Hi guys! It's been a while since I updated, and I apologize for that. I also apologize for the confusion of the last update. I was very unhappy with the first chapter, as I wrote it in about an hour, with absolutely NO revision or anything (very displeasing). So I decided for the sake of the story to revise it, then repost it. Sorry for all the confusion to those who had alerts, and found only one chapter. Here's the next one, for your mutual enjoyment.

Speaking of which, I'd like to make a few thank-you's to all my reviewers and alerters.

Reviews- Elwyndra, Princess dogooder, xXRemXx, and L.G./Christine Daae.

Alerts- Elwyndra, HisPhantomess, NeonFishnets, Sisakat, and xXRemXx.

And my one favorite, Bynamearose.

Thank you all for your kind words, suggestions, or just plain silly things to say. Hope you're happy with this chapter just as much as the last one. Oh, and the story switches POV here. I might do that occasionally

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As Lucy recounted her tragic tale, Mrs. Lovett had stayed completely silent. Her face remained motionless, and she never moved a muscle, looking as if she were a statue, carved from the palest marble. Inside, however, she was filled with conflict. She still found it hard to believe that the Judge could sink to such a low level. Of course, almost everyone in London knew of his little 'passion' for the barber's wife, but she never would have figured he would go so far as to…

"Mrs. Lovett?" Lucy's light voice hovered in the air, severing the older woman's connection with her thoughts. She quickly looked up, seeming like Galatea as she arouse from her reverie. "Are you alright?"

"I'm sorry, dearie," came her reply. "What were you saying?"

"I was wondering what to do about this situation," said Lucy tersely, not taking notice of her seeming apathy of the situation. All she was focused on was the fate of her husband.

"Well, love, they can't just haul him away like that," stated Mrs. Lovett tactfully, busying herself with jobs inside the small pie shop. She still had to keep business going, even if she rarely had customers anymore. "They have to give him at least a trial. I say tomorrow we go to the court, and try to plead his case. How can they doubt the words of two innocent women?"

The other woman just stood there, a bit shocked at Mrs. Lovett's words. She had always thought the woman a bit off her rocker, especially since the death of her dear husband Albert. But she had a point. "Alright, that sounds good. I shall take your word for it, and wait for you tomorrow morning." She bade Mrs. Lovett goodbye, and exited the cramped shop, heading up the stairs to her room. When she arrived, she slowly opened the door, and looked around the room.

It was true that their home was, as some people would consider it, 'small', but to the Barker's, it was all they needed. True, it couldn't hold as much as other homes, but it brought them closer together. But now, as Lucy crossed the room to place Johanna in her crib, it only seemed to be a reminder of happier times.

After the baby was placed in her crib, Lucy wandered over to the bed sitting in the corner of the room. As she approached the medium sized piece of furniture, she was overtaken with a flash of memory.

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Benjamin and Lucy lay in bed together, intertwined in each other's arms. They simply sat there, enjoying the pleasant waves of heat rolling off each other. It was raining outside, the soft droplets falling from the sky and dropping onto the window, blooming into small flowers of water. The couple, however, never took notice.

Benjamin had held a dreadful feeling in the pit of his stomach ever since this morning, when the Judge had come in for a shave. He had seemed wary of the barber, flinching and twitching at every little noise, and seeming almost glad when he could finally leave the small shop.

He turned to look at his wife, curled softly into his side. He quietly slid his arms beneath her small frame, and pulled her closely, enveloping her as if to shield her from the world. "Lucy, dear," he started, almost hesitantly.

"Hmmm," she murmured in response. Lucy had almost fallen asleep when she felt herself being pulled forward. Ben opened his mouth to speak, then closed it gently and seemed to go into thought. Now she was genuinely curious at what her husband had to say, for he seemed out of it.

Finally, he turned to her, and squeezed her tighter. He leaned down into her ear, and whispered, "I will never leave you." This caused shivers to run up Lucy's spine, and she looked up in question at her husband. He however seemed to lose interest in her, releasing her but still letting her lay in his arms. He turned his head and closed his eyes in thought.

Lucy, thinking nothing of what had just transpired, simply lay back down onto the bed, letting the gentle sounds of the rain and her husband's soft breaths lull her to sleep.

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Lucy looked down at the bed again, eyes roving over the covers and up the simple wooden posts. She then eased herself onto the bed. When she made contact with the sheets, she began to hug herself, as tears sprang to her eyes. That had been two nights ago. And now look what had happened. She silently let the tears fall, rocking herself slightly in an attempt to relieve the sadness. 'You promised me,' she thought darkly as she sobbed. 'What happened?' And with that, she fell asleep, tears still trickling down her face, nightmares ensuing until Mrs. Lovett would come to relieve her the next morning.

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There you are, my lovelies! Thank you for being so patient. This story is moving quite nicely for my tastes, and the next chapter should be up soon. Until next time!