Bright Mornings

Summary: He couldn't remember ever having mornings so bright. Not even with Lucy. Some OOC-ness. Pure, un-diluted fluff.

A/N: I think I have some sort of disease that prevents me from writing Sweenett fluff exceeding a page or so. Is it just me? Or did I just get the lazy muses? This is my shortest one yet. I swear the next one will be my longest to make up for it.


Sweeney watched as Nellie's eyelashes fluttered slightly and her eyes opened.

"Good morning." He whispered.

"Mornin'." The baker replied, snuggling into his chest. A moment later she gave a gasp and sat bolt upright, glancing out of the window, through which bright morning sunlight was streaming.

"Oh no!" Nellie muttered, wriggling out of Sweeney's hold and jumping up, muttering all the while. "How late is it? I should've been up hours ago! People'll be wantin' pies."

"Nellie…"

"An' I was sold out yesterday, so I'll have to start from scratch, an' Toby'll be wonderin' why I'm not up, an'-"

"Nellie."

"Oh, why did we oversleep?"

Sweeney realised she wasn't listening to him. So he did the only thing he could think of. He stood up, walked over to the near-hysterical baker and kissed her quite forcefully.

"Nellie, love." He whispered into her auburn hair when they separated. "It's Sunday."

"Oh." The baker thought for a moment. "So it is. Huh."

"Shall we start again?"

"I'd like that."

Sweeney smirked, and picked her up easily, his arms under her shoulders and knees, and walked over to the bed, depositing her neatly and laying beside her, whereupon Nellie promptly resumed her previosu position. They seemed to go through this routine at least once a fortnight. They woke up late on a Sunday, Nellie panicked because she forgot what day it was, and then he carried her back to bed, silently amused the ease with which she panicked.

He couldn't remember ever having mornings so bright. Not even with Lucy. Whatever happened, life was never dull for Sweeney and Nellie.