Told yah I'd be quick! It's rare when I have some free time on my hands, you know. So, enjoy it while it lasts!

Mrs. Lovett felt like shit when she woke up the following morning from her drinking binge. She groaned when she sat up in bed, holding a hand to her skull. When she opened her eyes, she noticed that she was still in her work clothes. It took her a moment to remember everything from the night before.

Oh, bloody hell…

Quickly, Mrs. Lovett got out of her bed. Her mind was a blur as she dressed herself in cleaner clothes. She had not only insulted the man that she loved last night, she had confessed her love to him as well and it was under the most unsettling circumstances! What was she thinking?

Well, I obviously wosn't thinkin'…

"Mum?" Toby's voice called from outside of Mrs. Lovett's room.

"I'll be out in a minute, dear," Mrs. Lovett called back as she pulled her stockings on.

"Please be out soon, mum. It's very busy today." Mrs. Lovett froze.

"What time is it?" She asked quickly.

"Ten past one, mum," Toby answered, "I've gotta go and tend to the customers. Please hurry!" With that said, Toby dashed off. Mrs. Lovett stared at the door completely dumbfounded. Why hadn't the lad tried to wake her earlier? It was then that Mrs. Lovett remembered that it was normally her who had to wake a groggy Toby after a night of drinking for him. She had sent him off to bed before attacking the bottle herself the night before. Because of her stupidity, Toby slept in and so had she, meaning that none of them had a proper breakfast and…

Oh, no…

Mrs. Lovett bursted out of her room and made a beeline for the bake house below, almost crashing into Toby from behind.

"Toby, I need yeh t' bring Mr. Todd up two meat pies and a jug o' Gin with th' bottle," She ordered breathlessly. Toby stared at her for a moment with worry on his face.

"Are yeh alright, mum? Yeh look like hell."

"Never mind me, Toby. Jus' do wot I said. I'll take care o' th' pies." Wordlessly, Toby got two fresh pies out of the oven and headed out of the bake house. Mrs. Lovett watched him go, feeling bad for bossing him around like that. She knew she couldn't face Mr. Todd after her humiliating behavior and confession from the night before.

Way t' go, Eleanor! I'm sure 'e thinks yer a proper lady after last night's fiasco!

Mrs. Lovett continued to inwardly scold herself as she carried a fresh batch of pies out of the bake house. She quickly got to work, serving pies and making her usual small talk to try to act normal. The customers seemed to fall for it, seeing they only cared about being fed quality food. Mrs. Lovett avoided looking up at the barber shop, fearing that she'd see Sweeney staring down at her with a disgusted and hateful look on his face. She inwardly sighed to herself, knowing that she'd have to face him sooner or later.

When the lunch crowd finally left, Mrs. Lovett and Toby started to clean up the tables for the evening rush that would show up in a couple of hours. Mrs. Lovett was very anxious, looking at Toby every now and then. Toby took notice and decided to question her about her uneasiness.

"Wot's wrong, mum?"

"Been a busy day, tha's all," She answered with fake cheerfulness. Her expression suddenly turned anxious again, "Tell me, did Mr. Todd say anythin' to yeh when yeh gave 'im 'is breakfast?"

"Well, he said 'is salutations to me. Nothin' more, though," Toby answered unsurely. Mrs. Lovett's stomach dropped.

"He didn't seem angry?" She asked him quietly.

"No…" Toby said slowly, giving his mum a suspicious look. Mrs. Lovett smiled slightly and quickly got back to work.

"Good!" She said a little too cheerfully, making herself cringe by how high her voice was. She had a feeling that a certain barber would be paying her a visit that night…

…and she was right. After sending Toby off to bed, Mrs. Lovett sat down in her parlor by the fireplace. She picked up her book and began to anxiously read it. About ten minutes later, the bell above the door to her shop could be heard jingling merrily. She immediately closed her book, hearing the heavy boots of Sweeney Todd approaching the parlor. Within moments, he was in the entrance.

"Good evening, Mrs. Lovett," Sweeney said politely, "I see that you've sobered up since last night." Mrs. Lovett's face turned a deep shade of red in embarrassment. She quickly stood and tried to compose herself, purposely avoiding Sweeney's stare.

"Mr. Todd," She said as calmly as she could. She held her hands together in front of her, staring down at them and at Sweeney's feet.

'Ere goes nothin'…

"I am very apologetic for me behavior las' night. I wos vulgar an' me words were uncalled for."

"I beg to differ, my pet," Sweeney stated quietly. Mrs. Lovett's eyes shot into his in astonishment. She saw that they held no fury or mockery in them. Of course, as always, his facial expression was unreadable.

"I am not offended by anything you said, love," Sweeney continued calmly. Mrs. Lovett looked away from him, feeling embarrassed still.

"It wos still uncalled for. I-I should've controlled meself better." It was then that she looked at him again.

"Look, I know why yeh came down 'ere tonight, Mr. Todd. You want t' know if I meant wot I said," She took a breath before continuing; "I meant every word." They stared at each other for the longest time, neither of them speaking. For once, the look on the barber's face was readable. It was not full of anger or disgust; it was a full of warmth, which is something that normally wouldn't be on Sweeney's face.

"I am touched, my love," Sweeney said softly. He took a step closer to her, "I have a confession to make as well." Mrs. Lovett stared up at him, shocked by his words.

"W-wot, love?" Mrs. Lovett murmured, getting lost in Sweeney's black orbs.

"Ever since Barker's official death, I have begun to…experience new things and feelings," Sweeney gently placed his hand on her cheek, "I've also noticed things that I didn't notice before."

"Like wot?" Mrs. Lovett whispered. Sweeney closed the gap between the two of them by pulling Mrs. Lovett closer. Mrs. Lovett closed her eyes when she felt Sweeney's hot breath upon her neck.

"You," He whispered hoarsely before pulling her into a passionate kiss.

Oh, this is quick for me. I normally wait twenty chapters before I have Sweeney or Mrs. Lovett admit their love to each other. Don't think this is the end, though. We still have some unfinished business to get to...