Author's Note: Sorry this took so long. I've been babysitting and all sorts of stuff. This chapter is fluffy and I really don't like it, but onto the plot next chapter!
Dislaimer: I own a new phone!
Me Rumpled Bedding Legitimized...
Sweeney felt himself smirk lightly as he turned to his pregnant... Eleanor. "I guess it was a silly proposal, wasn't it?"
"Are yeh sayin'-"
"That I want to marry you? Of course." He smiled and pulled her towards him... but instead of hugging her, he lightly twirled her around him. "My pet, if you are having my baby, I am surely going to marry you and make you mine."
"I already am yers." She breathed as he danced her around the kitchen.
"Yes. But not legally." He leaned in and pressed his lips onto her warm cheek. "I want you mine in every way possible."
She smiled. Happiness washing over herself as he lightly lifted her into the air and spun her again. She knew he was being extra careful because of the precious cargo she was carrying, but she still enjoyed their sweet little dance. Sweeney Todd was becoming ever so much closer to be the man he once had been... and Nellie smiled; the only difference was, this time, he was in love with her.
"Sweeney, love, wot do yeh think we shoul' name the baby when i's born?" Eleanor managed to mumble out one night during dinner.
Toby looked over at her as he spit his food back onto his plate in shock. "Where did that come from mum?"
Nellie ignored him. "So love?"
Sweeney stared over at her, unsure of how to answer the question. "Well, what did you have in mind?"
He realized, it had been a mistake to ask.
"Well I was thinkin' if we 'ave a girl, we coul' name her somethin' pretty... like after a flower or somthin'. Like maybe Rose, or Lily, maybe even Violet..." She paused. "An' if we 'ave a boy, I was going ter name 'im after yeh."
"You're going to name our child Sweeney?" He asked, munching into a piece of bread.
"No." She stated, trying to compose herself to speak next. "I was going ter name 'im Benjamin."
Silence followed after she spoke.
Sweeney dropped his gaze from her and felt himself shake. Did he really want a son named Benjamin? One that would remind him of who he had once been... a reminder of Lucy and Johanna...?
"I'm sorry I said anything, Mr. T." She whispered, getting up from the table. "I'm going ter bed. This baby is exhausting me."
Sweeney was shaken out of his thoughts by her voice, but couldn't bring himself to stop her from leaving the table, and he hated himself for it.
"Mr. Todd, why did that shock you so much?" Toby asked.
Sweeney stared at the boy, frowning. "I could ask the same thing."
"This whole baby thing is just, different, Mr. Todd. I mean, mum was always giving her attention to me, and now she shares it with you, and soon a new baby..."
"Toby," Sweeney mumbled. "Mrs. Lovett treats you like her own, and she always has, and I don't think a new baby is going to change that. You're already her child as much as the one in her womb."
Toby nodded lightly. "I know, I'm just scared."
"So am I." Sweeney muttered. "Child birthing isn't a simple process. If one little thing goes wrong, Eleanor could die."
"What!? Then why are you letting her do it?"
"Do you really think she would let us stop her? She's too damn stubborn for her own good." Sweeney folded his arms across his chest and stood up, stepping away from the table. "I need to talk to her about this baby name. I don't think I want a son named Benjamin."
"Does it remind you too much of your old self sir?" Toby asked before Sweeney managed to reach the stairs.
"Yes. Yes it does."
Eleanor was angry with herself. She hadn't meant to make Sweeney upset... she had figured he might like having a son named after him. She figured wrong.
"Ooh." She mumbled, pulling herself into the bed.
She hadn't even noticed in her slight struggle to lay down, that Sweeney had silently entered the room, and was watching with a slight smile across his lips, her attempts to pull the covers over her enlarged stomach.
"Need some help, my pet?" Sweeney asked, causing her to jump.
"Oy, Sweeney, scaring me like tha' ain't good for the baby." She muttered, clutching her chest.
"Well you've been seeming to have a little more trouble pulling the covers over yourself." When he saw he glaring, he held his hands out defensively. "I mean you're not fat. I'm just saying the baby is getting bigger and-"
"Don't try ter save yehself now." She muttered sitting up. "Now, for wot do I owe this visit love?"
Sweeney sighed, knowing she would eventually get to why he was here.
"I want to talk about the child's name." He started. "I figure, if it's a boy, I'm going to let you name it whatever you want. Benjamin or not, that is your decision. But if the child happens to be a girl, I get to name her."
Nellie raised an eyebrow. "Are yeh sure about this?"
"More sure than I think you know." He walked over to her and pulled the blanket up to her chest, smiling.
She leaned over and kissed him softly, knowing that regardless of the name, she and Sweeney both were going to love the child more than anything. "So, Sweeney, wot did yeh pick fer a girl's name?"
To her surprise, he blushed.
"Well I was thinking between two names actually..." He whispered. "Either Elizabeth Anne or Jazzmyn Marie."
Nellie stared, but softened her gaze at the choice of names. "Those are nice, Sweeney. I like 'em both."
"So did I pick alright? I mean when Johanna was born, I didn't get to choose her name..." Sweeney was cut off short by Nellie's soft lips. "O' course love. You picked perfectly."
End Note: The names are kind of dumb, but I got them from around me. Elizabeth is my middle name and Jazzmyn Marie is my neighbors dogs name. :D But I really liked the name.If you guys have questions about the story, ask me and I will get back to you here from now on, alright? :D Please Review!
