Chapter Forty Three: All You Need Is Love by The Beatles

Rose was laying in bed looking at her phone before going to sleep. Because Helga and Fabrizio weren't together, they couldn't spend the nights together anymore.

They missed each other like crazy. They just wanted to be together. Rose then got a text.

J: I miss you.

R: I miss you too.

J: We have to figure this out. We have to find a way to still be together every night.

R: How?

J: I don't know.

R: Me neither.

J: What if we move you into a different room?

R: I can't do that to Helga.

J: Yeah, I know.

Rose got up and went into the bathroom. She FaceTimed Jack, and he answered right away. "Hey," he said sadly.

"Hi," said Rose. "You look so sad."

"I miss you," said Jack. "I'm sad I'm not with you."

Rose smiled. "Yeah."

"What?" Jack asked.

"Meet me on the roof. Bring layers," said Rose.

"Okay?" Jack said.

"Five minutes," said Rose, and they hung up.

Rose went up to the roof, and Jack was already there. "It's cold," said Jack.

"Oh, come on. It's not that bad," said Rose. Meanwhile, she was wearing two pairs of pants, Uggs, a shirt, a sweatshirt, a fleece, and a hat. "Okay, fine, it's pretty cold."

"I know," said Jack with a chuckle.

"Come here," said Rose. She spread out a sheet, and then put down two blankets and pillows.

She lay down, and Jack lay down next to her. "Still cold?" Jack asked.

Rose shook her head. "You warm me up."

"This was a good idea." Jack smiled and kissed her forehead.

Rose smiled as she felt Jack's lips on her forehead. She looked up at him. "Do you think this whole Helga thing might have to do with our relationship?"

Jack thought for a second. "Maybe," he said. "It can't be easy to watch us and see how much we love each other, and know that your relationship isn't like that."

"Yeah," said Rose. "I didn't mean to give her bad advice. To make her unhappy."

"I know," said Jack.

"I feel awful," said Rose.

"I know," said Jack. "But you apologized. Helga knows you wouldn't purposely do anything to hurt her."

Rose nodded. "I hope so."

Jack wrapped his arms around her and kissed her temple. They fell asleep on the roof, which they hadn't done in a long time.

"How cold are you?" Jack asked when they woke up.

"Not that cold," said Rose. She gave him a quick kiss.

•••

It was a few days later. Thanksgiving, to be exact. Jack was working at the art store, and Rose was in his room. She and Helga still weren't talking.

They had been talking a few days before, and Jack had mentioned how he never had a real Thanksgiving before. She had always loved Thanksgiving, and she wanted Jack to experience that.

Jack walked into his room to find a red picnic blanket laid on the floor. On top of it were place settings and food. There were all of the classic Thanksgiving foods that Rose grew up with.

"Happy Thanksgiving," Rose said with a smile.

Jack laughed. "You made me a Thanksgiving dinner?"

"Yeah," said Rose. "You like it?"

Jack wrapped his arms tightly around her and kissed her. "Of course I do."

They sat and ate their dinner. "So you grew up with this?" Jack asked.

Rose nodded. "When my parents were together, there would always be some big dinner. After my mom left, it would just be my dad and I, and sometimes Janet."

"Can I ask you a question?" Jack asked. "You don't have to answer it."

"Sure," said Rose.

"Why didn't Janet adopt you?" Jack asked.

"She wanted to," Rose began. "My dad didn't want me to live in a different country, and Janet was going to move here for me, but I didn't want her to give up her whole life for me. Then, Emily's parents almost took me in, but I didn't want that."

"Why not?" Jack asked.

"Because I had moved out of Philly without saying goodbye to anyone when my dad was sick, and I didn't know how to go back." Rose looked at her hands as she spoke, but then she looked up at Jack. "I made the right choice."

Jack smiled. "I'm glad you made that choice."

"Me too," said Rose. She took a bite of her dinner. "Tell me something."

"What?" Jack asked.

"I don't know," said Rose.

"I love you," Jack said with a shrug.

"You're… freaking perfect," said Rose with a smile. She grabbed his tee shirt and tangled the neck around her finger and pulled him closer. She waited a minute before giving him a passionate kiss.

After dinner, they sat on Jack's bed and kissed. "You taste so good," Jack whispered.

Rose laughed quietly. "I taste like cranberry sauce."

"Whatever it is, it's working," said Jack, and he kissed her again.