She knew.
She didn't know exactly how, but she knew. It was common sense, really. The unprotected sex, the strange nausea that only came during the mornings, and the fact that she was supposed to have gotten her period over a week ago.
Mrs. Lovett was pregnant.
She sat on the sofa in her living room with her legs curled up to her chest, tears brimming in her eyes as she thought of what she was going to do. If it wasn't for the certain circumstances she was living under, she would be more than thrilled to realize she was pregnant, but there was so much wrong with this situation. Becoming impregnated out of wedlock, to a man who kills men for a living, and whose best friends are seven pieces of sharp metal. What would the neighbors think?
Mrs. Lovett paused momentarily, and thought about that last question, and the dread quickly left her. The neighbors already thought she was odd, this wouldn't hurt their opinions on her much more.
Also, after having four miscarriages that left her in a sharp state of depression for weeks on end, she promised herself she wouldn't bare with the pain again. Yes, the four failed attempts were all from the same man, but just because this father was a different man, didn't mean the baby was going to live. She didn't want to get her hopes up and have them immediately crushed down on her once she went into labor when she was only four or five months pregnant. The pain was just too much to bare. She was also getting older now, if she wasn't able to give birth to a healthy baby in her twenties, what were the chances that she would be able to in her late thirties, early fourties?
And finally, the last problem-what was Sweeney going to say? Mrs. Lovett felt butterflies in her stomach as she thought of this. He was obviously the father, no man had shared such violent intercourse with her in years. He would be angry, no doubt, and might even lash out on her angrily. Thus killing the baby and leading her back to her first problem.
She put her hand on her stomach and sighed. There was nothing left to do but to pretend, as always, like nothing is wrong. Yes, after quite some months, it's going to be obvious that she's pregnant, but she'll try and hide it the best she can. Besides, naive little Toby would believe anything she'd say, and Sweeney didn't even notice when she'd dyed her hair.
Mrs. Lovett sighed and rubbed her stomach slowly.
It'll just be our little secret, she thought to herself, and began wondering what gender the baby would be. She would love him or her either way. For a girl, she was always fond of the names Madison, or Emily. And maybe for a boy-Skylar, or Peter.
She closed her eyes and leaned against the sofa, a tear escaping from her eyes. Yes, our little secret, she thought to herself again. Please give me another chance. Please, please live.
A/N: Aww I love babies!
Okey dokes, so that's all I got for now. Read and review when you can and let me know what you think. I wrote this on a weekend I was off, and since I'm in the middle of tech week for a show, it might be another two weeks or so before I can add on. BUT. I hope you all enjoyed this, and if you did, I'll probably end up adding another chapter soon. I'll try my best!