I DO NOT OWN SWEENEY TODD: THE DEMON BARBER OF FLEET STREET. ALL RIGHTS BELONG TO STEPHEN SONDHEIM AND TIM BURTON. I ALSO DO NOT OWN MY BONNIE. SHOUTOUT TO GUSTAVONKALONDON FOR BEING MY BETA FOR THIS STORY. THIS STORY WILL ALSO BE A MUSICAL WITH AT LEAST ONE SONG PER CHAPTER.
HARRISON HOPE- JOSH O' CONNOR
CHARLOTTE HOPE- EMMA CORRIN
YOUNG ESTELLA HOPE- MILLIE BOBBY BROWN
MIDWIFE- JOSS STONE
Plymouth, England. December 13, 1828.
For the first time in many hours, Charlotte Hope could rest. The midwife had taken her baby to be cleaned which allowed her a few moments to catch her breath. She eventually returned with a clean baby in a blanket.
"He's very lovely he is, missus Hope." The midwife said as Charlotte held her baby close.
"I know he is." She said with a tired smile as she cradled him. A few minutes later, her husband, Lieutenant Harrison Hope of his majesty's navy came into the room, followed by his 5 year old daughter Estella.
"What happened?" He asked nervously.
"A boy sir, a healthy baby boy. The midwife reported as Harrison fell on his knees in thanks to God.
"A son, I finally have a son!" Lieutenant Hope exclaimed as he embraced his wife and kissed her tenderly.
"Have I finally made you happy my love?" Charlotte asked as Harrison was filled with adoration.
"How can I not be when you have given me the son I have craved for so long?" He exclaimed as he held his boy in his arms.
"We shall name with Anthony after your late brother and Brendan for St. Brendan, the patron saint of sailors."
"Anthony Brendan Hope." Charlotte said with a smile.
"Is he going to be a sailor like you papa?" Estella asked eagerly as her father bent down to show off her baby brother.
"God willing, he shall be an even greater sailor than I." Harrison said as he lifted his son up, as if he was offering Anthony Hope to the world. The baby began to cry as his father handed him back to his mother. Charlotte cleared her throat as she began to sing a lullabye
My Bonnie lies over the ocean, my Bonnie lies over the sea,
My Bonnie lies over the ocean, O bring back my Bonnie to me.
Bring back, bring back, O bring back my Bonnie to me, to me:
Bring back, bring back, O bring back my Bonnie to me.
O blow ye winds over the ocean, O blow ye winds over the sea.
O blow ye winds over the ocean, And bring back my Bonnie to me.
The winds have blown over the ocean, The winds have blown over the sea,
The winds have blown over the ocean, And brought back my Bonnie to me.
A SAILOR IS BORN. REVIEWS NEEDED AND APPRECIATED.