I think this will be the last chapter of Maybe Its Destiny. I have other ideas for it and would love to carry it on a while longer but I find I just cannot write at all. I have tried many attempts of this chapter and either way I feel its awful and am not happy with it but feel it needs some sort of ending, I wouldnt want to leave it unfinished after all of the work I did it on. Thank you all for reading :) excuse the crappy ending.
Jack's footsteps echoed around the gallery as he inspected the open space which was now his gallery. The décor was exactly as Jack had suggested Nathan decorate back when he and Rose had visited when William was just a baby. Jack was amazed by the huge collection of art which Nathan had possessed and it was only now he realised this gallery was more than a business for Nathan he had obviously taken great pride in running it during his later years. The entire room was painted white with light wooden floors making the whole space appear airy. In the far corner of the gallery, something caught Jack's eyes, he squinted and headed closer for inspection and came across a portrait of Ruth, apparently drawn by a local artist who he had to admit had captured her perfectly. Not taking his eyes away for a few moments, he felt at home here in this place which was something he didn't expect. Another drawing caught his attention which was this time of Nathan and Ruth, crossing his arms across his chest he found himself becoming lost in the world of art once again, which was something he hadn't done in such a long time.
Footsteps could be heard from behind him, echoing throughout the entire building, but Jack didn't take his eyes away from the art, he could sense who it was and could feel their presence behind him and heard the footsteps grow closer. 'I never understood what you artists see in this place.'
Jack turned his head away from the drawing, not unfolding his arms. Ethan stood in his sharp suit with his arms by his side and hair perfectly in place, which in contrast to Jack he was dressed much more fancy, something Jack never understood. 'You're not an artist, you wont understand.' Jack began, unfolding his arms. 'Besides this building is nothing much than money for you.'
Ethan watched the man in front of him. He was slightly rough looking, definitely not one who would socialise at the club along with him and his associates. 'What would you want with this gallery Dawson? How would you even know how to run a business?' Ethan smiled, feeling a little happy with himself. The business was bound to be run into the ground by Dawson anyway and when it was, he could buy it right away.
'I run two galleries back home in Chippewa Falls, they did well. I have made money from drawing for most of my life. Something which you wouldn't understand having lived off your fathers money.' Jack stabbed, Ethan felt angered knowing Jack wasn't at all phased by his little jabs.
Ethan came closer to Jack, his dark eyes just like Cal's. 'Why do you get the damned gallery? You were nothing to my father. You came in here like you are all family, when your absolutely nothing to us.'
'My wife married your father in case you had forgotten. My wife is here to support her mother through this terrible time as she is actually grieving for her husband, as for me I am here to lend a hand where I can.' He told Ethan, his fists clenched. He could have so easily have swung for Ethan, but he knew he wouldn't lower himself. 'This gallery is mine in the eyes of your father. Back when my son William was born and your father bought this place he offered for me to run it with him, to move here and become his partner.'
Ethan's eyes widened, he wasn't telling the truth. His father wouldn't have made an business decisions without consulting his sons first. 'You God damned liar.'
'I turned it down because Rose and I were raising our son. I didn't want to take the guys money and never will. But now the gallery is mine and whatever money it makes will be mine.'
'I can take you to court, I can fight it all the way.' Ethan threatened, but they meant nothing to Jack.
'I already signed the papers. There's nothing you can do.' Jack smiled smugly, before turning away from Ethan.
Baby Harry's cries stifled as soon as his mother scooped him into her arms. They quietened and then subsided as Rose soothed him. Jack watched as his wife sat on the edge of their bed before pulling down the left shoulder on her dress before offering her breast to her newborn son. He suckled more often than William had done as baby which had left her feeling exhausted. The effects of the last few days had taken its toll on both of them but Rose then most, she had comforted her grieving mother besides taking care of their two sons while Jack had been at the gallery for most of the day and he felt guilty. Removing his shirt, he threw it into a small basket in the corner of the room before sitting beside Rose on the bed, he placed his arm around her shoulder and felt her slightly lean her head on his shoulder careful not to disturb their son as he finished his feed.
'He's a greedy baby.' Jack smiled quietly, he slowly reached out his hand and touched his sons head feeling how smooth it was and the small tuft of dark blonde hair which he had been born with.
'I know.' Rose yawned tiredly. 'I haven't felt so tired in years, not even when Will was a baby.'
Jack kissed her forehead lightly. Harry stopped suckling indicating he had finished his dinner, and carefully Rose sat him upright on her knee and began to rub his back gently until she heard a tiny noise come from him indicating he had been winded. 'I know you haven't. I'll put him to bed.' Rose carefully handed their son to Jack, and he let out a shrill cry obviously not happy to be disturbed from the comfort of his mothers arms but Jack stood up and walked slowly around the room rocking his slightly. 'Get in bed Rose, I'll put Harry to bed and go check on William.'
Nodding, Rose began to undress in front of her husband, something which she hadn't done since giving birth to her youngest son. She still carried baby weight and felt at the most heaviest she had even been, but while Jack insisted she was more beautiful than ever, Rose had doubted this very much as she still felt like a whale but tonight she was so tired, she didn't have the energy to attempt to cover herself up. Jack watched as she pulled back the covers of the bed, already half asleep. He placed Harry into the cot and rearranged his blankets so he would be warm before helping Rose into bed. William's bedroom was next to their and he had been in bed for some time, the days events obviously tiring him out.
'Make sure Will is asleep.' Rose spoke already half asleep. She murmured as she laid her head on the plump pillow already feeling her body ready to rest. Jack knelt beside her, stroking a few of her loose curls.
'Don't worry I will do.' Jack smiled watching as she closed her eyes, feeling her chest rising and falling. 'Get some sleep, there's some things we need to talk about tomorrow.'
Rose flickered her eyes open. She too had to speak to Jack about some things. 'I have something to discuss too.'
Jack shushed her, stroking her hair. 'We'll talk tomorrow.'
Rose found some strength from somewhere to sit herself upright in bed. Jack perched himself on the edge of the bed, knowing how stubborn his wife was. 'I'd rather talk now.'
'Go ahead then darling.' Jack touched her hand and stroked his thumb over it gently.
'Jack, I feel as though we should stay here for a while longer.' Rose spoke, expecting a bad reaction from Jack knowing he didn't want to even come here in the first place. 'I just feel I cannot leave my mother so soon, she's grieving and I don't want her to be alone.'
Jack remained quiet for a moment, thinking about what Rose said. 'Actually Rose, I wanted to ask you about that.' He paused for a moment. 'Although I was going to suggest we move here.'
Rose suddenly felt awake. 'Move here?'
'Yeah maybe. I know it's a big decision but it would be nice for the kids to grow up with their family around and of course it would be easier for me to run the gallery.'
'I didn't think of that. Are you sure it would what you want?'
Jack nodded, smiling to Rose. 'I want what you want. I just want you to be happy here.'
Rose felt her stomach turn, she hesitated her answer. 'I think I would like to live here.'
'Its settled then. We'll talk more tomorrow but go to sleep Rosie.' Laying back down in bed, Rose felt a smile creep over her face.
I'll go check on Will, I'll be right back. Goodnight Rose.' He pecked her cheek lovingly and knelt beside the bed, knowing it wouldn't be long before his wife was asleep.
