A/N: Wow, I got through this one quickly :P

Sweeney sat on the floor of their shared bedroom, not ready to sleep yet. Mrs. Lovett was sitting up in the bed; he wasn't even sure he wanted to sleep in the same bed with her again.

"Wot are you going to say to them?" Mrs. Lovett nodded at the paper in his hands. He re-read the letter to her.

Dear Anthony.
All is well here – we're settling down in a town, but we don't want you coming after us. Sorry there's been no contact – we've been on the run for quite a while.
We'll keep you updated
S.T

"Aren't you going to ask him about getting identification?" Mrs. Lovett asked.

"I looked up something in the library while I was getting the paper. If we get married here, we'll get identification papers," he muttered, folding the letter and placing it in his jacket pocket.

Mrs. Lovett smiled and nodded, sliding down on the bed and resting her head on the pillow.

"Coming to bed love?" she asked, looking at him innocently.

His eyes narrowed slightly, but he moved towards the bed and sat down on it. As he took his shoes off and lay down, he hoped that tonight would be easier.

It was for her.

As soon as he was comfortable, she had rolled over and, five minutes later, was asleep.

Sweeney woke five minutes later to crying. He blinked stupidly, trying to figure out what was going on. He soon realized it was Mrs. Lovett, sobbing into the pillow. Sweeney sat up, rubbing his eyes with one hand.

"What is it?" he mumbled, and her whole body went rigid,

"I'm sorry," she gasped, struggling for air. "I didn't mean to wake you,"

"What's wrong?" when she didn't face him, he put a gentle hand on her shoulder, pulling her so she rolled.

Her face was wet with tears, and she was having trouble breathing.

"Sit up," he commanded, and she did so, heaving in a deep breath. "Now tell me what's wrong,"

"It's just…" she started, but shook her head. "It's nothing…just something stupid,"

"It's the boy, isn't it,"

She nodded, bursting into a fresh round of tears.

"That's not stupid," he said gently. It was too late for him to berate her.

"Yeah it is. He's been gone for ages now." she whispered when she'd finally calmed down.

"You shouldn't feel obliged to get over it so quickly."

She stared at him for a long time, before nodding. She took his hand, and to her pleasure, he didn't pull away.

"Thank you," she said softly, and lay down, still holding his hand.

He watched her carefully. Should he pull his hand away? He remained sitting, and she entwined her fingers with his before closing her eyes.

This was getting weird, but Sweeney found he couldn't bare pull away.

Soon enough, she was asleep and her grip on him released. He pulled his hand away and lay down, still watching her. Eventually, he fell into a deep sleep.

To Sweeney's surprise, he slept most of the night. He woke with the dawn, finding Mrs. Lovett had somehow rolled closer to him in the night. He shifted away carefully, making sure not to wake her. He slid off the bed and crept out of the room, made sure Jess was still asleep, and then left the inn. He walked down the streets of the town, trying to find a mail carrier.

Eventually, he found one, giving them his letter and writing down the address. The sun was well in the sky now as he returned to the inn.

As Sweeney climbed the stairs, he heard crying and a frantic Jess, although he couldn't make out what she was saying. He hurried to the door and opened it, finding Mrs. Lovett on the floor, slumped against the wall with her head in her hands. Jess was crouched next to her.

When Sweeney opened the door, they both looked up in shock, and Mrs. Lovett's eyes widened. She stood quickly, bursting into tears as she sprang at him. She engulfed him in a hug, and he frowned, not hugging her back.

"What's this about then?"

"I thought you'd left," she half sobbed, half hiccoughed.

"What?"

"Last night…I thought you'd…got sick of me or something…I thought I'd gone to far and you had left us…." she spoke in a rush, her sentences broken by her sobs.

Sweeney marveled at her insecurity. He finally let his arms fold around her, giving her a hug for the first time. He glanced at Jess, who was smiling. She winked at him, and he knew she was right – Mrs. Lovett did love him.

"Let's get married today," he whispered to her, indulging her fantasies. She pulled away from him, holding him at arm's length, waiting for the punch line.

"Today?" she repeated and he nodded.

"We can't stay in this inn much longer…we'll run out of money. We've got to buy that house and start a business soon," he tried to justify it, but the way her face lit up told him that she wasn't thinking of it like that.

"Did you find any place that would marry us?" she asked and he nodded.

"There's a small church, at the back of the town." he answered and she wiped her eyes, letting go of him.

"Jess…go put on one of those dresses I bought for you," Mrs. Lovett grinned with delight, and Jess rolled her eyes.

"Do you have a suit, Mr T?" her spirits were lifted completely, her apprehension had vanished.

"No," he said stubbornly, glancing down at the clothes he was wearing.

They were fine, weren't they?

"Come on, we have enough money for a suit," she pressured him, but he shook his head.

"I'm not spending money on something I'll only wear once," he protested, and she feigned shock.

"But Benjamin, we'll be attending church every Sunday. We have to fit in, don't we," she grinned, enjoying herself.

"As if the lord would forgive us," he muttered and she smiled almost sadly.

"Please Benjamin. Just for me?" she pleaded, staring at him with wide eyes.

Damn. What the hell was she doing to him?

"Fine,"

A/N: Aww, he humor's her.