Chapter Twenty-Eight
Jack was sitting on a bench at central park, his portfolio balanced on his leg, as he drew a portrait of two elderly couple, who still seemed to be in love, even after many years that passed. As Jack sketched them, he hoped that Rose and himself would end up like the elderly couple. In love despite the pain and heartache they had suffered throughout their years of marriage. Minutes later, he had finished drawing and signed his initials as well as dated the portrait, at the bottom right hand corner. Blowing off any excess dust from the lead, he took the portrait out of his portfolio and got up, as he walked towards the elderly couple.
"Um, excuse me," Jack said, getting the elderly couple's attention. "Here, I drew this." The elderly man took the portrait from his hand.
"This is incredible," The man said, amazed at how perfectly the portrait was drawn. "Christine, look at this portrait the young gentlemen drew." The elderly woman, known as Christine, gazed down at the drawing.
"Oh my, Nicholas," Christine said, giving out a warm smile. "It's beautiful." Christine looked up at Jack, still having the smile on her face. "Thank you, Mr…?"
"Dawson," Jack said, extending his hand. "Jack Dawson."
"Nicholas Dickerson," Nicholas said, shaking Jack's hand. "I really appreciate you sharing your talent."
"No problem," Jack said, smiling. "It's a pleasure having you as my inspiration."
"You're a fine young gentleman," Christine said. "I also see that you have a ring. Are you married?"
"Yes," Jack said, smiling. "I am."
"She must be one lucky woman to be married to an artist like you," Christine smiled. Jack smiled back. "You do love her, don't you?"
"With all my heart and soul," Jack said.
"That's wonderful," Christine said. "Nicholas and I feel the same, after fifty years of marriage." Jack's eyes went wide, as his eyebrows furrowed.
"Fifty years!" Jack said, amazed. "Wow, that's a long time."
"It is, but is shows how long we've been in love," Nicholas interjected. Jack smiled.
"I hope my love for my wife lasts just as long," Jack said.
"Well, if she loves you just as much as you love her, then your love for each other should last a lifetime. Even beyond that," Christine said.
"I hope so," Jack said.
"Do you have any children?" Christine asked.
"Not yet, but she's pregnant with our first," Jack said, slipping his hand in his pocket.
"Congratulations," Nicholas said. "The first is always the special one."
"We have seven children," Christine said. "All grown and married, with children of their own." Jack smiled.
"They must be proud to have parents like you," Jack smiled. Nicholas and Christine smiled. "Well, I should be off. It's nearly seven, and I promised my wife that I'd be home by then."
"It was nice talking to you, Jack," Nicholas said. "Hope we could see you around more often."
"Hope so," Jack said.
"We come by central park everyday at four o'clock, so maybe we could see each other then," Christine said. Jack smiled.
"I'll be delighted," Jack said. "Maybe I'll bring my wife with me the next time we meet."
"Oh please do," Christine said. "I'd love to meet her."
"Well, it was nice meeting you," Jack said, as he tucked his portfolio under his arm.
"Same to you," Nicholas said. Jack waved from over his shoulder, as he began to walk away, leaving the two elderly couple with the portrait he had drawn.
Walking down five blocks, Jack had reached the apartment building. Climbing up the steps, he opened the door and entered the lobby, in which he found empty. Whistling, Jack began climbing the stairs, until he reached the floor that would lead him to his apartment building and turned the knob, as he opened the door to their apartment. Stepping in, Jack closed the door behind him and set his portfolio on the coffee table. Since Rose wasn't in the parlor room, he went to search for her in the bedroom, but stopped when the aroma of freshly cooked food filled his nostrils. Smiling, he headed towards the kitchen, where he found Rose over the stove, mixing up a sort of stew. He went towards her and wrapped his arms around her waist, as he kissed her cheek lovingly. Rose smiled, as she shut off the flame.
"Well, how was your day?" Rose asked, looking up at her husband as she was in his arms.
"Fine," Jack said, looking down at her. "Yours?"
"It was okay," Rose said. "Although I have to admit, it was quite lonely without you in my arms."
"I'm sorry," Jack said, giving out a pout. Rose laughed.
"It's all right, Jack," Rose said. "Besides, it's best if we don't spend all our time together."
"Really?" Jack asked, pulling her close to him. Rose looked up at him, as she felt a smile appear on her face.
"Well, in some occasions," Rose said, a teasing smile spread across her face.
"I thought so," Jack said, smiling. Rose smiled and clutched onto his shirt, as she pulled him towards her, pressing his lips onto hers. She felt Jack's arms wrap around her, as she wrapped hers around his neck. Their lips devoured each other, making the kiss more intense and passionate. Jack's hand traveled towards her hair, as he felt the soft curls of her fiery hair gently graze his fingers. Rose's fingers went throw his golden hair, as she felt his tousled strands of hair go through her fingers. Both breathed in as much air as they possibly could through their nose, as they continued to share their passionate kiss, that enveloped their love for each other. Minutes later, they pulled away from their kiss, both trying to catch their breaths. Jack's thumb gently caressed her cheek as she looked up at him with twinkling eyes. "You're so beautiful," Jack whispered, as his eyes were locked in hers.
"And you're so handsome," Rose smiled. Jack returned the smile, as his hand was still upon her cheek. "Well, we should be eating our dinner, before it gets cold." Rose said, turning as she removed the lid from the pot and began filling two platefuls of stew that she had prepared for the past hour and a half.
"That looks good," Jack said, looking over her shoulder. Rose smiled up at him.
"Well, I hope it tastes as good as it looks," Rose said, as she filled up the plate with good amount of stew, and placed the plates on the table.
"Rose, I tasted your stew before," Jack said, smiling. "And it was delicious. I hate to say this, but it was more better than my mother's." Rose looked up at him.
"That's impossible," Rose said, grabbing two glasses and setting them on the table. "I'm sure your mother's stew was much more delightful than mine."
"I like yours better," Jack said, taking a seat on one of the chairs. "I used to remember how I would always hide some away to look as if I ate it." Rose turned and had a smile across her face.
"Why, Jack Dawson, you must've caused your mother quite some trouble," Rose said. Jack laughed.
"Well, sometimes," Jack admitted, as he lifted the fork and began eating the potato chunks. "You see, I told you it was more better than my mother's."
"How so?" Rose asked.
"It has more flavor," Jack said.
"Well, I'm glad you enjoy my stew," Rose said. "But I'm sure your mother was a good cook."
"She was," Jack said, as he put another forkful of potato chunks in his mouth. Rose filled the glasses with freshly squeezed orange juice, since that was the only beverage that they had left. Once she had the glasses filled, she took a seat across from Jack and began eating as well.
"You know, it's almost Annie's birthday," Rose said, as she took a sip of her orange juice.
"It is?" Jack asked. "When is it?"
"The fifteenth," Rose said. "I believe she'll turn nineteen." Jack nodded as he took a sip of his beverage.
"Maybe we could throw her a surprise party or something," Jack said.
"That sounds like a good idea," Rose said, smiling.
"So on the fifteenth, we'll get everything ready," Jack said. Rose smiled and continued to eat.
Jack and Rose ate peacefully as the time passed by. By the time they were finished, it was already eight o'clock and the sky was growing dark. Rose was gathering the dishes as Jack went out to smoke. Setting the dishes in the sink, Rose took a wet cloth and began cleaning off the table. She then went over to the sink and began to wash the dishes and within fifteen minutes, she was finished. Taking a dry cloth from the counter, Rose dried her hands off and walked towards the parlor room, where she sat on the sofa. Rose caught a glimpse of Jack's portfolio, which was placed on the coffee table. Leaning over, she retrieved the portfolio and set it on her lap, where she opened the portfolio to the first page. Rose smiled as she found Katherine and herself speaking to each other near the counter at the Michael's house. Flipping to the next page, Rose found herself sleeping on the bed in the guest room. She looked peaceful, as if nothing would ever disturb her from her sleep. Rose looked down, beside his initials, and found that he had written something. As she read the words, a smile came across her face. The words that were written under the drawing was sweet and beautiful, which made Rose feel warm and loved inside. Rose Dawson, an angel that has been sent from heaven. She's my heart and soul. She's my life. I love you, Rose Dawson. Tears welled up in Rose's eyes as she read the words that were written by the familiar handwriting she had seen before her. Flipping to the next drawing, Rose found that it was a portrait of Jonathan, Katherine, and Amanda together, with smiles on their faces. For glanced down at the bottom right hand corner, and found that Jack had drew it the same day they had left Santa Monica to head back to New York. A smile came across Rose's face as she glanced down at the portrait of the three people that she had learned to love from the two weeks Jack and herself had stayed in their house. Rose looked through Jack's drawings for the next half hour, admiring each portrait that was sketched by her husband, whom inspired her and who stole her heart. She knew that their love for each other would last for as long as they were breathing, and even beyond that, for she knew their love was strong enough to last for an eternity, or even longer.
Jack leaned against the apartment building, as a cigarette hung between his lips, as his piercing blue eyes gazed around his neighborhood. Removing the cigarette from his lips, he blew out the smoke. As his eyes were glued to the building opposite him, he caught a glimpse of a figure, who was walking rather slowly, with his head bowed. A hat was slumped on his overgrown black hair, which was covered with a bandage. Narrowing his eyes to catch a closer glimpse of him, he realized that the man had looked vaguely familiar. Flicking his cigarette onto the pavement, he began moving a few steps closer, his heart beat quickening as he did so. Could that really be his long lost friend? His best friend? The one man that he had traveled with for the past two years, before they boarded that ill-fated ship? Jack swallowed hard, as his eyes grew wider by every step he had took to get closer to the lonesome man who was walking down the sidewalk across the street from him. As he grew closer to the man that was a few feet away from him, memories immediately came across his mind. From the moment he first met him, to the moment where he thought of him dead. Jack stopped dead in his tracks, as he ran a hand through his blonde hair. He watched as the man walked further away from him, which had caused for Jack to stand and wonder.
"Fabri…" Jack whispered. "Fabri!" Jack said louder. Loud enough for him to hear. He watched as the man stopped walking and slowly turn around. He had a confused expression pasted upon his face as his eyes narrowed to take a closer look. Suddenly, a broadened, tired, smile came across his face as his eyes widened.
"Jack!" Fabrizio shouted.
"Fabri!" Jack cried out, as tears welled up in his eyes, at the sight of his best friend, whom he had thought to be dead for the past two months. Thought of him below the depths of the North Atlantic. Fabrizio had made his way towards Jack, the smile still pasted across his face. Once they were a foot apart, they had threw each other's arms around each other, where they were brought into a brotherly hug. "Oh, God, Fabri, I thought you were dead!"
"I was in hospital," Fabrizio said, pointing behind him. "A few blocks away from here. I just got out." Fabrizio said, gazing into Jack's eyes. "I have stayed there for the past two months—recovering from my injury."
"For all this time, I thought—" Jack began, as he ran his fingers through his hair. "I'm so sorry Fabri—"
"Why you sorry for?" Fabrizio asked, looking at Jack with a brow furrowed. "You did not do anything, capisci?"
"I shouldn't have told you and Tommy to go to the other side," Jack said. "I should've just left you guys stay with me. I'm such an idiot!"
"No, Jack," Fabrizio said, taking hold of Jack's arms, his warm brown eyes gazing into Jack's ocean-blue eyes. "You are not an idiot, okay? You did not do anything wrong."
"Fabri—" Jack began, his eyes gazing down at him.
"Jack, listen," Fabrizio said. "You love the first class girl, no?" Jack smiled, nodding his head. "You worry about her, no?"
"Yeah, but—" Jack began, before being interrupted.
"That's all you need to know," Fabrizio said. "You love her, you worry about her, you no do anything wrong. You save her life. Made her a happy woman. You no need to feel guilty, capisci?"
"Fabri," Jack said. "It's just that you could've died out there, because of me."
"If I did, I would not have died because of you, okay?" Fabrizio said. "Look, I no want to argue with you. You are my best friend, no?" Jack nodded his head, as he placed a smile across his face. "Then don't feel guilty and blame yourself for something you did not do, okay?"
"It's hard not to, Fabri," Jack said. "I dragged you into that mess in the first place."
"No, Jack," Fabrizio said. "Don't talk like that. If you no go on the Titanic, you would not have met that bella Rosa."
At the mention of Rose, he glanced up at the building across from him, staring at the third story window, which belonged to his apartment. Jack then realized that he had been gone for more than twenty minutes, promising Rose that he would be back by five minutes, just to have a smoke. Looking down, he removed the blonde strands of hair that fell over his eyes.
"Uh, why don't you come upstairs?" Jack asked. "I'm sure that you'd like to officially meet Rose."
"S�," Fabrizio said, smiling. "I would love to."
Jack smiled and crossed the street, with Fabrizio close beside him. As climbed the three stone steps, he opened the front entrance of the building and allowed for Fabrizio to go ahead of him. As they entered the lobby, Jack found Michael stepping out of his apartment.
"Hey, Jack," Michael said, a bright smile pasted on his face. "I was just gonna go upstairs to see you. But I see that you beat me to it." Jack laughed.
"Well, you're free to come upstairs," Jack said. "Michael, this is my good friend Fabrizio de Rossi. Fabri, this is my landlord and good friend, Michael Calvert."
"Ciao," Fabrizio smiled, shaking hands with him. "Pleased to meet you."
"And to you," Michael said. "How's Rose doing?" Michael asked Jack.
"She's doing fine," Jack smiled.
"That's good," Michael said.
"Well, let's get upstairs," Jack said. "Rose must be worried enough as it is. I've been gone for about half an hour, promising to be back within five minutes."
"Oh," Michael said. "She wouldn't be too upset with you, I'm sure."
"Well, there's only one way to find out," Jack said, climbing the steps that would lead him up the third floor with his two friends close behind him.
Rose was in the bedroom, sitting on the bed as she leaned against the headboard. Her mind was preoccupied by her unborn child. A hand rested on her lower abdomen as she stared off into space. Ever since she had found out that she was pregnant, she had become to think of whether or not she would be a good mother or not. If she would raise her daughter or son the way a mother should raise a child. Rose was quite frightened to become a mother, yet she was also excited and thrilled. She had always wanted to become a mother, but never expected to be a mother at a young age. Getting up from the bed, Rose walked over to the dresser, where a picture of Jack and herself on their wedding day stood. Annie had taken the picture with her new camera in which she had bought a few months prior to their wedding.
In the picture, Jack had his arm wrapped around her shoulders, with a bright smile pasted across his face. Rose's head leaned against his shoulder, as her arms were wrapped around his body. The tuxedo he wore made him look more handsome as did his haircut. Rose's white dress was low-cut with short sleeves and beautiful embroidery, which had made the dress look even more elegantly. The crown that was placed atop of Rose's head had made her look even more beautiful to Jack, which had made him love her even more. On her left hand, her two rings were visible. The two rings in which symbolized Jack's love for her. In Jack's eyes, she could see such love and happiness, that she would believe that that was the best day of his life. Her wedding day was the most memorable days of her life, as well as the best day of her life. Even though her marriage to Jack had occurred only several days after the tragedy, Rose knew that throughout the tragic events they've been through, their love with always be strong and will last for an eternity, and even beyond that. Smiling, she set the picture down back where she had got it from and moved towards the window, as she overlooked the beauty of the city. Even though they weren't on the highest floors, she could see the beauty of the city from the floor of their apartment.
Sighing, Rose stepped away from the window and glanced at the clock that hung on the wall. It was already half past eight in the evening, and Jack hadn't returned. He said that he'd take five minutes to smoke his cigarette and Rose realized that he should've been back a half hour earlier. Rose came to thought that Jack might've taken a stroll to the park to relax himself, and at the thought, she went towards the dresser, where she took out a nightgown. Heading towards the bathroom, Rose turned on the water in the tub and put the plug on the drain. She poured some bathing bubbles into the water and watched as bubbles began forming. After she done so, she began undressing. She slipped a foot into the water, finding it hot enough for her to bathe in, so she sank under the water, as she felt her body relax against the warmth of the water. Finding that the tub was filled, she shut off the water and leaned her head against the headrest on the tub, where she closed her eyes. The fragrance of the bubbles lingered in her nostrils, which made her smile and feel clean and warm.
Opening her eyes, she began bathing herself, scrubbing every inch of her body with soap. Once she had done so, she took hold of her shampoo and began lathering her wet curls with the hair cleanser. Having done that, she rinsed her hair off, until every bubble of shampoo had disappeared. Rose then pulled the plug off the drain and got up, where she grabbed a towel from the towel rack and wrapped it around her body. Carefully, Rose stepped out of the tub and began drying herself off. Having done so, Rose put on clean undergarments and slipped on her nightgown, which showed ever curve in her body. Taking a brush, Rose began untangling every curl, making her slumped curls become soft and bouncy. Once Rose finished with her hair, she set the brush down and picked up the clothes that were thrown on the floor and dumped them into the laundry basket. Stepping into her bedroom, Rose slipped under the covers and lay on her side, where she hugged the comforter against her body and stared off into space. Within a few minutes, Rose began to grow weary and soon fell fast asleep.
Jack had entered his apartment, with Michael and Fabrizio close by. Jack had called Rose's name out as he closed the door. Having no response, he went to the kitchen, which he found to be empty. Heading towards their bedroom, he found her lying on her side, her eyes closed and her shallow breath heard. Smiling, Jack headed towards her, where he pressed his lips against her forehead.
"Sweet dreams, my love," Jack whispered in her ear. He saw her smile and mumbled 'I love you' to Jack and went back to her slumber. Smiling, Jack caressed her curls and stepped out of the bedroom, closing the door behind him. "She's asleep," Jack said, as he placed his hand into his pockets.
"Okay, then, maybe I should come back tomorrow," Michael said, turning to leave.
"You don't have to leave," Jack said. "We could sit on the couch and talk. Rose is sound asleep. She wouldn't mind."
"Well, maybe for a few minutes," Michael said, as he went over to the sofa where he took a seat. Fabrizio and Jack stood behind the sofa, where Jack glanced over at his best friend, whom he had known for two years, and thought him dead for the past two months.
"Have a seat Fabri," Jack said, nodding his head towards the couch. "Make yourself at home." Fabrizio smiled and headed towards the couch, where he took a seat and rested his head against the headrest. "Would you guys like anything to drink?"
"No, I'm fine," Michael said.
"S�," Fabrizio said. "A glass of water would be fine." Jack nodded and headed towards the kitchen, where he took a glass from the cabinet and filled it with tap water. Jack then walked back to the parlor room, where he handed the glass to Fabrizio. "Grazie…thank you Jack."
"No problem," Jack said, heading towards the armchair besides the sofa. The three sat there quietly, neither knowing what to say to each other. Jack leaned back, as he glanced at Fabrizio and at Michael, who sat there quietly, each preoccupied with their own thoughts. Jack then remembered that he had to pay his month's rent to Michael. Slipping his hand into his pocket, he retrieved a ten dollar bill. "Here, Mike," Jack said, handing the bill to Mike.
"What's this for?" Michael asked, staring down at the ten dollar bill.
"It's the month's rent," Jack explained.
"Oh, right," Michael said, taking the money and placing it into his pocket. Silence, once again, lingered in the air, causing for Jack to grow more and more fed up.
"I'm bored out of my mind!" Jack said, running both his hands through his hair, and locking his fingers behind his head. Fabrizio then spoke to Jack, after setting the empty glass down.
"How are you and la bella Rosa doing?" Fabrizio asked, eyes on his best friend. Jack looked up at him and smiled.
"She's doing good," Jack smiled, as he looked down at his wedding band that was placed on his left ring finger.
"Che cose quello?" Fabrizio asked, nodding his head towards his hand.
"My wedding ring," Jack said. "Rose and I married two and a half months ago—just five days after it happened."
"Che?" Fabrizio asked, eyes wide. "You married five days later?" Fabrizio asked, as Jack nodded his head. "Mamma mia, tu è pazzo! Marry the girl after knowing her per dieci giorni!" Jack laughed as he looked over at him.
"You know what else?" Jack asked.
"What?" Fabrizio asked, his heavy Italian accent noticeable.
"I found out that she's pregnant with our first child," Jack said, folding his hands, as his elbows leaned against his knees.
"Bambino?" Fabrizio said, a shocked look pasted across his face. "Dio mio Jack, what else are you 'a gonna do?" Jack laughed, finally feeling the guilt and the grief leave him.
"A baby?" Michael asked, as he listened to he conversation. "Rose is pregnant?"
"Two months along," Jack said, looking over at Michael.
"Congratulations," Michael said, smiling.
"Thanks," Jack said, returning the smile.
"You are one lucky man, Jack," Fabrizio said, smiling towards his friend. "You married the woman you love."
"I love her more than ever now," Jack said, as strands of his hair fell over his eyes. "She means the world to me."
"I know she does," Fabrizio said, smiling towards him. "I remember how you always talk about her. From the way you talk about her, I know you love her. You two are 'a made for each other. How do you say it? You two are a match made in 'a heaven."
Jack smiled as he heard his friend say this to him. Hearing this from a person that he thought to be dead for two months and now, found that he was alive, with a minor injury which had been recovered when he left the hospital. Fabrizio was like a brother to him. He was always there when he needed him the most and he always gave him good advice when it came to women. As he gazed into Fabrizio's eyes, he found a hint of sadness in them. Even though he had a smile pasted upon his face, the sadness was still visible within his tender brown eyes. Jack wondered why his friend was gloomy. Had he lost someone he cared for? As that question lingered in his mind, he had come to solve his curiosity. Fabrizio did have an admiration towards a blonde-haired Norwegian woman that was aboard the Titanic. Jack remembered how Fabrizio would tell him about Helga, as Jack would tell him about Rose. Jack hoped that Fabrizio would learn to love again, although he knew that it would be impossible for Fabrizio had only loved Helga. Jack knew that if he was in the same situation as Fabrizio, he wouldn't love again, for Rose meant everything to him. Without her in his life, he wasn't worth living and he knew that no other woman could even compare to Rose, for Rose was unique. She was one of a kind, for there was no other woman like her. She had a free-spirit, adventurous side of her that Jack had never seen in a woman. Suddenly, he heard the grandfather clock chime, indicating that a new hour has come. Looking up at the clock, Jack had found that it was already eleven o'clock.
"Whoa," Michael said, getting up. "I should get going. I'm exhausted and I need to get my rest."
"All right," Jack said getting up, to see him to the door.
"See you tomorrow Jack," Michael said, patting him on the shoulder. "Oh, you don't need to walk me out. I could do that myself. Have a good night, Jack."
"You too, Mike," Jack said, as he watched Michael leave the apartment, closing the door behind him as he did so.
"Well, I should get going," Fabrizio said getting up.
"Wait," Jack said. "Do you have anywhere to go?"
"No," Fabrizio said. "But I could 'a sleep out in the streets, like I always did with you."
"Fabri, I can't let you do that," Jack said. "What kind of a friend would I be if I did that to you?"
"Do what?" Fabrizio asked.
"Send you out to the streets," Jack said. "Fabri, you're staying here with us until you find a place of you own. You could stay here as long as you wish. I'm sure Rose wouldn't mind."
"No, Jack," Fabrizio said. "I would not want to intrude. You and la bella Rosa are 'a newlyweds. You no need me to be in your way."
"Who said you'd be in the way?" Jack asked. "Fabri, you're my best friend. I just found out that you were alive after believing that you were dead for the past two months. You're not about to let me let you leave to let the guilt build up upon me, are you?"
Fabrizio let out a short sigh, as he glanced up at his friend. "I don't know, Jack. What am I 'a supposed to do here?"
"Nothing," Jack said. "Just take my apartment as your home. And if you don't want to stay here, you're free to leave. You just have to inform me before you do."
"I don't know Jack," Fabrizio said. "Would Rosa really want me here?"
"I'm sure she would," Jack said. "Trust me."
"Jack—" Fabrizio began.
"If it'll make you feel any better, I'll talk with her in the morning and then we'll see what she thinks," Jack said.
"S�," Fabrizio said. "That will make me feel much better."
"Good," Jack said. "As for now, you can sleep in the guest room." Jack led Fabrizio towards a hallway, and to the second door on the right. "This is the guest room," Jack said, opening the door for him, revealing a queen sized bed with a dresser and a door that lead to the closet. "The bathroom is over there," Jack said pointing about two doors away from them. "And the kitchen is straight down that way. Make yourself at home and feel free to take anything you want." Jack said.
"Grazie, Jack," Fabrizio said. "I really appreciate it. You are like a brother to me."
"And so are you," Jack said, smiling. "I'm glad that you're alive."
"Me too," Fabrizio said, smiling brightly. Jack pulled him into a brotherly hug.
"Good night Fabri," Jack said as he headed towards a door beside the guest room.
"Buonanotte," Fabrizio smiled.
"Buonanotte," Jack repeated as he opened the door to his bedroom and stepped inside, where he closed the door beside him. Rose was still in the same position that he had left her and he could hear her shallow breaths as she was in a deep slumber. Smiling, Jack removed his heavy boots and set the aside, where he removed his corduroy pants as well as his thin shirt, setting them onto a chair. Jack headed towards his side of the bed, where he slid under the covers and cuddled beside Rose, where he put an arm over her waist and placed his head above hers. He felt her cuddle closer to him and place a hand on top of his. Smiling, Jack placed a kiss onto her fiery red curls and closed his eyes, where he was brought into a dreamless slumber.
A/N: Please review!!!!!