Haunted Dreams
Chapter 5
And the sex frenzy begins. Every single night. Nellie couldn't believe her luck, or was it luck? Sweeney Todd was a dangerous man, he was a walking volcano, you never knew when he would explode and inflict pain. But Nellie finally had him. Finally had him to herself, he wasn't talking about Lucy or Johanna anymore, and he was moving on. But he was still cold, but not distant, never distant anymore.
He was all over Nellie, but it wasn't love. Nellie could tell it wasn't love, it was something else, something dangerous, at least that's what it felt like.
The days spinned in the same routine, Nellie wrote down all the events of her life into a diary. She's kept diaries her whole life and wrote about her day in one every single night right before bed. She was on her third diary now, having filled up the other two about fleet street. They could probably be sold as a horror story someday.
Every morning she would wake up and fix breakfast for her husband and herself, go to work, fix lunch for Sweeney and eat with him on their lunch breaks, go home after work fix dinner for her husband and herself. The routine was always the same, it's what happened after dinner that was interesting.
As she washed up the dishes, her barber would be there, the shadow of a hungry monster standing behind her. He attacked her neck. He loves her neck, that's what he whispers against it every night. He kisses it, spills his hot breath on it, licks it, Nellie wouldn't be surprised if she suddenly felt a sharp pain as two fangs dig into her flesh.
He pulls her away from her nightly chores and into the bedroom. Nellie's been wondering how he wasn't a demon anymore, he doesn't kill anymore and he's been rather nice to her, but here was the proof that he was still a monster.
He wasn't a demon on the streets, but he was in the sheets.
"It's a wife's duty to pleasure her husband at the end of the day." He told her. "And I don't want you working anymore."
"What? Why?" She pleaded as he pulled her dress off of her.
"Because, women don't need to work Nellie, that's the husband's job. Your suppose to stay home, clean the house, cook the meals, pleasure your husband at the end of the day," he cupped her face, staring into her eyes, not with affection but seriousness, "and bare the children." He crashed his mouth onto hers, pushing her naked body onto the bed.
"That's unfair." She complained. And it was, what a sextist bastard.
He grabbed her hips, that's another thing he loves on her body, her hips. He uses them to mount himself onto her. He looked back into her eyes, flashing her his demonic look. "You wanted to be my wife Nellie" he said teasing her, "this is what it means to be my wife." He pushed into her, making her gasp.
How dare he! How dare he make her think of that night, that night when all of this started. He was using her own words against her. That night in the bakehouse how she pleaded with him not to kill her, because she loved him, and saying she could be 'twice the wife that Lucy was'. It was that statement. He's using it against her now. Well she did love him, and she wanted to be his wife more than anything, so she took a deep breath and swallowed her anger, and let him thrust into her, filling her with his seed that she could hopefully give him a child soon.
This is what a good wife does, she told herself. This as been their sexual routine for a month now. Every night he would take her. Their first coupling was almost romantic, but these were not, Sweeney was rough and aggressive. It was never boring though, the man like to try a new position every time. He never speaked, and he barely kissed her, he would jam his tongue into her mouth when he started, but during, he would keep on her neck, lapping at her flesh, making goosebumps form down her whole body. He kept it simple, he wouldn't even touch her breast, strange man. It was clear he was attracted to her, then again he was locked away for fifteen years, he hasn't felt a woman's touch in a long time.
Nellie's favorite part of their nights was when the sex was done. He would roll over beside her, panting and exhausted. For some reason she would always feel wide awake, and it was her turn for pleasure. He would let her too, that was the best part. He laid still and didn't mind when she rolled onto his bare chest and kissed him passionately on the lips, kissed his neck, his chest, rubbing her hands through his hair, down his chest too his manhood. Some nights when work wasn't too bad and he wasn't too tired he would kiss her back, and hold her in his arms. And he would even tell her to get some sleep for later in the night he would wake her up to be inside her again.
This was their nightly routine. Nellie grew tired of it sometimes, but she didn't complain. She was just curious to why he was doing it. Was it lust? His plan to make a family? Did he really want her to give him children that badly?
"Sweeney, why do you want children so badly?"
"Are you pregnant?" Sweeney replied looking up at her from the newspaper he was reading.
"No. Why, do you want me to be?"
"Yes." He said sounding bored, you'd think she'd figure it out by now, we been at it for over a month.
"Your serious?"
"Didn't we already settle this? You said you wanted to start making a family, I agreed, and that's what were doing." He looked at her shocked expression as the reality hits her. "Is it really so hard to believe?"
"Yes. Well… I know we settled this before, but I'm just shocked because of how simple and quick it is. You just don't seem like the fatherly type." He looked up again and glared at her.
"I'm sorry; I just thought that you didn't want to have children again, after what happened to Johanna..."
"On the contrary Nellie, that is the reason why I want to be a father again, it'll help us move forward, get our minds off the past."
"Yes, that would be good." She said thinking of Toby.
And just as if that conversation between them was magic, the next week Nellie started to throw up... a lot. At first she thought she was just getting sick, and then she realized she hasn't had her period for two months now. Oh great. Nellie thought putting a hand on her stomach. She thought she would be happy, I mean this is all she's ever wanted; to bare Sweeney Todd's children, but she felt worried, even scared. But would their routine still go on. Now that she was expecting their wasn't any need for them to continue their behavior, was there?
She looked out her shop window and saw Sweeney in his shop shaving a customer. She decided to tell him at break, that's the best time for them to talk. Nellie didn't know why she came into work today, she felt awful, and every time she saw food she wanted to get sick. What she thought was worse was that she still had an appetite, and at every meal she ate more than she usually did, but then minutes later it would come back up, she couldn't keep anything down but water. She was also extremely tried; she didn't sleep well that night, again. Every night she had nightmares about Lucy torturing her, Nellie's pretty certain the woman is haunting her. Why would she not? The nightmares were also much more heightened and strange, she heard that pregnancy will give you weird dreams, she now believes that it's true.
The time for their lunch break strikes, and Nellie ran out of her shop to Sweeney's before he could even get out the door. She slammed right into him.
"Ahhh, Nellie what the hell?"
"Sweeney I have to tell you something." Nellie said out of breath. She led Sweeney back inside his shop
"What?"
Nellie took a deep breath, she was suddenly very nervous, I can't do it, I can't do this, I don't think I'm ready to be a mother. No... No of course I'm ready, I want this. I have to tell him. But she couldn't find the words, her tongue felt like sandpaper.
Meanwhile Sweeney was getting irritated. "Nellie, what is it?" He growled at her. She couldn't even form her mouth to say the words, just two simple words, her head started pounding, and the room started spinning. She felt like she was going to vomit then pass out right in front of him. Sweeney glared at her and grabbed her fiercely by the shoulders, glaring into her eyes. "Nellie!" She started shaking violently and she was starting to sweat. Just tell him she screamed at herself. You're making him pissed, just say it. "What the hell is wrong with you woman!?" He hollered at her, his fury turning to worry.
Nellie took another shaky breath. "Ssweeeney... I... I'm..."
"Your what Nell?"
"I'm..." I'm going to pass out she thought.
"Nellie, what is-"
"I'M PREGNANT!" She shouted interrupting him. Sweeney let go of her shoulders and backed away staring at her in disbelief.
She took a deep breath. Now that she finally gained her courage back she felt fine, still nauseous though. She stared back at him. Now she was the one feeling pissed. "Well say something!" She demanded.
"That's my pet." He said suddenly picking her up in his arms and spinning her around the room, which Nellie enjoyed because it was so romantic, but then hated it because it made her feel even more dizzy. She could feel the bile running up her throat. Sweeney stopped spinning her and crashed his mouth onto hers. Unfortunately the kiss didn't last as Nellie pushed away from him and vomited all over the floor.
Many minutes later, after the mess was all cleaned up, Sweeney and Nellie were sitting inside Nellie's shop eating lunch.
"I can't believe you still have an appetite after what I just did." Nellie said watching him eat a sandwich.
"I've gotten used to it when Lucy was pregnant." Sweeney said, before the bad memories could reach him he changed the subject. "I can't believe you have an appetite." He looked at Nellie eating her soup. "Are you sure that won't come back up?"
"Oh it will. I haven't been able to keep anything down yet."
Sweeney looked at her like she was stupid. "Then why are you eating?"
"Because I'm starving." Nellie replied with a mouth full of soup. Sweeney rolled his eyes at her. He can tell this will be just buckets of fun. Nellie noticed his look. "Regretting your plan yet?" She said a demonic smile playing on her lips.
"Nope, never, I'm glad we're expecting."
When they finished their lunch, Nellie cleared the plates away and came to sit back down at the table. Sweeney smiled and grabbed her hands. "So how long have you been pregnant?"
"It's about a month I think." She suddenly felt sick, and knowing what was coming next she got up from the table. "Excuse me" she said walking into the bathroom.
That night Sweeney wouldn't let her eat dinner. "I don't care if you're hungry; I don't want you throwing up on me all night."
While getting ready for bed Nellie looked at herself in the mirror. She put her hand on her stomach and smiled warmly. Her heart was already filling with love. "I love you little one, even though you won't let me feed you." She said rubbing her belly.
"I see you've started to talk to it." Sweeney said standing behind her, folding his arms around and placing his hands on her stomach. Nellie turned to face him and put her arms around his neck. She leaned up and kissed him, pouring all the love she could into the kiss. She loved him so much and even more now that he gave her a child. He kissed her back while pushing her onto the bed.
"Careful love. We have a little one to think about now."
"Indeed we do pet." Sweeney said kissing her neck, rubbing his hands on her belly. The baby was already starting to kick, she must of got pregnant fast, Sweeney thought kissing his wife. "It's kicking." From the look Nellie was giving him, he guessed that the kicking just started. Nellie's eyes filled with tears of joy, and love. Or were the hormones starting as well. She leaned up and kissed him once more.
"I love you." She muttered in his ear. He laid her back down on the bed and positioned himself on top of her.
"I know." He breathed on her neck.
"Oh Sweeney you'll say you'll love me when the baby comes out." Sweeney thrust inside of her ignoring her comment. Nellie was about to say something else, when Sweeney crashed his mouth onto hers.
After their sex, Nellie rested her head on Sweeney's chest, and rested her hand on her belly. "This is going to take some getting used to."
"What, sex? You should be used to that by now, pet."
"No, the kicking that's going on inside me." Nellie said laughing. "What do you think it'll be?"
"It better be a girl."
Nellie looked up at him thinking he was joking, but his face told her other wise. "Your serious?"
"Yes. I want my Johanna back."
Nellie honestly wasn't expecting this. So that's why he wanted children so bad. She thought. "She won't look the same."
"I figure, but that's alright." Sweeney said kissing the top of Nellie's head. He closed his eyes and prepared to fall asleep. He expected her to give him his darling Johanna, that's a lot of pressure on Nellie. But she'll do it, she'll gladly do it. It'll be easy to do, if nature doesn't get in the way.
"What if it's a boy?"
"Then the next one will be a girl."
Nellie looked up to him. "And what if I have ten sons?"
Sweeney looked down to her. "Then the elevenith will be a girl."
"What if I have twenty sons?" She said laughing.
"Then the twenty-first will be a girl." He replied all too serious.
"I really hope that doesn't happen."
Sweeney scooted Nellie up closer to him so that their eyes were leveled. "I'm trusting you to give me my girl back. You should be honored."
"I am! Believe me I am." Nellie said beaming.
He smiled at her, not demonicly but warmly. Gentle. "Can you do it? Can you give my little Johanna?"
"Yes. I promise." She Kissed his lips and rested her head back against his chest, waiting for sleep to wisp her away.
"Don't make promises you can't keep, pet."
She smiled and he kissed her head, "Goodnight my loves." He muttered, laying his hand on Nellie's belly.
