Based on me at fourish. I watched Titanic with my mom. I watched it again tonight for it's 14th anniversary, and couldn't help but include my favorite movie in my favorite couple story.
Summary: The Berry-Fabray family watch Titanic.
Word Count: 567.
Crybaby
"You're such a crybaby." Quinn tells me as I rub my streaming eyes, her arms wrapped around me tight as Rose whimpers "I'll never let go, Jack."
Our sweet daughter sits at the edge of our bed, staring wide eyed at the TV mounted on the wall, her hands on her feet as she sits criss-cross apple sauce. She looks back at us with big blue eyes and pats my foot, which lies behind her. "Don't worry Mommy," she says, "Mom wouldn't let go of you."
I can't help but giggle as more tears trickle down my cheeks, and Quinn kisses my hair.
Our four year-old daughter turns back to the TV at the reassurance of her Mom's love for me. "Harmony, come sit with us!" Quinn says, but receives no reply from the preoccupied girl. She laughs gently as the movie returns to present day. Harmony tilts her head slightly – this girl has been watching the entire movie for three hours, has hardly blinked. Has hardly moved. She repositioned herself from lying on her belly to on her side to her current position a few times, but nothing else.
As Rose drops the diamond into the water, we hear Harmony gasp gently, one hand slapping to her face in shock. Quinn has to bite her tongue to keep from laughing.
The final sequence starts, and I start to erupt with tears as Rose walks up the staircase. I cry even harder when I glance up at Quinn, who is grinning extremely widely and tearing up as well. I giggle through it and kiss her cheek as best I can with a goofy smirk on my face. As the film fades to white and the credits roll, Harmony turns back to us and stares momentarily at us two crying old people.
"I don't get it. I thought, um, Jack died." Harmony wondered as she waddled over on her knees. I lean forward and pick up, gliding her through the air and plopping her between us, listening to "My Heart Will Go On" play.
"She did too. She went to heaven with Jack."
Harmony looked up at Quinn frustrated. "The ship is heaven?"
"The Titanic, yes."
"Will I go to the Titanic when I die?"
Quinn lets out a bittersweet laugh, but Harmony doesn't register it. "Maybe sweetie. That's not for a long time though."
"I wanna be with Jack and Rose!"
I hush Harmony, who giggles, realizing she said something naughty and taking pride in the fact. Quinn kisses her forehead before getting up and retreating to the bathroom. I never let her leave during the movie. Granted the credits are the movie, but still.
"Why does Mom make fun of you when you cry?"
"Because Mom is afraid to cry during Titanic. So she makes fun of me until she starts at the end. She always cries at the last few seconds." I tell Harmony, snuggling against a pillow as she slides her fingers between her toes.
"Oh. Mom is silly." Harmony grins, her blue eyes exploding with mirth. I nod and tap her nose gently; the sight of the brunette baby was enjoyable without her antics. She starts to hum along with the song, and I can't help but tear up with pride.
Quinn stands at the door, watching from afar the private concert that Harmony is putting on for me. She's content like that.