A/N: Hehe...sorry for the long wait! High School is soooo stressing! Well, here it is! Hope you like it!

Chapter Thirty-One

The bar was dimly lit, as the smell of smoke filled the air. The murmuring of the men crammed the room as glasses banged on tables. Some were playing cards, while others were just talking with each other. The two men stepped inside and walked towards the bar, where each took a seat on the stool. A firm hand banged on the counter, as Jack Dawson urged for the bartender to fix him and Fabrizio a glass of beer.

"Two beers, please!" Jack said loudly, so the bartender could hear over the loud murmurs in the room.

"Two beers, coming up!" The bartender answered, as he began filling two glasses with beer. "Here you go, lads," The bartender handed Jack and Fabrizio their own glass and gave a smile towards them. He took a second glance at Jack. "Wait a minute…you look oddly familiar…"

Jack looked up and just smiled. "Yeah," Jack said. "I was here a couple of years back. I'm Jack Dawson."

"Jack Dawson!" The bartender shouted, his eyes wide and shocked. "Well, I'll be! I wouldn't have thought that I'd ever see you again."

"Ah, that's what everybody says," Jack said, taking a sip of the beer, and setting the glass down on the counter.

"Well what do you expect?" The bartender said. "We haven't seen you in two years, for crying aloud!"

Jack let out a heartwarming chuckle as he looked up at him. "Well, I've kinda changed now. I'm not traveling anymore."

"Well, why is that?" The bartender asked.

Jack was just about to answer, when a woman's voice rang out in his ears.

"Jack Dawson!" A familiar voice said. "Jack…is that you?"

Jack turned, finding a woman with black hair that fell past her shoulders and had bright green eyes. A confused look had took over his face, as he eyed the woman. She stood to be about two inches taller than Rose, and had an evergreen colored dress on. She neared towards him, a bright smile pasted on her face.

"My, Jack, I haven't seen you in years!" The woman said.

"Kristen?" Jack said, his eyes wide. He had never suspected to see her again. He met her two years before, when he was in New York before he headed off to Europe. Kristen Jackson was one of his 'girls' that he used to draw. She was one of the first he drew in the nude. Although, they nearly collided in an unwanted relationship, where Jack had called it off, and left to go to Europe. Now, as he looks at her, she seemed two years older, with longer hair, and grew a bit taller from the last time he saw her.

"Oh, so you do remember me," Kristen said, placing a hand on her hip.

"How could I forget you?" Jack asked, a crooked smile on his face.

Kristen smiled. "Well, who's your friend?" Kristen asked, nodding towards Fabrizio.

"Ah, Kristen, this is my best friend, Fabrizio de Rossi, Fabri, this is Kristen Jackson…my, um…my…" Jack said, struggling to find the correct word.

"Friend…his good friend," Kristen said, a mischievous smile on her face.

Jack just looked at her, his brow knitted together as he saw her smile. When she said 'good', he could've sworn he heard a hint of possession and longing…as if she were expecting him to take her in his arms and just make love to her. But Jack knew that that would never happen, for he only shared his love towards the one woman he loves…Rose. Rose, and only Rose. He couldn't even begin to imagine what he would do without her.

"Um…yeah…her friend," Jack said, taking an uneasy cough, as he picked up his glass, and took a long gulp of the beer, before setting it back down on the table.

"Why do you sound so scared, Jack?" Kristen asked, leaning a bit closer towards him. "The Jack Dawson I met, was never scared of anything," Kristen said, letting her hand caress his forearm, feeling his muscular build. "Well, well, well…I see that you have certainly grown more muscular from the last time I've seen you, Jack Dawson," Kristen said, smiling flirtatiously as she inched closer to him, her arm going around his waist.

Jack inched away from her, feeling uncomfortable around a woman, when he was married. Married to the one beautiful woman that he loves and always will love.

"Uh…Kristen?" Jack said, taking her hands off of him, and set them at her side. "This is not right. We're not meant for each other."

"Oh, Jack, come on!" Kristen said, smiling as a girlish laugh escaped her lips. "Where's your sense of fun! I mean, you're the one who used to always do something unpredictable."

"Kristen," Jack said, letting out a frustrated sigh. "I'm not interested. Besides, I'm—"

"Of course you're not," Kristen said, her eyes softening. "Oh, well. I've tried." Kristen said, stepping away from him. "Would you like to go to the park? Maybe we could catch up on old times."

"Sure," Jack said, taking one last gulp of his beer, and slipping his hand into his pocket, where he pulled out a few coins, and dropped it onto the counter, beside the drinks. "Let's go." Jack said, as he led the way out of the bar, alongside Fabrizio and Kristen.

Rose sat on the bench and just sighed, as a hand gently caressed her lower abdomen. For the past hour, she has been sitting there, thinking of her unborn child, and her life with Jack. She looked down at her purse, which lay on her lap, and just clutched onto it, as she heard the children running around and playing in the afternoon sun. As she looked up at the afternoon sky, she let out a short sigh, and got up, ready to go home and prepare lunch. She walked towards the exit of the park, when her steps suddenly stopped. There, about twenty yards away from her stood Jack and Fabrizio. But they weren't alone. Beside Jack stood a stunningly beautiful woman, with raven colored hair and a slim body with a evergreen colored dress showing off her girlish curves. She had a bright smile on her face, as did Jack. Fabrizio just walked along side them, listening in on their conversation, as he shared a few words with them.

Rose saw Jack's placed in his pocket, as she has always seen him keep that habit, and saw as his steps were slow, yet rather rushed. As if he wanted to get away from the woman. To be far away from that woman. Rose just seemed glued to her spot, as she clutched onto her purse. She could feel her shawl flow behind her as the strength of the early summer's breeze caused for it to do so. Her red curls fluttered in the wind, as her eyes held curiosity and a hint of jealousy towards the raven colored hair beauty that stood beside Jack. What was she to her husband? Did she have anything to do with his past? Was she his girlfriend before he met her? Was she his first? His first in bed? As these thoughts played through her mind, she closed her eyes and let out a relaxing breath. When she opened her eyes, she found the woman go in front of Jack, caressing his chest lovingly. Her hands clutched onto her purse tightly, as she felt jealousy and anger creep onto her face. Just as she was about to head on over to them, she saw something that she never expected to see. Something that caused for her heart to ache and for tears to well up in her eyes. There, about ten yards away, Jack and the woman were sharing a passionate kiss. Her feet were glued to the spot she stood in, completely in shock by what she saw. She didn't even see Jack put any effort to push her off. Instead, he put his hand on the small of her back, pulling her closer to him, as if he was enjoying the kiss. She found his hand caressing her ebony colored hair, his own hair falling over his eyes. Rose just stood there, heartbroken and hurt.

Never had she ever thought that Jack would do this to her. Never before had she ever thought that Jack would betray her, after what they've been through. She placed a hand on her lower abdomen, where her unborn child was developing inside of her. Her unborn child, in which Jack fathered. In which Jack had creating with his lovemaking. She let out a loud sob, as she turned around and just ran away from the park, her hand still on her lower abdomen. Tears ran down her delicate cheeks, as she felt her heart break in two. The love that she had once felt for Jack had suddenly broke into a million pieces, being replaced by hatred and hurt. Never before had she ever thought that Jack would cause her so much pain and so much hurt. She had thought that their love would last for all eternity. Well, maybe she was wrong.

Jack stood between Kristen and Fabrizio, as they walked along Central Park. The sun beamed down at them as the gentle breeze caused for their hair to flutter. Jack stopped when Kristen went in front of him, a smile on her face. She moved a bit closer to him, as he felt her hands caress his chest. Jack removed his hand from his pocket and placed it onto her forearm, shaking his head, as he began pulling her away from him.

"Kristen, I—" Jack was cut off when he felt her lips brush against his. He was about to protest, but Kristen held him close to her, and within moments, he responded. His hand went to the small of her back, as his other went on her cheek, where he felt her hair brush against his. He began to imagine that he was kissing Rose, so he pulled her close to him, intensifying their kiss. His hand then began to caress her hair, expecting to feel Rose's fiery red curls against his fingertips, but instead, felt soft flat hair, and seconds later, he pulled away, his eyes wide. He looked over her shoulder, finding Rose running away, hearing her sob. He looked over to Fabrizio, who just looked at him with shock. He looked over at Kristen, finding a satisfied smile upon her face.

"Well, well, well," Kristen said, the pleased smile still upon her face. "I have to admit, you are an excellent kisser."

"Oh, God," Jack whispered, as he put a hand over his face. "Rose…"

"Rose?" Kristen said, chuckling. "My name is Kristen, Jack. Not Rose."

"I KNOW THAT!" Jack exclaimed, as his eyes shone with anger, moistened by his tears.

"Why are you so upset?" Kristen asked. "It was just a kiss, Jack. Nothing serious.

"Just a kiss?" Jack shouted. "Kristen, my wife just saw us exchanging saliva, and you think it's not serious!"

"Wife?" Kristen said.

"Yes, my wife!" Jack said. "Rose is my wife!"

Kristen just laughed. "Oh, please Jack. How could you be married? You don't seem the type to marry."

Jack just looked at her, as his blue eyes threw daggers at her.

"I am married, have been for the past two and a half months!" Jack exclaimed, his voice shaking with anger.

"What do you mean, for the past two and a half months?" Kristen asked.

"I mean that I have a wife, who is pregnant with our first child, and who just ran away because she saw us kissing!" Jack said, furious, as he pointed behind her.

"Pregnant, huh?" Kristen said. "So, married for two and a half months, and you already got her pregnant. Damn, Jack, you sure do work fast. And I thought that you said you said you didn't wanna get settled."

"Kristen, just butt out, okay?" Jack said. "You ruined everything enough as it is!"

"Well, I'm sorry I did," Kristen said, not showing that she meant it. "But, if she doesn't forgive you, you know where to find me…"

"Kristen, I'm never going to sleep with you, so don't even try," Jack said. "I love Rose, more than I ever loved you. We were never in a relationship…you were nothing to me!"

"Nothing?" Kristen said, placing a hand on her hip. "So I am nothing, huh, Jack?"

"Look, Kristen," Jack said. "I never loved you, nor did I have any feelings towards you. I only love one person, and one person only. And that's Rose. She's everything to me. And now, you ruined our marriage."

"Good," Kristen said. "I'm glad I ruined your stupid marriage. She's probably a whore anyway."

Jack raised up a hand, and slapped her across her face. "Never, ever, call Rose a whore again. Do you hear me?" Jack said, angrily pointing at her.

Kristen held the spot that he had slapped her on and closed her eyes, as she felt her cheek burn. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she fought them back. She looked up at Jack, her eyes moistened by her tears.

"Well, I gotta go," Kristen said, her voice choked as she held back her tears. "Just to let you know, Jack, I loved you. For the past two years, I never spent a day without thinking of you." A single tear slid down her cheek. "Well…it was nice knowing you, Jack Dawson. I hope you have a nice life."

Jack just watched Kristen walk away, and he could've sworn that he heard her sob. Sighing, Jack put his hand over his eyes, as he felt tears welling up over them.

"I'm sorry, Rose…" Jack whispered, his voice hoarse and choked. "I'm so sorry…" Jack felt his tears overflow, and once he did, he wiped them away with the back of his hand. He looked over at Fabrizio, who just looked at him with eyes that shone with concern.

"Jack," Fabrizio said, moving towards Jack. "Everything will 'a be okay. Why don't 'a we go back to the apartment and 'a see if la bella Rosa is okay…" Fabrizio put a brotherly arm over Jack's shoulder and led him out of the park.

"What have I done?" Jack cried, as tears furiously fell down his cheeks.

Rose lay on her side of the bed, as tears poured down her cheeks, as she looked up at the ceiling. She has been in the bedroom, crying for the past twenty minutes. Her heart broke at every minute that passed by. She sat up and looked down at her rings. As she looked at the rings, images of their wedding day came to her mind. The day where they became husband and wife. The day where their love for each other grew and grew, up until now, where she found Jack kissing another woman. Rose covered the rings with one hand and brought it to her chest, where she bowed her head, and let her tears overflow.

"Why, Jack," Rose cried. "Why did you kiss her? Why?" Rose looked up, her eyes red from crying. "I thought you loved me…I thought we had everything together…" Rose looked around the room, and fell upon Jack's side of the bed. More tears fell down her cheeks, as she placed a hand on his side, caressing the comforter. "Oh, Jack…what's happening to us?"

She fell upon the bed, and cuddled up into a fetal position, as tears continued to spill out of her eyes, making her heart ache more and more as she thought of the kiss shared by Jack and the woman he was with. A kiss that she thought he'd only share with her, and nobody else. Her body shook in heart-wrenching sobs as her heart spilled out, making Rose more and more vulnerable and hurt by every second that passed by without having to love that one man that had saved her. Her heart ached as she longed to be in Jack's arms once again, to feel his lips brush against hers, and for him to take her to the stars. She ached for them to love again.

Jack and Fabrizio entered Jack's apartment. Fabrizio closed the door behind him and watched as Jack cautiously walked towards their bedroom. He looked over at Fabrizio, his face asking if he should go inside.

"Go," Fabrizio said. "Make her happy again."

Sighing, Jack nodded and raised a clenched fist out in the air, as he gently knocked on the door a few times.

"Rose?" Jack said, his voice hoarse. "Are you in there?"

"Go away," He heard Rose cry out, her voice shaking.

"Please…I can explain," Jack began.

"Leave me alone," He heard Rose cry, and with that, he leaned his forehead against the door. Tears began falling down his cheeks.

"Oh, Rose," Jack cried. "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry," Jack banged on the wall, as he yelled out. "I love you, Rose…please…I love you…I love you…" Jack slid down the door and buried his face in his arms as he cried.

Fabrizio felt his own break, as he watched his best friend cry. He walked over to him, and sat on the floor beside him, where he placed a supportive arm around his shoulder, pulling him into a brotherly embrace, as Jack pressed his face against his shoulder, crying miserably.

"I am 'a here for you, Jack. Rosa will come back to you," Fabrizio said, his voice softly and reassuring.

Jack continued to sob against his shoulder, feeling as if all hope was lost.

A/N: Well, I hope you liked it! Please, please review!