A/N: Hi! Yes... I am in the need for some smut ;) I have an urge
to write this sooo... enjoy I guess =D   Sweeney had done it. He
had finally married Nellie Lovett. He finally swallowed back his
anger and revenge, and opened up to his new feelings that Nellie
had awoken in him. He had finally realized the fact, that he
really DID love Nellie. He had all of the signs. That fuzzy
feeling when she was near, the way he noticed her.. He just knew
deep down inside, that there was something. Something that
connected him to Nellie. He recalled that night, that he had
confessed his love for her.   Sweeney was sitting in his chair,
listening to Nellie's footsteps outside, her cheery voice
greeting people. He had been feeling so odd that day. Not sick.
But odd. As if something was trying to get him to go to Nellie,
and tell her his odd symptoms. But what would Lucy think? Why
did it truly matter? She was no longer here. And he was almost
sure she would move on if he had died. He just didn't know. He
sat, quarreling with