AN: This fanfiction is the rewriting of a roleplay between myself, C, and my friend E on Tumblr. Our roleplay blogs are: TheBarberTodd (me) and IamMrsLovett (E). We wanted to do this so that any future followers that did not know all the drama that goes on between our characters would have a reference to look at without having to dig through our archives to do so! (Especially since we tend to have very long roleplay threads that go on for a long time XD)

Chapter Five: Perhaps it Wasn't so Silly

Over the next month Sweeney had taken to sleeping with Mrs. Lovett in her bedroom or in his parlor a few nights a week. Nellie never complained when she walked into her bedroom and saw him sitting in her chair by the window nor when he would request her presence upstairs in his shop. When it came to him 'no' just was not an answer in her vocabulary. As for Mr. Todd, he could not deny that he was becoming accustomed to her presence at night and completely ignored the fact that she crossed his mind increasingly as the month went by. He even found that he looked forward to when Nellie would bring breakfast or sit with him for meals though he of course chalked it down to her importance in his revenge and nothing more.

After a rather ardent night together, Mrs. Lovett woke in the tonsorial parlor next to Mr. Todd, her head resting on his shoulder and her arm across his waist. Smiling she yawned slightly and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. She pressed a kiss to his chest afterward and nuzzled closer to him. As she started to close her eyes again to sleep for just a bit longer she felt a sudden dizziness in her head as another one of her recent headaches took over her.

For the past week now she had been getting headaches and she could not figure out what was causing them to save her life but whatever it was made her sit up in bed slowly and groan, pressing a hand to her temple. Adding to the headache she felt a sudden nauseous feeling in the back of her throat and the pit of her stomach. Moving to the edge of the bed she sat up and tried to fight the feeling, looking down at the floorboards.

In the bed Mr. Todd woke, suddenly feeling a bit cold from her absence against his side. Looking to her spot on the bed he noticed the way she was sitting and sat up himself. "Is everything alright, Mrs. Lovett?" He asked as he watched her.

"I just... I feel a bit dizzy," she said softly, frowning a bit as the feeling persisted despite her efforts to swallow it down.

He ran a hand over his face and stood, pulling his pants on and lacing them up. "Drink some gin, settle your stomach. It's barely even light out and you look as if you're going to be sick." As he spoke he walked to the counter and took his shirt, pulling it over his head and buttoning the cuffs of his sleeve.

Nellie shook her head a bit, immediately regretting doing so as her headache sent pangs of pain through her skull at the movement. Her eyes widened as the feeling of sickness became stronger and stood up quickly, fighting the dizzy feeling that came with that and throwing her dress over her head and gathering the rest of her clothes off of the parlor floor.

He watched as she frantically gathered what she could find and smirked a bit. "What, did you forget to tell the lad you loved him or something?" He joked, thinking her rather comical in this state despite her obvious illness. She waved her hand at him not really paying attention and rushed from the barber shop and down into her personal rooms. Flinging herself into the bathroom she shut the door and dropped her clothing to the ground before throwing up into the toilet.

He had shrugged her behavior off and had already finished dressing for the day, pulling his black fingerless gloves onto his hands. After he made the bed and set up his shop for the day he headed downstairs and into the kitchen for a light breakfast. As he passed the bathroom he heard the retching sounds as she continued to throw up and paused to tap on the door. "Mrs. Lovett? Are you alright in there?"

Nellie groaned softly and stood slowly, her head swimming and the dizziness fading slightly now that she had relived the nauseousness. "Mm... yeah," she answered softly, taking the cup of water left on the counter and rinsing her mouth out. She coughed a bit and sighed, starting to pick her clothes up and dress herself properly.

Sweeney accepted her answer wordlessly and went on to the kitchen where he took two slices of bread from the bread box. He set them on a plate and walked out to the pie shop, kicking a sleeping Toby as he walked past him and setting his plate on the counter. "Come on, get up boy. Your mistress is not feeling well so get to work." His tone was gruff and Toby swallowed and complied without a single objection, running off to the parlor to straighten up in there.

In the bathroom Nellie had finished dressing herself and fixing her hair. Walking slowly and deliberately, hoping that doing so would keep her headache away, she made her way out into the pie shop and sat on one of the stools by the counter. He watched her as she walked and walked behind the counter, producing a bottle of gin and a glass. "Drink some gin, it will settle your stomach," he stated stiffly as he slid the glass and the half-empty bottle over to her.

Without another word he walked back around the counter and tore his bread into slices, trying to ignore the fact that she was watching him. Sighing she poured herself some gin and took a small sip. "I just threw up," she commented though she knew that he had heard. As she spoke she watched his face for any signs that he was concerned about her but as usual he hid his emotions well and focused solely on tearing the bread and eating it in small pieces.

As he picked at his bread he tried to force away the sudden feeling that this was quite familiar to him and kept his gaze away from her even though he could feel pin-pricks of concern for the baker. She swallowed the rest of her gin and gripped the edge of the counter with her hands as the dizzy feeling emerged again and her head began to pound once more. "God, I feel so dizzy..." she muttered softly as she closed her eyes and swallowed through the thick feeling in her throat.

While she spoke he looked up at her again and re-examined her features. He could tell that she was going to throw up again soon by the look on her face and the fact that she kept swallowing trying to avoid her fate. He thought over the past week or so with her complaints of migraines and a headache and the fact that she seemed particularly sensitive and receptive when he fondled her breasts. 'No,' he thought to himself as he pushed the immediate thought from his mind and instead thought of various illnesses that could be causing her to feel as she was. 'It's impossible, she's simply ill...'

She swallowed hard and looked up at him, catching his gaze and fighting her own conclusion that was forming in the back of her mind. "I... I think I won't open the shop today..." she whispered softly, pushing away from the counter and standing again. "I don't feel well." He nodded and beckoned her over to him. 'Just to be certain,' he thought as she came slowly towards him. "Nell... are you quite sure you are alright to be out of bed?" He asked as he examined her more closely now that she was standing in front of him.

Nellie shook her head slowly and pouted slightly as she continued to fight the nauseous feeling in the pit of her stomach. He placed a cold hand on her forehead in another effort to blame illness. "You're not feverish," he said stiffly, taking his hand away. "Did you eat something yet today?" She shook her head slowly.

"No, not yet. I know I should and I do feel a bit hungry but I still feel sick." He nodded and moved his bread plate closer to her. She sat down slowly and frowned slightly as she started thinking over any other possibilities for her condition but she was reaching the same conclusion that he was ardently pushing away.

"Have you any other... strange feelings?" He asked as she took a small bight of bread and forced herself to swallow it.

"I just feel dizzy and tired..." she answered slowly as she ate another piece of bread. Almost immediately she regretted the decision and stood again. "And I'm about to throw up," she warned before quickly going back to the bathroom and emptying what little she had just eaten into the basin.

Taking in all of the information and coming to no other conclusion, Mr. Todd stared darkly at the door she had left through. Taking the bottle of gin he took a long drink and thought about how the last time he had seen a woman in her condition personally. It had only been a year into their marriage and Lucy, whom would get sick briefly with the seasonal changes had begun suffering more severe ailments. She had thrown up for about three weeks throughout the day and had had headaches and dizzy spells regularly. Not to mention her breasts had become tender just as Nellie's were becoming so now.

In the bathroom Nellie used what was left in the cup of water to wash her mouth out again and walked slowly back to the pie shop. "Mr. T..." she said softly, swallowing the fear and the nerves she felt flowing through her body. She knew exactly what was wrong, she had been through it before several times though it had never lasted. This had been something she had dreamed of for a long time, especially with him, but she knew he would not like this in fact he might even become violent towards her if she was not careful. She doubted anyways whether or not the condition would stay given her past with this. She had failed so many times.

"Mrs. Lovett," he answered cruelly, glaring at her as she stood there. She swallowed, knowing that he had figured it out for himself and fought her fear to press on. Taking a sharp breath she swallowed one last time and continued.

"I think... I think I might be pregnant..."

He bit back his aggression not wanting to hurt her despite the anger, the guilt, and the frustration he felt building within him. "I see," he said tensely, standing up and going to the tonsorial parlor without another word to her. As he went he tried to push away the intense guilt he felt that he had allowed Mrs. Lovett to become this way and the guilt he felt by allowing anyone other than Lucy to take over her duties as his wife, dead as she may be.

She took a shaky breath and followed him. "Mr. T, we have to talk about it!" Her voice was frantic and rattled with nerves as she entered the tonsorial parlor behind him. "We have to."

"No, we don't," he said cruelly as he glared at her. "I have a child, Mrs. Lovett and she is not yours." As he spoke he advanced towards her, the anger in his tone building with each step that he took. She backed against the wall and swallowed unable to look up at him in fear. Her heart beat quickened from the stress of the situation and she could feel her palms getting clammy with nerves.

"I... I know that. I'm not trying to be Johanna's mother..." she stammered out. "She's Lucy's... and it's fine. B-But... we're not talking about Johanna, love, we're talking about the child that's going to be ours..." As she finished she glanced up at him and her heart jumped in fear at the look he was giving her. She was sure she was going to die or that he was going to harm her. There simply was not any way she was coming out of this unscathed if she came out at all.

"There is no child in the world who could be ours," he answered cruelly. She took a sharp breath at his words and felt her heart pang with the familiar aching that he caused in her. Holding back her tears she matched his gaze despite herself.

"It still exists whether you want it or not." Somehow despite the fact that she was shaking her words had come out firm and clear. "You can't change that."

At her words he had advanced towards her again until he was less than an inch from her face causing her to close her eyes tightly in preparation for the hit. However, he did not harm her, rather he turned quickly and left the shop altogether. Nellie gasped and opened her eyes, watching him leave and trying to catch her breath. "Mr. T!" She called, her voice breaking and the tears sliding out of the corners of her eyes.

He ignored her however and left the building entirely going swiftly down fleet street and was gone from sight by the time that Nellie even managed to get to the bottom of the stairs. Sobbing she went back inside and laid down on his bed hoping that he would be back before sunset even if he had just broken her heart.

*I'm really sorry if this chapter is crap, I'm having a hard time focusing and honestly waiting won't make it better. Also I'm sorry about how sometimes it can take forever for me to update and other times it doesn't. I just have so much schoolwork and house work and actual work and family stuff and yeah. Sorry!*