Howdy, I'm Emily using my friends profile and this is my first attempt at a fanfic, constructive criticism appreciated but please be nice
He pulled her closer to him and wrapped her more tightly in the blanket as she shivered in his arms. Jack then kissed Rose on the forehead and then got up to put more wood on the fire. Rose propped herself up on the mattress to lovingly gaze at Jack. She loved every part of him, the way he walked, the scar just below his ribs, every imperfection was perfect to her. Of course she would never say that to him though. Rose then looked round to the window where she gazed at the lake with the same content smile and couldn't imagine anything more perfect. Rose's peace was disturbed by sharp twinge in her abdomen followed by a feeling of nausea. Jack noticed her panicked face.
"Rose, what's wrong?"
Rose scrambled out of bed to the front door to be sick outside. Jack ran after her, "Are you OK?"
Rose wiped her mouth and looked up at him through the red ringlets of her hair. "Maybe the squirrels last night weren't cooked properly."
"Come back in and sit by the fire."
It was now July but the air was still bitter in the morning Michigan air. Life was simple for Jack and Rose, something neither of them had experienced until now. It seemed impossible that something so tragic happened just a few months ago but little did they know that the past wasn't quite behind them…
