'm sorry my love," she felt his hot breath on her neck as she was wrapping up her silver pieces.

"Mr. T, you're distracting me!" She complained lightly, feeling that familiar ache in her chest. Strong arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her against his muscled body.

"I know, but I can tell I have upset you. I promise that was not my intent. I am proud that you are going to be my wife and I promise we will tell her soon. Toby as well, we will tell them all. I just want it to be the right time. Forgive me for being negligent towards your feelings. Once the move is complete I swear I'll make you happy," he murmured into her hair. She let out a soft sigh, unable to feel any negative feelings when in his arms.

"It's alright, love. You already make me happy," she turned around to face him. For once, they did not kiss, they just locked eyes and enjoyed the presence of one another.

Two weeks later they had made the final move. The house was not spectacular, but it provided better lodgings and more space for the growing family to live. It was a simple two story house with three bedrooms, two bathrooms, and a marvelous kitchen that Nellie instantly fell in love with. A porch wrapped around the outside of their home, but upon close inspection, Sweeney came to the conclusion that he would need to replace many of the boards before it was safe for his family to use.

However, the porch was the last thing on any of their minds. They had gotten a house that overlooked the sea. The water glistened in the sun, an orb of light that was rarely seen. Actually, as Johanna and Toby both looked back on their lives, they could not quite recall ever having seen the sun so clearly. London was so polluted that the sky was often covered in in a layer of thick smog.

Since they had moved to a smaller town far from their original home, they were able to look upon fluffy white clouds, vibrant blue skies, and the heat of the sun.

They tried to make the living arrangements simple. Anthony slept with Toby, leaving Johanna with her own room. Although not married yet, Sweeney and Nellie decided to share a room, finding it more convenient. Finally settled, Sweeney realized he had to tell the rest of them of his engagement. He was partially excited and partially terrified. What if it was too much on Johanna?

"Ahem," Mrs. Lovett cleared her throat at the dinner table that night. All eyes turned towards hers, all except Anthony's that is. He mostly kept to himself and refused to truly look at Sweeney or Nellie for that matter. She ignored this. "We, um, Mr. T and I, we want to say something,"

"We don't have to move already do we Mum?" Toby's eyes were wide. She could not help but chuckle at the foolish thought.

"Of course not sweet heart, no, this news is of a different nature," she instinctively ruffled his hair playfully. He only smiled with relief.

"Is something wrong?" Johanna asked with her soft song-like voice.

"No, quite the opposite," Sweeney smiled lightly.

"You see, Mr. Todd and I, we…"

"We're engaged," he finished for her, obviously over excited. His eyes flickered to his daughter who sat there, stunned.

"Engaged? Like, getting married?" Toby asked.

"Yes love,"

"Congratulations Mum!" He exclaimed, jumping from his seat to give her a hug. He glanced at Sweeney with uncertainty, almost as if he wanted to try to give him a hug but was far too afraid to dare make a move.

"Thank you Toby, aren't you going to congratulate Mr. T?" She suggested, seeing the bit of disappointment in her future husband's eyes.

"Congratulations Mr. Todd," Toby hesitantly approached the barber, almost asking for permission to give him a hug. Sweeney responded by swooping the boy up into an uncharacteristic embrace. He wasn't sure what enticed him to be so forward, but for some reason he felt the need to rid the boy's fear of him as soon as possible. At first Toby was too stunned to do much of anything and simply stood there. However, with extremely caution, he raised his arms and wrapped them around the man he knew would soon be like a father to him.

"Thank you Toby," Sweeney murmured, releasing him. Toby gazed up at him with wide eyes and a small smile. The sight warmed the barber's heart.

"Engaged?" This time it Johanna's turn to be surprised. Her blue eyes were wide and fixed on her father. He winced slightly.

"Yes…"

"I…" She coughed, "May I be excused?"

"Johanna," he breathed with concern, but he nodded anyway, knowing that it was neither the time nor the place to confront her on the matter. She would need time to think and mull over the news. Besides, he wanted Mrs. Lovett to have her moment of happiness and although Johanna's reaction had lessened her smile slightly, she still appeared to be genuinely happy. He was thankful for this.

"Excuse me , Mr.T, I'm going to go check on Johanna," Anthony rose from the table and went after his love, worry plastered to his face. The barber and baker made no attempt to stop him, but instead engaged in a light-hearted conversation with Toby.

"Will I get to carry the rings Mum?" Toby asked with hope-filled wide eyes.

"If that's what you would like, then of course you can love," she cupped his cheeks kindly, planting a soft kiss to his cheek.

"You may carry the rings," Sweeney spoke up, "but I also have a much more important job for you,"

"What's that Mr. T?" The child asked curiously, his voice immediately weakening. He was trying to sound cheery, that was apparent, however Sweeney could still hear his fear. He did not blame the boy for fearing him, but he wished he wouldn't.

"I would like you to walk my love down the aisle,"

Toby's smile practically took over his entire face.

"Can I?"

"Oh I would love that very much," Nellie's smile grew impossibly bigger, brightening her entire face. In that moment, it all came crashing over her. She was getting married, it was really happening. This thought could not have made her happier.

She had been married once before to a man named Albert. It was not as if she did not care for her dear deceased husband, but he had been more of a form of security than a lover to her. Sweeney, he was different. There was nothing she wanted more than to spend the rest of her life with him, through the good and the bad. Everything about the man, his imperfections and past cruelty, all of it, she loved. She loved him with every fiber of her being and finally, she was getting what she had desired for so long.

Him.

With these things swirling through her thoughts, she began to tear up.

"Is something wrong?" Sweeney asked with sudden concern. She couldn't help but laugh at his genuine concern.

"No Mr. T, I'm happy," she wiped away the salty drops of moisture from her eyes and brought her gaze to the two pairs of eyes staring at her intently. These were the only two men she needed in her life, and she loved them both.