A/N: This was put as Chapter Twenty-Five when it should've been Chapter Twenty-six...I accidentally uploaded the wrong chapter as Chatper Twenty-Five, and again, thanks to Anne for telling me my mistake. Well, I'll stop blabbering and let you read the chapter...again.

Chapter Twenty-Six

It was a bright morning, on the first of May. Jack and Rose had been staying with the Michaels for the past week and a half. During that week, Jack and Rose had spent as much time together as they possibly could. On Sunday's, Jack and Rose would go to church with the Michaels, wearing their finest clothes, and on Saturdays, the Dawson's and the Michaels would spend time together. The weekdays were left to Jack and Rose to do stuff for themselves.

Jack was helping Rose pack, for they were going to leave Santa Monica that evening. Their train leaves at eight o'clock sharp, so they were packing, to get ready early, so they wouldn't miss their train. The sun crept into the guest room, as the gentle breeze blew into the room, causing for the curtains to flutter. Katherine was downstairs, preparing breakfast, as Jonathan and Amanda played in the parlor room. Jon had taken the day off, so he could see Jack and Rose off to the station, and so his family could say a proper goodbye before they left. Jack packed up his art supplies and placed it in a new suitcase, which they had bought a few days earlier. They had also bought a few more paintings for their apartment, as well as more clothes and a few other necessities. Once they had everything packed, they looked through everything, making sure that they hadn't missed anything. After they had done so, they closed their suitcases, and placed them beside the bedroom door. Rose fixed up the bed, making sure everything was in place.

As they stayed in the Michaels house, Rose learned how to cook some foods that Katherine always made, and in matter of a week, Rose learned how to prepare stew, how to bake a cake, and how to make other recipes that Katherine handed down to her. Rose sat down on the edge of the bed, as she looked around the room. She was going to miss the house, for she had a wonderful time staying there. She saw Jack leaning against the wall, with his hands in his pockets and his feet crossed, as he looked down at her. Rose smiled. She folded her hands on her lap, as she looked down at her left ring finger, finding it occupied with her engagement ring as well as her wedding ring. A smile came across her face, as she realized that they have been married for twelve days. To her, it felt as if she were married to him for years. She looked up at him, and smiled.

"We've been married for less than two weeks, you know," Rose said. Jack nodded.

"I know," Jack said. "It feels like years, though. It's hard to believe that we married twelve days ago."

"You counted?" Rose asked, a short giggle escaping her lips.

"I couldn't help myself. I wanted to know how long we've been married, so I checked the calendar, and found out that we've been married for twelve days and known each other for three weeks." Jack said.

"Three weeks…" Rose said, looking up at him. "has it really been three weeks since we were aboard the Titanic? It seems so long ago, it's hard to believe that it's only three weeks."

"I know," Jack said. "I feel the same way. Just to think that our lives changed during those three weeks. That we'd end up married."

"I wouldn't have thought we'd be married as well," Rose said. "I mean, four weeks ago, I was with Cal and my mother, packing up to board the Titanic, and now, I'm with you."

"You know, if someone came to me a month ago, and told me that I was to marry a beautiful red-head, which happened to be an upper class lady, I would've probably laughed and tell them to get a life," Jack said. "But, I really am married to a beautiful red-head, which was, and still is, an upper class woman." Rose smiled.

"And if someone came to me a year ago, telling me that I'll marry a man from steerage, who happens to be quite handsome and caring, I would've probably send them to the asylum for pure insanity," Rose said. "But whenever I look at you, I know that you're the only one I'll ever love." Jack smiled.

"Jack! Rose! Breakfast is ready!" Katherine called out from the kitchen.

"We'll be right down!" Jack called out. He turned to Rose. "So, you ready to eat our last breakfast here?"

"As long as you're with me," Rose said, as she left the guest room and headed down the stairs, with Jack close behind her.

"Rosie!" Amanda said, excitedly as she got up and ran towards her. Rose smiled and picked her up.

"Hi, Mandy bear!" Rose said, smiling at the little girl.

"Daddy said you and Jack are going away," Amanda said, her face beginning to get gloomy.

"Well, yes, we are, Amanda," Rose said.

"But I don't want you to go!" Amanda said, throwing her arms around Rose's neck.

"Oh, Amanda, we won't be gone forever," Rose said. "We're going to visit."

"Really?" Amanda asked, smiling.

"Just to see this angelic face, of course," Rose said, smiling. Amanda smiled and hugged her once more. Rose set Amanda down, and let her go back to coloring. "Hello, Jon." Rose smiled to Jonathan.

"Good morning!" Jonathan said. "I thought you two would never come down." Jack laughed.

"We were just packing our things." Jack said. "We wouldn't wanna leave anything behind, you know." Jonathan nodded.

"Well, why don't you two go on and eat your breakfast. I'll be with you in a minute," Jonathan said. Jack and Rose went over to the dining room, where they found Katherine place a plateful of food on the table, which was nicely decorated. Katherine looked up.

"Well, it's about time!" Katherine said. "Sit down, please. You wouldn't want to stand all day." Jack and Rose took their seats beside each other. "Amanda, Jon, come on!" Katherine called. "Breakfast is ready!"

"Kat, what's the special occasion?" Rose asked, noticing how beautifully decorated the table was.

"Well, it's your last breakfast here, and I want it to be special," Katherine said.

"You're acting as if this is our last meal on earth," Rose said. "Relax, Kat. You don't need to stress yourself out. It's only breakfast." Katherine laughed.

"I did get overboard on this breakfast thing, didn't I?" Katherine asked.

"Just a little bit," Rose said. "But this sure does look delicious."

"I'm glad," Katherine said. "I worked hard on it." Rose smiled, as she began eating. Jack did the same. "I can't believe you two are leaving already!" Katherine said. "It seems as if you two came here yesterday." Rose smiled.

"I know," Rose said. "I'll miss this place."

"I'll miss you," Katherine said.

"I'll miss you too!" Rose said, getting up to give Katherine a hug. Katherine hugged her back. Jack smiled as he watched the two hug. He continued to eat his breakfast. Rose sat down, and continued to eat her breakfast as well, half of her not wanting to leave, but the other half feeling that they should return back to New York.

Hours passed in the Michaels' house, and it was already seven thirty in the evening, leaving Jack and Rose a half hour to prepare to head for the train station. The suitcases were already set beside the door, ready to be picked up when they were ready to leave. Katherine held Amanda in her arms, as Jonathan went to pick up the suitcases. Jack opened the front door and let everyone go in front of him, before he went out, and shut the door behind him. They headed towards the train station, where Jack and Rose would board their train, back to New York. Jack and Rose walked hand-in-hand as they followed Jonathan and Katherine to the train station, which was about five blocks from their house. When they reached the station, it was already seven fifty, leaving them ten minutes to say goodbye to Jack and Rose.

"Oh, Rose, I'm going to miss you so much!" Katherine cried, as she threw her arms around Rose's shoulders, pulling her into a friendly hug.

"Me too, Kat," Rose said, hugging her back, as she felt the tears come to her eyes. Jack watched them.

"I have a feeling Rose isn't gonna be too happy when we arrive in New York," Jack said.

"Why do you say that?" Jonathan asked.

"Look at them," Jack said, as he watched Katherine and Rose hugging each other. Jonathan looked over his shoulder, as his wife hugged Rose, tears falling out of her eyes as she did so.

"I suppose Katherine isn't going to have it as easy as Rose will," Jonathan said. "Rose is like a sister to Kat."

"I know," Jack said. "I just hope that she won't be too depressed." Amanda tugged on Jonathan's pant leg. He looked down.

"Yes, sweetie?" Jonathan said.

"I don't want Jack and Rose to go." Amanda said, her voice shaky from her upcoming tears. Jonathan gave his daughter a warm smile.

"I know, sweetie, but they have too," Jonathan said.

"Why?" Amanda asked, her head craned up.

"Well, they have to go back home," Jonathan said.

"But they have a home with me, mommy and you, daddy." Amanda said, tears shimmering in her light blue eyes. Jack smiled down at her. He crouched down, so he could meet her eyes.

"I'll tell you what," Jack said. Amanda looked into his eyes. "I promise to write to you and your mommy and daddy, and maybe next Christmas, Rose and I could come visit." A smile was brought up on Amanda's face, as she threw her small arms around Jack's strong neck. Smiling, Jack hugged the little girl back, knowing that he's going to miss her. Five minutes passed, as Jack and Amanda made small talk with each other, as Rose and Katherine were still saying their farewells. The sound of the train's horn was what brought them to reality, and Jack and Rose went by each other's side. The train slowly pulled up, stopping as the conductor came out.

"This train is heading to New York," The conductor shouted. "It will leave in less than five minutes!" Jack and Rose looked at each other, as Katherine and Jonathan stood by each other's side, with Jonathan carrying Amanda in his arms. Jack picked up the two suitcases, as he began boarding. Rose, stood where she was, as tears shimmered in her eyes.

"Come on, Rose," Jack said, as he came towards her, taking her hand in his. Rose turned to face him and she nodded sadly, as she looked at the Michaels' one last time. Waving, she climbed on the train, with Jack's help and held onto the railing, as she watched Jack step on. Jack led Rose inside the train, and into their seats. Rose sat at the window, as she waved to her friends, a single tear sliding down her cheek as she watched them wave back to her.

"All aboard!" The conductor yelled, and a minute later, the train slowly began pulling away from the station, as Rose kept on waving to her friends, until they were out of sight. Once Rose couldn't see them anymore, she sat properly in her seat and sighed.

"I'm going to miss them," Rose said, as she looked up at him. Jack looked down at her.

"I know you are," Jack said, kissing the top of her forehead.

"They're such amazing friends," Rose admitted, as she leaned her head against his shoulder. Jack put his arm around her shoulder, and pulled her against him.

"Maybe, after we get things settled in New York, we could move to Santa Monica," Jack said, his eyes glancing downward, as he contacted with Rose's bright blue-green eyes. A smile came across Rose's face as her eyes twinkled up at him.

"You really mean it?" Rose asked, the smile still pasted on her face. Jack nodded, as his blue eyes shone brightly down at her.

"Anything to make you happy," Jack said, pressing his lips against her forehead, taking in the scent of her red curls.

"I love you," Rose whispered as she closed her eyes.

"I love you too," Jack whispered back, holding her hand in his. As the train made it's way through the east, Rose slept on Jack's shoulder, as Jack stood awake, holding onto Rose's hand, as his thoughts were on Rose, and their life together.

The train rode its way through the tracks that led to the east. It was the third day on the train ride, and it was already mid-afternoon. They were now passing through Pennsylvania, as New York was only about five hours away. Jack and Rose had eaten their lunch a while earlier, and now they sat in their seats, as Jack drew on his portfolio, with Rose watching over his shoulder. It was the fourth of May, and the sun shone brightly as the train rode on the tracks. As Jack drew, Rose took something out of the small purse that she carried with her. It was a small book, with a lock. Rose had bought it in Santa Monica, with Katherine on the second week they had spent with the Michaels'. Rose took out a pen, and opened up to the first page of her diary.

5/4/12

Dear Diary,

This is my first entry as a free woman. Throughout my adolescent years, I've been through misery. Everything had changed once my father died when I was sixteen, a mere year ago. My father was the kind of man who would stop what he's doing and spend his whole day with you, no matter what time of day it was. William, my father's name, was my hero. He was everything any girl would ever want in a father. He will always be in my heart, and I will always love him. This entry will explain all the hurt and pain I have lived through for most of my life, up until I married the man I love.

I was brought to this world on December twenty fourth of 1895. My parents-William and Ruth DeWitt-Bukater-were married for eighteen years, before my father lost his battle with leukemia. He was a lovable father, and a father who always was there for me when I needed him the most. He was the type of father to spend all of his spare time with his only daughter, and would do absolutely anything to make me a happy girl. I miss him dearly, and I would do absolutely anything to bring him back to my life. I loved him dearly, and it hurt me when he passed away. My mother, she was quite the opposite. She wanted me to be a perfect, elegant woman, to marry the richest bachelor in town. She had sent me to finishing school by the time I was fifteen, graduating when I turned seventeen. After the loss of my father, I met the one man that I would be forced to get engaged to, seeing that we were growing bankrupt, after paying off the debts of the medical bills that were left behind after my father passed on.

The man I was to become engaged to was named Caledon Hockley, known as the richest bachelor in Philadelphia, being at the age of thirty. I have to admit, that he was quite handsome, and muscular build, but I would never think of becoming his wife, after what he has done to me. By the first month of our engagement, I have met the real Caledon Hockley. The Caledon Hockley nobody else has met. Cal-what he had preferred to be called-became abusive when I had spoken to a man, him having thoughts that I was engaging into another relationship, as I was engaged to him. He slapped me, and began berating me, telling me often times that I were to stay with him and only have conversations with him, and nobody else, unless he was beside me. From then on, he became possessive and obnoxious. From the first slap to the possessiveness, I have had enough of him.

Unfortunately, he had bought tickets for us to board, what then was called, the 'Ship of Dreams', also nicknamed the 'unsinkable' ship. We were to board the Titanic, to return to America, after our shopping spree in Paris, France. The day of the maiden voyage arrived, and we were to board the ship by noon. I wanted to wear black, seeing that I was feeling miserable and unhappy. Cal had objected to my choice, and told me to change, to put on a more suitable outfit for the boarding. I, however, couldn't argue with him and went to change. A few hours later, we boarded the luxurious ship. I felt as if we were boarding a slave ship, that would take me to America in chains, and more likely make my life more miserable, for I was to marry Cal once we reached America.

However, the trip was the opposite. The voyage was much more exciting than what I'd thought it would be. One, I met the man that I would soon marry, two, I have experienced adventure aboard the ship, with the help of the man that I would love, three, aboard the ship was when I fell in love with him. Him, being Jack Dawson-my husband. We've been through hell and back, when the ship had struck the iceberg. First, Cal had framed Jack for stealing the Heart of the Ocean-a necklace with a rare blue diamond, costing up to two million dollars-with the help of Lovejoy, his valet. Secondly, he had Jack arrested, locking him up at the lower part of the ship, as it was sinking in the cold North Atlantic. Thirdly, Cal had shot at us as the ship was sinking, leading us back to the dangers of the ship, and fourthly, I had come close to losing Jack, in the freezing waters. Luckily, he had survived, leaving me a happy woman.

Jack and I married on the twentieth of April, only several days after the sinking. We figured that it would keep Cal away from us, leaving us alone for once, after everything he has done to us. Unfortunately, had had returned, hoping that I'd come with him. But I wasn't willing to go anywhere with him, not when I'm married to Jack. Jack. Just the mention of his name causes for my heart to flutter. He's my world, and I love him. I wouldn't know what I'd do without him by my side. I wouldn't know what I'd do if he died that night, with the other fifteen hundred people who perished with the Titanic. I have never experienced anything so tragic and yet, so beautiful. Tragic, that she had sank, but beautiful that I met the man that I would soon marry.

Every time I look into his eyes, I fall in love again. It's as if I experience love over and over again and never getting tired of it, for I know that our love for each other would last for God knows how long. I feel safe in his arms, and it comforts me, to know that I'll have the ability to spend the rest of my life with him and still have all the love there from when we first met. Being a very talented artist, Jack captures the person's soul and draws it all on paper, as if the portrait was alive. I love art, and I am amazed every time I watch Jack draw his portraits. It stunned me to know that Jack was born with a talent so pure and so incredible, that I know someday, he would open up his own gallery and make loads of money, possibly, and maybe become a famous artist as he wishes to be.

The train is about a mile away from the train station in New York, that will bring our honeymoon to an official end. I had enjoyed my stay in Santa Monica, and wish that we would visit there more often. It's a beautiful place, and it's adventurous. I just hope that Jack and I would go back there, probably in the summer, and maybe go horseback riding again. Well, I will be ending this journal now, for I have written for the past hour and a half. I'm exhausted and Jack is getting a bit bored to sitting here doing nothing, when he had finished his portrait. I hope to write in you soon and maybe you'll learn more about my life. As of now, goodnight.

Rose Dawson

Closing her diary, Rose placed it back into her purse, along with her pen, then sat back, as her head glanced over at her husband, who seemed to be just as exhausted as she was. Smiling, Rose placed a hand over his and held it firmly in her own. Jack turned his head and smiled at her, as he squeezed her hand. He brought her hand towards his lips and gently placed a tender kiss on her delicate hand, causing for Rose to smile and feel warmth envelope her body at the rough touch of his tender lips. Within forty-five minutes, the train had finally come to a halt, stopping at the train station by a quarter to nine. Jack got up as took his suitcases as he slowly began walking away from their seats, with Rose close behind him. Climbing down the steps, Jack set the suitcases down and held out his hands to help Rose out of the train. Smiling, Rose bent down and wrapped her arms around Jack's neck and allowed for him to carry her out of the train.

Setting her down, Jack looked into her eyes and smiled brightly, before placing a tender kiss onto her ruby red lips. A moment later, their lips had pulled apart, leaving a loving smile on each of their faces as Jack picked up the suitcases and led the way out of the train station and into the dark streets of New York City. As they were walking, the chilly wind blew against them, causing for Rose to hug herself. Jack noticing that Rose was shivering stops walking and places the suitcases down, as he took off his light jacket, placing it on Rose. Rose looked up at him and smiled, thanking him for the jacket. Jack smiled and picked up the suitcases as they began walking down the block, until they reached their apartment. Rose opened the door, as she watched Jack step inside the lobby of the apartment building. Closing the front door, Rose began climbing the steps, with Jack close behind her. Reaching their floor, Rose took the key from the small purse that she carried with her and slipped it through the keyhole, opening their apartment door, allowing for them to enter their home. Once they were in their parlor room, Rose turned on the light, exposing the room to them, finding it the same as they have last left it. Jack placed the suitcases beside the door, as he closed the door. Rose walked towards the kitchen, wanting to get a glass of water, to quench her thirst. Jack stood beside her as he watched her take small sips from her glass. Rose stopped drinking and smiled up at him.

"Is something the matter, darling?" Rose asked, looking into his blue eyes. Jack smiled and shook his head.

"I just can't seem to get enough of you," Jack said. "I'm in love with you." Rose smiled as she set her glass down and went towards her.

"Really?" Rose asked. "It's good to know that you are in love with me, because I know I'm deeply in love with you,"

Jack smiled as he leaned closer, pressing his lips onto hers, as he brought her into a passionate kiss, loosening all the love that was within his body, and transferring it to Rose, as they kissed. Bringing his hand downward to the small of his back, Jack pulled her closer to him, as he felt Rose's delicate hand placed behind his neck, as she fingered his golden hair. Their lips brushed against each other, as their tongues made love of their own, both oblivious to the world around them, lost into their own world through the depth of their kiss. Moments passed and their kiss was still strong, as if it would never end. Finally, they pulled away to catch their breaths, as both stared into each other's eyes.

"You're so beautiful," Jack whispered, as he let his thumb stroke her delicate cheek. Rose smiled, as the windows to her soul gazed into the blue orbs that always made her feel week to her knees, as the depth of his eyes caused for her to fall in love over and over again, with the one man that she will ever love.

"I love you," Rose said, burying her face into his chest, clutching onto his shirt, as she breathed in his scent, never in her life, experiencing love by a man as handsome as Jack was, and yet still caring and honest. Jack gently stroked her hair, as he held her close to him, not wanting to let go of the beauty that he held in his arms.

"I love you too, Rose." Jack said, as he buried his face into her hair. "More than words can ever say." Rose lifted her head and smiled, as their lips met once more, bringing them into an intimate kiss, that never seemed to end. Within minutes, they were in their bedrooms, making sure that every light was out, and lay on their beds, as their kiss led to something more as Jack took Rose to the stars yet again.

A/N: Well, please review!! I'm sorry for the confusion...please forgive me!! :(...