Jack slammed the door behind him as he stormed into the house. Groaning, he sank down onto the sofa and buried his face in his hands, mortified at what had just happened at Rose's. How could he have done that? Kiss Rose when he had just had a successful dinner introducing Molly to Hannah? What had he been thinking? He hadn't been thinking! That was the problem! And to make matters worse...the kiss had strengthened the feelings that already was there. In fact...at that one moment, it was like it had been before the disappearance. Rose was everything...he wanted no one more than her at that moment. Hannah had been completely forgotten! Thank goodness for Molly! He didn't even want to think of what would have happened if Molly hadn't come outside and interrupted!

"Hey, you're home at last. We thought you had gotten lost," Weaver chuckled, walking out of the kitchen with a glass of warm milk in hand. "Don't worry about Cora. Lisa got her to bed and...hey what's wrong with you? You and Hannah didn't have an argument did you?" Weaver frowned, noticing Jack's demeanor. He had never seen anyone look so miserable.

Jack glanced up from his hands and shook his head. "No. We didn't argue."

"Well then, why do you look like you had just failed some kind of test?" Weaver chuckled, walking over to sit next to his nephew, ready to be a listening ear.

At first, Jack found that he didn't want to answer the question. What could he say? That he had just cheated on his fiancee by kissing his wife? How strange did that sound? Not to mention that he didn't know what to do about either woman now. He loved Rose...but he also loved Hannah, but he knew that he couldn't have them both. It wouldn't be fair to anyone. Heck, this whole situation wasn't fair!

"I did something completely stupid...I had just ruined everything! Hannah won't want to marry me now and Rose...who knows what she may be thinking...she's probably terribly confused now and it's all my fault!"

"Whoa, what does Rose have to do with this?" Weaver held up his hands, signaling for Jack to slow down.

"It's a mess, Uncle Weaver...do you really want to know?"

"I wouldn't be asking if I didn't, son."

Jack took a deep breath, steeling himself to recant what had happened after leaving Hannah's. He was afraid to even think about what his Uncle, a man he greatly respected, must think about him now. But he needed advice and there was no one else to give it. "I...I kissed Rose."

"You did what? How did this happen? When I last saw you, you were with Hannah."

"I had walked her home and was on my way back when I decided to stop at the park for a few minutes. That's where I found Rose. She was upset because her mother had returned to form and had been bullying her. We talked...I walked her home...looked in her eyes and totally lost myself and kissed her..."

"Oh Jack…," Weaver tsked, not really surprised that this had happened. Jack was a Dawson. When Dawson men fall in love, it's forever, or at least until one of them dies and maybe even after that. Goodness knows, he was just beginning to feel romantic emotions again after all these years since his wife's death.

"I kissed her and it felt...it felt like home," Jack rubbed his eyes, feeling even more wretched than before. "I don't know what I'm doing. Why did I kiss her? What made me lose myself like that? What if it happens again? What about Hannah? What about Rose? Ugh!"

Feeling bad for his nephew, Weaver wrapped an arm around Jack's shoulder. "You are in quite a dilemma, son."

"I don't understand any of this."

"I do," Weaver chuckled and gave Jack's shoulder an affectionate squeeze. "You're in love with your wife. That's completely normal."

"But what about Hannah? I love her too...I still want to be with her...Cora and I have a secure future with her."

"It's not secure with Rose?"

Jack hesitated, contemplating the question. When he thought of a future with Rose...his heart beat faster and there was a sense of want and excitement and...fear. There was fear because he couldn't help but wonder if she could lose her memory and disappear again? What if she did? What would become of him then? He had come so far emotionally in the past two years. There had been moments when he thought that he would never love another woman again...but he had. Hannah had made him see that life after Rose was possible, at least after losing her the first time...but who's to say he wouldn't lose her again? Sighing, he shook his head.

"No. It's not."

"You know, Jack. As a Dawson male and your own father would agree, I can tell you that once we give our heart to someone, it's theirs forever. Whether we like it or not. Only death can give it back, and it takes a while to move on, even then. You gave your heart to Rose onboard that ship. You gave it to her that night in those cold waters when you were willing to die for her. You never got it back. Not really. You love Hannah, but you are always going to be in love with Rose. That can never change, son. Sometimes, the heart gets ahead of the head and that's probably why you kissed her."

"But...I don't trust her. How can I be with her when I'm afraid she may up and leave me again?"

Weaver felt for Jack. He really did. The boy was in love but was too afraid to be with the girl his heart obviously beat for. If he allowed fear to rule him, he may never truly be happy. But if the girl did lose her memory again...if she disappeared out of his life, Jack may never recover again. "Your fears are warranted. I grant you that, son. Hannah is a good girl, but can you really be happy with her? Can she truly be happy with you, knowing that your heart belongs to another? Or can you overcome that fear and be with Rose? That is the question. What will make you happy?"

Jack sighed as he closed his eyes, still at a loss on what to do. What was the right thing to do here? What could he live with and live without? Why was the question so hard? God, love was not supposed to be like this! "I don't know..."

"Well think about it long and hard, son. Consider your options and make a decision that is right for not only you, but for Cora as well. After all, Rose is her blood. She's always going to be a part of her life, regardless. Right?"

"Of course," Jack nodded. No matter his decision, he wasn't going to let anything get in the way of Cora's relationship with Rose.

"I can tell you one thing, son," Weaver again chuckled, wanting to lighten the mood some. "You have excellent taste in women. Rose is a beauty and Hannah is all sweetness and light. I don't envy your decision."

Jack just gave a wry smile and shrugged. "Well, I am an artist. I'm supposed to be an expert on the subject. Right?"

Weaver laughed and patted his nephew on the back. "Right. Well, I'm off to bed. Early day tomorrow."

"And I'm being page," Jack got to his feet as he heard Cora began to cry.

"Now that girl. She's the real love of your life."

Jack knew that was true. His love for his daughter was the only thing he was sure about right now.