A/N: Hi, loves. Sorry for the waitbut I haven't been on the computer too much. Hope you like the chapter though.

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Chapter 35

The sun was setting and it cast a warm orange color on Eva's front little porch. Two chairs were looking at the street, but only one was occupied. The barber was sitting in one of the chairs with his body leaning forward. His elbows were resting on his knees as he gazed at the street. His eyes flickered and he caught a glimpse of three children playing in Mrs. Darcy's porch; two blonde ones and one with brown hair. Oliver was laughing and running around with the other two boys, completely oblivious of the barber's stormy musings. Neither was he aware of the fact that the father he wanted so much was right there, just a few feet away from him, watching him as he played.

Sweeney sighed and buried his face in his hands. He raked his fingers through his dark hair and settled his eyes on the ground. He heard shoes clicking on the floor, but he didn't look up. He heard the soft clatter of a tray and the scent of lilacs assaulted his nostrils. He closed his eyes and inhaled as he waited for her to turn and walk back inside the house. He was startled when he felt the unexpected touch of her hand on his shoulder.

He slowly looked up and locked eyes with her. She removed her hand from his shoulder and smiled at him tentatively.

"Tea." She stated as she poured him a cup while he watched her mutely. When she was done, she handed it to him and poured a cup for herself as well.

She sat down and looked at the next porch, a small smile on her face. Sweeney watched as the faint sunlight illuminated her cheek, making her scar more obvious than it really was. The barber tightened his hold on the teacup and stared at her with mounting intensity.

"I am not angry anymore, you know." She stated softly while still looking at her son.

The barber remained silent, still looking at her until she turned to face him.

"He isn't too. He actually scolded me for reprimanding you that evening." She chuckled as she looked at her lap.

"He loves you." She said quietly and the barber blinked.

"No, he doesn't."

At that Eva looked up, "Of course he does. He's become dependent on you."

"He doesn't know who I am. He is just getting by with what he has." He said hoarsely.

"I don't think that's true." She argued, "We could always tell him. Explain everything to him." She said softly.

"But you don't trust me." He said and she inhaled sharply.

"That's not true."

"You got so angry about something that could have happened even in your presence." He said as he placed his teacup on the small table between them with more force than was necessary.

"I realize that now and…I understand that I overreacted." She admitted, "And I am sorry I made you feel bad. But I really want you to spend time with him. And I want him to know that you're his father." She finished and he looked away.

"But you still do not trust me."

"I trust you!" she said almost desperately, "I just…It's hard for me to share…these responsibilities because I've been alone so far. I don't want to be the bad person here. I really have no problem with you being with my son-our son." She said as she set her own cup on the table and brushed his hand with her cool fingers.

"You're not the bad person here, Eva. There are many things you don't know about me. About what I've done. You don't know anything." He whispered roughly even though he shivered under her touch.

"I don't want to know anything." she said as she took her hand away and folded her hands at her lap, "I really don't and I don't expect you to tell me anything you have no wish to tell me. But I truly want you…here. If that's what you want." She said and he watched as she suddenly stood up.

"I am going to call him inside for dinner." She said thickly before she walked down the porch's steps.

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Oliver got out of bed clumsily and walked out of his room while sleepily rubbing his eye with his small fist. He yawned and stepped into the parlor when he saw light. He blinked and his eyes searched the source of light. A strange sound assaulted his ears and he turned to his right. In the chair near the fireplace he saw Sweeney leaning close to his hands while they held something. Curiously, he stepped closer to the barber and his eyes widened.

"What is that?" he asked as he looked at the object in the barber's hands. The barber looked up, surprise evident in his eyes as his hands stilled.

"What are you doing out of bed at this hour?" Sweeney asked instead of answering the child's question.

"I woke up." The boy said, still staring at the barber's hands.

"It's a horse. Well, I intend for it to be a horse. When I am done." He said after clearing his throat. He rolled the half made wooden horse in his hands and quickly pocketed his silver razor. It was the only thing he had taken with him when he had left Fleet Street and he hadn't used it for quite sometime.

"Who are you making it for?" The child asked eagerly and the barber leaned back in his comfy chair.

"Oh, I don't know just yet. I'll see." He said with a shrug and a teasing tone in his voice that the boy wasn't able to recognize. He watched as Oliver's shoulders slumped and his face fell a little bit.

"Oh…alright." The little boy muttered before he turned and walked away. Sweeney's mouth turned up in mirth and as soon as the child was out of sight he let out a soft chuckle.

"That wasn't very nice." He heard after a few seconds and he looked at the doorway. Eva was standing there clad in her nightdress with a smirk on her face.

"I didn't do anything." The barber said nonchalantly as she pushed herself away from the door and approached him barefoot.

"You could have said that you're making it for him." She chided and he smirked.

"Now, how would that be a surprise, pet?" He asked as he placed the horse on the small table next to him.

When she was close enough he took her hand and pulled her swiftly onto his lap. She landed with a yelp and he chuckled. He pulled her to him and buried his face in her hair. The palm of his hand came to rest on her hip while he slid the other upwards towards her neck. He grasped the back of her neck and pulled her forward until their foreheads were touching. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, his breath mingling with hers as they stayed there for a while. His hand tightened on her hip after some time and he shifted his head so he could press his lips to the corner of her mouth. She sighed against his mouth and he took the opportunity to deepen the kiss. His fingers got tangled in her hair, trying to pull her closer still. He groaned softly as she pulled away and gasped for breath. He leaned his forehead against hers again but didn't release her from his hold.

"I want you." He murmured against her lips and she inhaled sharply at the sound of his voice.

She smiled, remembering a long time ago when he couldn't voice those words to her.

"Then take me." She murmured right back with a soft smile. His eyes locked with hers before he stood up and picked her up with a growl. Her legs went around his waist as he captured her lips with his own again. His hands moved up and down her spine as he walked them towards the bedroom.

He pushed the door closed quietly with his foot before he positioned her on the bed and covered her body with his with a soft moan. His hands groped frantically for the hem of her nightdress and he pulled it up as he broke away from her lips to kiss and suck on her neck. Her back arched off the bed as his hands found her bare thighs. She wrapped her legs around his clothed hips and pulled him closer as her hands traveled down his chest and towards his stomach. They reached his belt buckle and she started working on it while one of his hands cupped her breast through her clothing. She moaned softly and his lips found hers again when she finally managed to undo his trousers. He grabbed hold of her hands and pushed them above her head as he thrust into her with a hiss. Eva's mouth parted in a silent gasp as he set up a steady rhythm with his face buried in the crook of her neck.

It didn't last long and he collapsed on top of her while panting heavily, but as he rested there against her, Eva felt at peace in a way that she had never felt before.

End of chapter 35

Author's note: Thank you for reading! I am sorry if it was short but it had to be.

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