Hey Readers! This is my second chapter for today! You guys should feel special because I usually don't update when I stay home from school. Plus, I usually don't update when I could be hanging out with my guy, but I told you guys I'd update so I shall! Anyways, enjoy.

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**6 MONTHS LATER** (A/N: Big jump but whatever!)

My heart fluttered happily in my chest as I tied my hair back loosely. I knew Matthew would be here any minute to pick Jacqueline and I for a nice lunch. It was hard to image that I had been dating Matthew exclusively for going on four months. He was easy to get along with, fun, and had a sense of humor that reminded me so much of Jack's. Though he didn't look anything like the first man I had ever loved, still love, he reminded me so much of Jack.

It was then that I heard the knock on my door. I grinned as I yelled for whoever was out there to come in. I wasn't surprised at all when Matthew walked through the door and called out, greeting me.

"Hello," I called back. "Will you pick up Jacqueline and bring her to me please?" I was still in the bathroom getting ready to go. He agreed and in a few seconds he appeared through the door holding a squirmy baby in his arms. She was grinning and reaching out for me. I smiled and took her in my arms.

"You ready to go, sweetheart?" He asked tousling Jacquie's curls and looking into my eyes.

"One second," I said stretching up and pressing my lips to his. I broke the kiss, much too soon for both of us. "Okay, now I'm ready to go."

We headed out to the restaurant for lunch. The walk was short, and it was well worth the trip just to be next to him. I smiled. We made small talk as we waited for the waitress to get our table ready.

"We're ready to seat you now, sir." The waitress said shyly. She looked at Matthew like he was the scariest man on the planet, and the most attractive. A ridiculous twinge of jealousy hit me, though I couldn't say why. It's not like she had come onto him or anything. Still, just seeing her eye him made my skin prickle.

"Thank you." He said politely as he grabbed my hand and followed the way she led us.

"We'll need a high chair for the little one," he said smiling kindly at the young girl, who couldn't have been much older than myself.

"Alright. And can we start you guys off with some breadsticks and water?"

I answered, "Yes, that would be marvelous thank you."

A few minutes later she came back with our high chair, a basket full of bread sticks, and two large glasses of water. "I'll be right back with your menus." She said scampering off.

"Rose, would you care for a bread stick?"

"Yeah, will you grab me one while I put this little thing in her high chair?" I asked politely. I turned away from him for two seconds and when I turned back around he was holding a ring in his hand. He slid from his chair down to his knee in front of me.

"Rose, I know it's crazy of me to ask, but you've made me the happiest man in the world, and if you'll let me I want to spend the rest of my life making you just as happy. Will you, Rose Dawson, spend the rest of your life with me?"

Tears sprang to life in my eyes and dripped down my cheeks . "Yes." I answered. "Yes." He slid the ring onto my finger and I collapsed into his arms. Three times in my life had I been this happy, and I knew we were going to be happy for a good long time.

Instantly ideas were popping into my mind as to what I wanted our wedding to look like, be like. Unlike my last engagement, this wedding was not to be planned for me. It was up to Matthew and I to decide what we wanted, not my mother. That brought another grin to my face as I realized that she wouldn't have any say

in anything anymore.

Matthew walked me home after the meal was finished. He held Jacqueline in his arms and grinned as we walked along. I didn't want today to end. I refused to accept that in a matter of minutes my fiancé and I would have to part ways. I put my hand on his arm, urging him to stop and look at me.

"I love you." I whispered as I pressed my lips to his cheek. He paused looking at me and I heard Jack's voice in my head. "Don't you do that. Don't you say your goodbye's not yet, do you understand me?" The one time I had told someone I loved them, he was yanked away by some sick fate.

Instead he brushed his hand up against my cheek. "I love you, too, my sweet and beautiful Rose." I stood on my tiptoes to press my lips gently to his.

"I love you more," I said smiling at him.

In response he shook his head. "It's not possible. I love you more than most." He shifted Jacqueline's weight so she was in his right arm, and he took my hand with his left one. He gently led me back to my house, my hand still tucked warmly in his. His fingers were calloused from work, but his hand was warm and soft.

In front of my door he gave me a goodbye kiss before heading off in the direction we had come. It hit me now that I had never seen his home. I didn't even know where he lived. The realization made me wonder why he had never invited me back to his home. Maybe he didn't have one. Maybe he was secretly already married and I was his mistress, or maybe he had a house in a terrible neighborhood. The city was, after all, unforgiving.

I couldn't help but wonder as I stepped inside my apartment and prepared to put Jacqueline down for her nap for the day. I smiled as I thought about the day. It suddenly dawned on me that I was getting married. I knew I was, but for the first time I actually knew what that meant. I was going to spend the rest of my life with Matthew Calvert. I couldn't help but feel slightly scared. Even though I loved him, I would have a hard time getting used to the idea that I was going to be with this man for the rest of my years. I smiled. There was going to be a wedding. I was going to be the bride with the man I loved as my groom, and my daughter would have the father that she needed in her life. I was marrying Matthew Calvert, and I couldn't be happier.

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