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Review replies to Emma: Sorry if it was confusing. Sweeney was acting like Benjamin in the previous chapter and he'll continue to act like that and in this chapter. We are all used to Sweeney but isn't Benjamin cute as well? Thank you for the wonderful review and thank you for still supporting the story! :)

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Chapter 50

The rest few days passed calmly and Grace was able to get up from the bed without a problem. She had plenty of help from Johanna and from…Sweeney. Yes, Sweeney helped her in everything she needed; a thing that had started to annoy Grace. It wasn't that she didn't need help or that she was ungrateful. No, far from that. The problem was that Sweeney wasn't…Sweeney anymore. He acted like a completely different person. He was calm, gentle, nice and spoke softly to them. Sweeney wasn't supposed to be nice and soft. Grace would catch him staring of into space or stare at her, Madeline and Johanna for hours without speaking; he just stared and a small smile would play on his lips. If she didn't know him better Grace would say that he was obsessed with the three of them and most of all Grace. Not that he wasn't overprotective over Johanna or the baby but he was especially nice to Grace and she had started feeling a bit uncomfortable with the whole situation.

She guessed that all the things that had happened those last few weeks had gotten into him and were responsible for his change. Loosing the baby, the fights between them everything must have affected him in some way, it was the only explanation she could give. She was so used to his moody behavior that seeing him acting all…lovey dovey made her feel unnerved.

So, there she was again, mending one of his shirts up in his room while he stared at her, razor in hand since he had just finished with a customer. Johanna was with Maddy downstairs making lunch. She looked up and looked at him and he smiled, waving at her and she sighed, returning to her work.

"Will you put that blade away from your hurt hand?" she asked him and he looked at her with his head cocked to the side.

"I'm just holding it. What's wrong with the razor, Gracie?" he asked her softly and she shrugged.

"I don't like razors." She said and he chuckled, placing the silver object in his holster.

"There. It's gone. Satisfied?" he asked with a smile playing on his lips.

"Yes…" she muttered and his smile widened even more if that was possible. He leaned forwards, his elbows resting on his knees and stared at her face and then moved his eyes to the rest of her. His eyes went to the white dress with the black lace and nodded his head in appreciation.

"Will you stop staring me?" she asked gently and he looked at her face before speaking.

"You look lovely in that dress." He whispered and she stopped what she was doing to look at him to see if he was joking. He wasn't. His gaze was serious and his eyes warm as they stared into her own.

"Um…thank you. Johanna bought it for me…" she replied uncomfortably.

"Beautiful…" he said and she narrowed her eyes as she looked at his shirt. She could still feel his eyes on her and she bit her lip.

"Please stop sta…" she started but he cut her of.

"I can't…come here…" he said softly and she reluctantly placed the unfinished piece of clothing on the bed and approached him. He opened his arms to her and she obliged, letting him pull her in his embrace and onto his lap. His arms locked around her waist and pressed her closer, his lips placing a kiss on her exposed collarbone. She kissed the top of his head as he moved his lips to her neck. He nuzzled into her skin and smiled.

"Nice…" he mumbled in his soft voice and she had to say what she wanted.

"Will you stop doing that!? It's abnormal!" she suddenly said and he looked at her confused.

"What? I can't kiss my wife?' he asked and she huffed.

"It's really weird! I mean…you never act like this!" she said pointing at him and he raised an eyebrow.

"Act like what? Like a proper man? How would you like me to act then?" he asked her calmly and she was even more confused.

"Snap at me! Growl! Just …" she trailed of and he stared at her, slight anger in his eyes that made her think that he would come back to his old self but he didn't. He just shrugged and laid his head on her collarbone with a sigh.

"I don't know what you mean. And I'm not acting weird. What should I do? Hit you and push you around?" he asked and she sighed heavily for the third time.

"You really shouldn't do that. You're ruining the mood." He said, kissing her again.

"What mood?" she asked and he smiled.

"I'm trying to be romantic if you haven't noticed." He replied and she looked at him.

"Oh boy, I have. That's a fact." She said as she looked at his black hair.

"You know…you should cut your hair a bit…they make you look older." She said certain that that would do it and make him angry.

"You think? All right…" he said and she cried in frustration.

"You're unbelievable." She muttered at last and he smirked.

"Thank you."

"You never wear white clothes…Lucy used to wear them all the time…" he said after a while and she shrugged.

"I don't particularly like the color…I mean it's nice but …I don't think it would suit me…I have too white complexion to wear white." She said and his fingers touched the fabric of her dress, his fingers moving over the lace design.

"You never act like her either…" he said in a barely audible voice.

"What do you mean?"

"She…she was too vulnerable…too fragile…Always proper, never disagreed in anything. She was obedient. And you are not." He said, looking at her, his last statement followed by a chuckle.

"She never talked back to anyone…polite…she was very polite." He said, looking at her hand, tracing her palm with the tips of his fingers.

"Well, I'm sorry if I have so many flaws." She said as she stood up from his lap, making him furrow his brows in confusion.

"Flaws?" he asked as she walked to the bed and took his shirt, making her way towards the door.

"Well, I, obviously, am not angelic and I'm not weak. Anymore faults you are finding in me?" she asked with her hands on her hips. She knew she was pushing her luck but lately he had been comparing her with his diseased wife a lot. He would comment on anything she did and then compare it with what his previous wife did.

"Wait a minute. I never said that you have flaws." He defended and she straightened her dress.

"You didn't? Lat time when I was feeding Madeline you said that it was improper for a woman to do that." She said and he stood up from the chair.

"I never said that. I said that Lucy thought it was improper. I never…" he started but she cut him of.

"And why would I care what she thought!?" she asked and he froze.

He stared at her for a while before he turned his back to her and walked to the window. Grace regretted what she said the minute she saw his form stiffening. Now, the normal Sweeney Todd would snap at her for saying something so bad about Lucy. But the new Sweeney didn't. Those last days had been extremely stressed for Grace and her mood hadn't been so good. She looked at her feet, the dead silence of the room making her feel even guiltier. She threw the shirt on the bed and walked closer to him. She placed her hands to his shoulders and was relieved when he didn't push her away.

"I'm sorry…I shouldn't have said that."

"It's fine. I shouldn't talk about her…" he muttered, his eyes moving to her hand resting on his right shoulder.

"No…no…I'm not very well lately…" she whispered and he turned around.

"Why?" he asked, moving his palm to her cheek.

Because you're different and I don't know what to expect from you anymore… She thought but she just smiled.

"I don't know."

He looked at her in the eyes and smiled, pulling her closer by the back of her neck.

"You're not weak…any other woman would have fallen into depression by loosing a child…but you didn't…Any woman would have hated me for leaving her and accusing her but you don't hate me…" he said.

So, he remembered everything that had happened. That was a relief. Maybe acting the way he did was a way of apologizing to her. His hand moved to the ribbon holding her hair in a high ponytail and undid it, letting her brown locks cascade down her shoulders.

"I've told you to keep your hair down, Gracie." He said with a husky growl and she was happy to hear that sound coming from him again.

"It's not very handy when I'm doing my chores." She said and he smirked before tangling his fingers in her hair, tugging her face closer to him.

"So, my hair makes me look old, eh?" he asked, his lips brushing hers every time he spoke.

"Um…no." she said and closed the gap between them, kissing him lovingly on the mouth, her arms locking around his neck while his went to her waist. They broke apart when a knock came to the door and Johanna walked in with a giggling Maddy in her arms.

"Maddy!" Sweeney cried happily as he walked over to the, and Johanna handed her to him with a chuckle.

"She's in a good mood today. No crying." Johanna said as Grace kissed her daughter's cheek and walked to Johanna's side.

"I have bad news. We have to go to the market. I'm out of potatoes for lunch." She said and Grace nodded.

"Sure. I wanted to go out for a while. Sweeney will stay with Maddy, right?" she said but the barber was already waving her away, his attention on the baby girl. Both women laughed and left the room, leaving Sweeney with his pink dressed daughter.

He wrinkled his nose in disgust when he saw her clothes and shook his head.

"Why they insist on dressing you like pink candy?" he muttered and somehow the baby found his expression rather funny for she started giggling, wiggling happily in her father's lap. He narrowed his eyes trying not to smile at the sound of her giggles but when he tickled her belly she released another happy fit of giggles that made him grin like a fool.

"You think it's funny, eh? You should look at…." He stopped as he took a better look at her. He had to admit that the pink flattered the baby's milky white skin and eyes.

"Well…I suppose you are…nice in it…but I still don't like it." He said as he hugged her almost possessively to him and leaned back on the chair he had been sitting.

He placed her on his chest and started humming a soothing tune that Grace used to hum at nights and he felt the baby relaxing. He smiled and kissed the top of her small head.

"Nice, eh…? Mommy knows…" he whispered as the baby moved her small hand on his tie.

"She's right…I'm going soft…" he muttered with a frown and Maddy giggled again, making Sweeney frown more.

End of chapter 50

Author's note: Thank you for reading! A little fluffiness as requested by my reviewer Phantom'sAnge!

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