Author's Note: Yup, we're moving fast now. Enjoy, all! Please review! Thank you SO much for all of the support; I really appreciate it! Can you believe we're on chapter 10? Double digits! *Virtual party cake for everyone!*

Blessings,

Sarah

Jack appraised his appearance in the mirror.

This had to be the most terrifying day of his entire life.

They had been settled into their new home, (his childhood home), for a month and a half now, and today was the day that Jack was going to ask Rose to marry him. Jack had never been more nervous in his life. Honestly, in his heart, he knew that he felt like he and Rose were already married, but he wanted it to be official, ceremonial. Jack just wanted to give her absolutely everything he could in life, and wasn't a ring and a wedding the least he could give her? He sighed and adjusted the tie around his neck, loosening it so he could breathe easier. He had borrowed a suit from John, and he had made reservations at the biggest restaurant that was in town, according to his cousin. Although it wasn't incredibly elegant, it was quite big, and with the atmosphere warm and inviting, Jack knew that Rose would love it.

"Jack?" Rose called upstairs.

"Yes, love?" He called back.

"Our reservations are in 30 minutes, you are aware, right?"

Jack walked out of their bedroom, grinning. "I am quite aware, Rose, are you?"

Then, she walked out of the shadow of the hallway, and into the light so that he could take in her full appearance. Jack would never know how she had the ability to look more and more stunning every single day. He took in her appearance, then, blinking rapidly at the sight of her.

"R-rose, you look absolutely wonderful," he pressed out, walking down the stairs quickly.

"And you look handsome as ever," she replied, kissing his cheek.

Her hair was full and curly, falling just below her shoulders, and she wore a long, form fitted black dress. She had on simple earrings for jewelry, and she had a small, silver barrette in her hair. She didn't look half as 'dolled-up' as she had on Titanic, with Cal and her mother, but Jack smiled at the sight that was his woman and how she could still clean up, and do a marvelous job of it. By looking at her, she didn't appear third class…Nor did either of them appear third class. They were simply normal.

"Ready, Rosaline?" Jack asked, using her full name since he had just begun telling her how mch he loved her actual name instead of just shortening it all of the time.

"Ready, Jack."

She took his arm then as he led her out to the car. They would be using John's until they saved up enough money for their own. Jack had applied for two jobs in the last few weeks: one for illustrating books, and one for a waiter at a local small, family restaurant. Both had seemed quite interested in him, and part of him even hoped to get both. He would do anything to give Rose the life she deserved. He opened the car door for her as he jumped into the front seat and started the engine. The restaurant was only a couple of minutes into town, so they got there quickly without much conversation. They were taken to their table quickly, and Jack was now sitting across from her, hiding behind his menu and pulling giggles out of her by glancing up from behind his menu every few seconds.

"What are you doing? You're such a child!" She laughed.

Jack chuckled. "Well, with all due respect, miss, I believe laughter is the best medicine!"

"But, I am not at all sick," she stated slowly.

Jack smiled. "No, you're not. That pretty much defeats the purpose of my statement, huh?" He asked, smiling nervously; foolishly.

"Jack, are you alright?"

He rubbed his sweaty palms on his pants and nodded tensely. "I-I'm fine."

"Jack, no you aren't."

"What do you mean I'm not?"

"You're acting, strange."

Jack took in a deep breath. "I'm sorry," he said softly. "I'm just not very good at these kind of things."

"What kind of things?" Rose asked softly, her hand resting on top of his.

"Uh, formal dinners, of course. What were they like in first class?"

"Jack," she began slowly. "You have been to a first class dinner."

Jack laughed, again, nervously. "Yes, yes, you're right, I have."

They sat there in silence for awhile, other than ordering their meals. Rose was sipping her ice tea and staring at her hands as though she was quite interested in them. She glanced around the restaurant after awhile, smiling at the smell of pumpkin pie and woodwork. There was a country feel everywhere you looked: signs for ice fishing, buckets of peanuts, and slices of homemade pie in a glass pie case on the counter. Rose smiled at Jack, and saw that he had been staring at her. He smiled back, but looked over in the direction of the waitress walking towards them, and took her hands in his own quickly.

"Rose, I brought you here because I want you to know how very much I love you. Titanic bringing me to you, is something I would never have changed. I've travelled the world, Rose, and no woman I have drawn has been as beautiful as you. I have been in many relationships, none of which gave me the satisfaction, and feelings that you have. I have held money before, that made my heart soar, just to see cash, in my own hands…But the soaring was nothing compared to the fireworks you give me every time you look at me. The ones I get, here," he pointed to his heart. "They're bigger than the emergency ones Titanic set off that night. Rose, I could never live without you."

The waitress walked hesitantly towards them, but took her cue at those last words, and placed he thick slice of pecan pie in front of Rose. There, sitting atop the whipped cream, was a thin gold band holding a small, shimmering diamond.

"Rose, will you marry me?"

Rose looked up at him, tears glistening in her eyes.

"Jack, I could never say no!"

She jumped up from where she was sitting, and caused a scene that her mother would have killed her for. She threw her arms tight around Jack's neck, and kissed him full on the lips, pulling him close to her. He picked her up, spinning her around the room as the restaurant guests cheered and whistled. Rose loved this life.

There was nothing she would ever trade it for.

Author's Note: Yeaaaaah…I just got the cutest mental pick of a big piece of pie with the ring on the whipped cream…So country, and so truly Jack. I like seeing him in this REALLY country setting, Idk why. Yes, Paris reminds me of him and his art, but Jack's heart is really in Wisconsin…And I am LOVING exploring this side of him and their relationship. I really hope you guys are too! Okay, so, for next chapter's question: Would you like a little get together with John, Jack taking Rose to a place close to his heart in Chippewa Falls, or Rose finding a new friend in Wisconsin?

Looking forward to your feedback! Not all chapters will be, 'What do you what next?' since I have TONS of SURPRISES planned, but I really like the interaction, so I will always have a little something there for you guys to answer. Please review!

God Bless,

Sarah