A/N: This may not be one of my best chapters, but bear with me...I tried my best...I hope you like it!!! :D :D :D
Chapter Thirty-Six
Jack immediately got up from under Kristen and fixed his shirt. While Rose was 'kidnapped', Kristen had done everything she could to make Jack kiss her, but he hadn't enjoyed a bit of it. His mind wasn't thinking clearly, when he suddenly found himself laying on the couch, with Kristen on top of him, unbuttoning his shirt, and pulling her dress down. Jack had asked Kristen numerous times where Rose was, and all she said was that she was with Jimmy somewhere, and Jack began to grow worried to her whereabouts. Kristen, to Jack, was a female version of what Cal was, only she wasn't engaged to anyone, or had she framed anyone. The only comparison that she had with Cal, was that she wanted him to herself—just as Cal had wanted Rose to herself, when they were on the Titanic. But, at least Cal had changed—or so he hoped.
Jack stepped away from Kristen, who had pulled her dress back up, and he looked over at Kristen, to Jimmy. He noticed the anger shining in Kristen's eyes as she looked up at Jimmy.
"What do you think you're doing?" Kristen asked, angrily, as she got up from her position on the couch.
"Saving Jack and Rose's marriage," Jimmy said, determination shining in his eyes.
"Oh, really," Kristen said, looking up at him. "You're on their side now, huh?"
"Yeah, I am," Jimmy said. "Besides, I don't think Jack would want to sleep with a whore, when he's married to a beautiful woman like Rose."
"Whore?" Jack whispered looking over at Kristen.
"Yes, she's a prostitute," Jimmy said. "She sells herself to get money."
"Kristen, why would you want to do that to yourself?" Jack asked, looking at her, with a disgusted face.
Kristen looked at him, as she hugged herself. "That's none of your concern, Jack," Kristen said. "I said it many times before, and I'll say it again—it's my body. I could do with it what I will—whether you like it or not." Kristen hugged herself with an expression on her face, that showed that she was both hurt, and embarrassed.
"And you thought that I—" Jack began, and looked at Kristen with disgust and anger. "What were you thinking! Kristen you know I'm married! Why would you—" Jack stopped, as he looked over at her. "Kristen, I thought you were better than that. Why would you sell yourself?"
"Because I want to!" Kristen shouted. "Why would you care anyway? You're married to the most prettiest girl in the world. Why would you give a crap of what I do with my body?" Kristen asked, tears beginning to well up in her eyes. "It's your fault anyway. If you stayed, maybe I wouldn't have done it."
"So, it's my fault that you're a prostitute?" Jack asked, pointing to himself with both his hands.
"Yes," Kristen answered, turning around, not wanting to face him.
"How is it my fault Kristen?" Jack asked, a frustrated look upon his face. "I only left, because I wanted to see what the world had to offer. If we were in the relationship you thought we were, you know that I would've stayed, but we weren't, we never were, and never will be." Jack said. "Plus, you have no idea what Rose and I had gone through, so don't you dare tell me that I ruined your life, because you almost ruined ours."
"And so what if I did?" Kristen asked, turning around, tears streaming down her face. "You knew I loved you—I even told you many times before you left, but you didn't care. You never cared. All you cared about was your stupid drawings, and making each day count. You never even let it go through your head, that I gave everything up for you. Everything. My father disowned me, as did my mother. They never wanted me to waste my life with a penniless artist, like you. I was stupid to believe that you loved me—I was so fucking stupid!" Kristen just covered her face, as tears overflowed.
"Kristen, it's your own fault, okay?" Jimmy interjected, as he was growing more impatient by her behavior.
"You stay out of this!" Kristen exclaimed. "This had nothing to do with you, all right?"
"You know what, Kristen?" Jimmy asked. "I'm through with you. Don't you go expecting me to help you with anything. I shouldn't have even listened to you when you planned this whole mess…"
"What?" Jack asked. "You planned this, Kristen?"
Kristen looked over at him, with eyes that shone with pure hatred.
"So what if I did?" Kristen asked. "It wouldn't matter anyway, seeming that you love that bitch that you call your wife."
Jack felt his face redden, as he clenched his fists angrily. His eyes shone with anger, and his heart pounded within his chest, as his teeth clenched together.
"Don't you ever call my wife names," Jack warned, as he looked over at her. "Do you hear me! Leave her out of this mess—she has nothing to do with it."
"Oh, she has everything to do with it, Jack," Kristen said, looking up at him, a angered smile upon her face. "Stole you from me, when you were mine to begin with…"
"I'm not a possession, Kristen!" Jack shouted. "I don't belong to nobody! I'm my own person. The only thing that Rose stole, was my heart, and I'm happy that she did, because I love her more now than ever." Jack said. "I was never yours—how many times do I have to tell you that? We were just friends, don't you understand? We were never more than that!"
"If I was never more than that, then why did you draw me in the nude?" Kristen asked, looking up at him, as she challenged him. "I'm sure you wouldn't draw women in the nude, if you didn't love them…would you?"
Jack looked down at her, as he heard her put emphasis in the word 'love'. Jack knew what she meant. She thought that he would sleep with woman, in order to be able to draw them in the nude, but that, however, was not true. True, he drew Kristen in the nude—two years ago—but never did he put a hand on her, that would make her believe that he wanted her in that aspect. He hadn't slept with her, and hadn't slept with any other woman, besides Rose.
"I only drew you in the nude, because you asked me to," Jack said, defending himself. He then shook his head. "I would never put a hand on you in that way. I don't give myself to a woman, unless I love her—and when I met Rose, I knew she was the right one for me. I'm sorry Kristen, but nothing would ever break my love for Rose. Nothing and no one would ever come between us—not even you."
"You drew her, didn't you?" Kristen asked, looking into his eyes. "You drew her in the nude, then slept with her, didn't you, Jack?"
Jack looked down at her. "That's none of your concern," Jack said, firmly.
"Oh, it isn't?" Kristen said, a smile came upon her face, as her eyes shone with envy. "You did—I know you did. Why else wouldn't you say it? Admit it, Jack. You drew Rose in the nude, then slept with her—don't deny it, Jack…"
"And if I did?" Jack asked, growing more and more aggravated with Kristen. "It wouldn't matter to you, because I'm married to Rose, and I'll forever will be."
"My, my, Jack," Kristen said. "And just how many women did you draw in the nude?" Kristen asked.
Jack just stood there, mixed with emotions he never knew he had. He closed his eyes knowing what Kristen was trying to do. Yes, he drew many women in the nude, and that was well before he met Rose—and she was the last woman he drew in the nude. Jack knew that from that moment on, Rose would be the only woman he would ever draw nude, for she was his wife, and his love. The only person Jack ever draws at this point was Rose. He remembered the drawing he drew of the elderly couple at the park, several days ago, other than that, he hadn't drawn anything or anyone else, beside Rose. He looked over at Kristen and Jimmy, not quite knowing what to say, nor had he known how to say it, for he knew if he told her the actual amount, she might accuse him of sleeping with each one of them, when in all reality, he hadn't. Jack sighed in frustration, as he ran his fingers through his hair, while he turned around.
"Oh, I see," Kristen said. "You probably had a lot of loving for the past two years—probably well before you met Rose."
"That's not true, and you know it," Jack said. "Drawing is one thing, but loving is another. The only person I loved, and always will love is, Rose. Now stay out of my life, Kristen. I've had enough of you, and I don't want to have to do anything that I'm going to regret. So the best thing you could do for me now, is leave."
"I'm not leaving just yet," Kristen said. "Not until I straighten this out."
"Straighten what out, Kristen?" Jack asked. "All you've been doing ever since I reunited with you was make my life miserable. Look, Kristen, I don't want to see you again, nor do I want anything to do with you." Jack said, a stern expression upon his face. He then pointed a firm artist finger towards the door. "Leave, Kristen. Leave, and don't you ever come back. The smart thing you could do now, is just go without causing trouble. I've had enough with you, and I don't want anything to do with you anymore. Leave." Jack said, his finger still pointed and the stern look still pasted upon his face.
Tears welled up in her eyes. "Fine," Kristen said, her voice shaken and choked, as she looked up at him. "Have it your way. But let me just tell you this—I will always love you. No matter if you're married to Rose."
Jack gave her a look that showed no affection or love. Just a stern, angry look and his firm finger still pointed to the door, waiting for her to leave. Within moments, Kristen gave up, and turned, stopping at the doorway.
"Just remember Jack," Kristen said. "Someday, I'll come back, and you'll be begging to come back to me."
"And that someday, will never happen," Jack said. "Now, leave!"
With that, Kristen went through the doorway, disappearing in the hallway—out of Jack's life, hopefully, for good.
Rose stood out in the hallway, waiting, as she heard an argument going on in the apartment. She had wanted to go in, and end the verbal fray, but knew that Jack had to settle this on his own, and if she had gone in, she would've made it even worse than it was. Rose was growing hungry as the time passed, and placed a hand on her abdomen, as if that would reduce her hunger. She sighed as she leaned her head on the wall. She figured that it was either eleven o'clock at night, or close to it, since the sky was pitch black from the window that was in the hallway. Growing tired of waiting out in the hallway, she was about to go inside, just as Kristen had emerged from the doorway, tears shining in her eyes, as well as hatred and anger when she looked into Rose's eyes. Rose watched as Kristen brushed past her, and stormed out of the hallway, and towards the staircase, not bothering looking back, and descended the stairs, until she was out of sight. Rose took a breath, as she turned towards the opened doorway, and made her way inside. There, she found Jack and Jimmy standing in the middle of the room, neither moving nor saying a word. Jack, however, lifted his head when she entered, and she found a smile on his face, as his eyes shine with love and excitement. He then walked towards her and pulled her into a tight embrace.
"Oh, Rose," Jack whispered, breathing in her scent. "I'm so glad that you're all right…"
Rose smiled, and returned the embrace. "Me too," Rose said, smiling. She pressed her cheek against his. "I love you, Jack. Always have, and always will…"
Jack smiled, as his arms wrapped around her waist. He pulled back, just enough to gaze into her eyes, and leaned his head forward, where he pressed his lips onto hers, and brought her into a passionate kiss, with much love and intensity needed to prove that Rose was the only one for him, and the only one that he would ever love. Rose's hands went to his face, as her fingers brushed through his golden hair, urging him to kiss her more intensely and lovingly. Not until they heard an alleged cough, did they break their kiss. Both turned to find Jimmy standing there, cheeks growing a shade of pink. The two blushed, as they smiled, holding hands.
"Thank you, Jimmy," Rose said, smiling. "For helping me get back to Jack—even though you were the one who took me in the first place."
"It was all Kristen's idea, to begin with," Jimmy said. "I never should've listened to her. But I'm sure glad that you and Jack are still together."
Rose smiled and looked up at Jack. "Me too," Rose said.
"Well, it was nice meeting you," Jimmy said. "But, I have to head off now. It's quite late, and I need to get my rest."
Jack walked towards him. "We never were properly introduced," Jack said extending his hand. "The name's Jack Dawson."
"Jimmy Anderson," Jimmy said, shaking Jack's hand. "Nice to meet you."
Jack smiled and nodded. "Same here," Jack said. "Well, have a nice night. And hopefully, we'll see you around."
Jimmy smiled and nodded his head. "Good night," Jimmy said. He stopped as he gone through the doorway. "Oh, and sorry for the door—it was locked, so I had no other way to open it."
"It's okay," Jack said. "I'll get it fixed somehow."
"All right, then," Jimmy said. "I'll go now. Good night…" Jimmy disappeared into the hallway, after closing the partially broken door. Jack and Rose glanced at each other, as Jack placed a loving arm around Rose's shoulder.
Rose looked over at the grandfather clock, finding that it was five minutes past eleven in the night. She looked up at Jack, and couldn't help but smile brightly, as she was finally happy to be in his arms once more.
"I'm so lucky to have you," Rose said, placing a tender hand upon his cheek, letting her fingers brush against his rough, but gentle skin. "I can't see myself with anybody else…"
"Well, you mustn't then," Jack said, pulling her into his hands. "For I will always be yours—despite what I told Kristen."
Rose smiled brightly and buried her face into his chest, feeling her fingers clutch against his thin shirt.
"My life isn't worth living without you, Jack," Rose whispered. "I'm so glad that we're together—once more. I never want this to happen again."
"I won't let it," Jack said, lifting her chin with his finger. A smile spread across his face, as he saw Rose's eyes twinkle. "I love you, Rose."
"And I love you, Jack," Rose smiled, as she tip-toed to give Jack a kiss—a loving, intense kiss. She felt Jack tighten their embrace, as her feet suddenly left the floor. The next thing she knew, Jack was spinning her around, while they were sharing their kiss. Rose tightened her grip on Jack, as she giggled within their kiss. Once they broke away, Jack set her down, and glanced down at her. "I must be in heaven…"
"Well, if you are, then I am as well," Jack said, slipping his hand into hers.
Rose smiled, as she gripped his hand lovingly. Just then, her stomach growled. She couldn't help but laugh, as her stomach cried out loud.
"Hmmm," Jack said. "I suppose someone's hungry."
"I'm famished!" Rose admitted.
"Then, let's go eat!" Jack said, leading her towards the kitchen.
Rose let out a heart-warming laugh as she was pulled into the kitchen, where Jack took out some items from the icebox, and began preparing a meal, unknown to Rose.
"You cook?" Rose asked, bewildered, but surprised, as she watched Jack slicking up some tomatoes.
"Yeah," Jack said. "I used to cook for my mom when she was sick. My mom taught me how to cook, when I was ten, and this was the meal she first taught me. I certainly hope you'll like it, 'cause it's the good old Dawson's family recipe, and I hope that you will be preparing this meal on occasions, 'cause it's my favorite." Jack then grabbed a pot from the cabinet and set it on the stove.
"What are you making, anyway?" Rose asked, as she watched him set the sliced tomatoes into the pot, along with some seasoning and other ingredients.
"It's homemade sauce," Jack said, as he had poured the juice from the tomato into the pot, filling the pot. He also added some water along with a few leaves of parsley and some pepper. "It goes with anything—pasta, lasagna, macaroni. It could also be eaten without anything. All you need is some bread, and you'll be full enough for the night. I remember, as a kid, my mother would have some left over of this sauce, and I would always ask my mom for a plateful. I would grab a piece of bread and dip it into this sauce, and be satisfied. My mother used to always complain on how I ate the sauce, more than I ate the meat and everything else." Jack said, chuckling, as he stirred the thick mixture with a wooden spoon, as steam was already coming out of pot.
"Smells good," Rose said, smiling.
Jack lifted the wooden spoon, and brought it to his lips, tasting the sauce. A satisfied smile coming from his face, he brought the spoon towards her lips, allowing her to taste it. Rose smiled up at him, and took a sip of the sauce.
"Mmmm," Rose said, licking her lips. "It's delectable, and most certainly tastes more better than my sauce."
"Ah, you'll learn," Jack said. "Besides, I eat your food, don't I? To tell you the truth, I'd rather eat your food than buy them from the restaurant."
Rose smiled. "It's good to see a man behind the stove," Rose said, leaning closer to him, as she caressed his forearms. "It's not everyday that a man would ever grab the courage to do what a woman is made for."
Jack set the wooden spoon over the top of the pot, as he turned towards her.
"I'm not the type of guy that would sit around and do absolutely nothing," Jack said. "Besides, I don't think domestic work is just for women. If a man chooses to do the work a woman does, then he's capable of doing so. But, if he chooses to be lazy, then he won't even bother."
Rose smiled. "You're one of a kind, Jack," Rose said. "I'm glad I've found you first."
"I'm glad I saved you," Jack said, his eyes shining with love.
Rose pressed her lips onto his, as her hands went to the back of his neck, and deepened the kiss. Jack's hand went to the small of her back, as he pulled her closer to him. Their lips brushed against each other, as their tongues made love in their own possible way. Jack's hands then traveled up her waist, stopped at her bustline, causing for Rose to giggle within their kiss. Jack's thumb gently went over her soft, bulging breast. He let out a chuckle, as she felt her hand go over his, which was on her breast. Moments later, they broke from their kiss, as they stood in the same position, glancing into each other's eyes.
"I am too," Rose said, in response to his statement.
Jack smiled and kissed her on her forehead. He then pulled away, and turned off the stove, the kitchen filled with the aroma of the sauce. He removed the pot from the stove and poured himself a plateful, as well as poured Rose a plateful. Handing Rose her plate, he nodded his head towards the kitchen table, where Rose and himself took a seat beside each other, before taking a few slices of bread, to dip into the sauce. After Jack lit a candle that was placed in the middle of the table, the two began eating their light dinner, as they enjoyed being in each other's presence.
Later that night, Jack and Rose were getting ready for bed. Rose had washed the dishes, while Jack had helped dry them. Now, they had gone to their bedroom, where Rose was dressing in her nightgown, while Jack was just removing his outer clothes, and crawled under the covers, while he waited for Rose to join him. This would be the first night, in four days, that they would make love again. To the two lovers, it felt as if they were separated for four years, instead of just four days.
Rose ran a brush through her hair as she caught a glimpse of Jack looking over at her, seductively. Rose smiled, and bit her bottom, setting her brush down. Taking a deep, relaxing breath, Rose got up from her seat, and walked over to the bed, where she slipped under the covers, and cuddled in Jack's welcoming arms. She intertwined Jack's hand in her own, and looked down at their wedding bands. She brought his fingers towards her lips, and tenderly gave each of his artistic fingers a gentle, loving kiss—just as she had done at the back of the Renault. She felt her heart beat rapidly, as if this was her first time making love with the love of her life. She then felt his fingers brush against her lips, sending a tingling feeling upon them. Rose's eyes looked up, and pasted a warm smile upon her face, as she found his looking into her eyes, with love and passion in his eyes.
"Nervous?" Jack managed to say, as his heartbeat caused for a lump to form in his throat, as if this were the first time he was going to make love.
Rose put a smile on her face, and shook her head. "No," Rose simply answered. "And how could I? We did this many times before…" Rose said, as she leaned in closer to him.
Jack felt a blush come upon his face, as he looked down at her. It was as if he was holding an angel in his arms, instead of his beautiful wife. Her eyes glittered with happiness and love, as her beauty was as bright and alive as the sun. Her crimson colored hair fell over his arm, as her cleavage was shone from the thin gown's low-cut front. Jack felt a smile come upon his face, as he pulled her closer to him, his hand resting on her hip. He immediately felt his body warm up as her body was pressed against his. Jack let out a relaxing breath, as Rose's hand went up his chest, sending a warm sensation throughout his body, causing for his breath to quiver against her touch, but not in a way where he hadn't wanted her to touch him in this way. His body was growing in temptation, as Rose's fingers went over the bumps of his chest. He watched as she looked up at him, her hand now gripping his hand.
"Put your hands on me, Jack," Rose said, her voice soft.
This time, without hesitation, Jack did as he was told, pressing his lips firmly, but lovingly upon her lips, hovering over her, while their lips were still connected with each other, engulfed in a passionate kiss. Within minutes, Rose's nightgown was pulled off, and the two lovers was making passionate love, as both were taking to the stars—a world of their own—while their intimate love was expressed within the night.
Rose felt the brightness of the sun creep into their bedroom window, as she was awakened from her deep, relaxing slumber, which was the aftermath of their lovemaking. Blinking her eyes, she looked around, catching a glimpse of the clock that hung on the wall, across from the room, finding that it was ten minutes past nine. She groaned, and stretched under Jack's loving embrace. A yawn escaped her lips, and she placed a hand over her mouth. In her years of attending finishing school, she was always taught to be polite and was accustomed to the rightful manners that she had grown to learn. Feeling the thin sheet cover her naked body, she carefully got out of Jack's embrace and picked up the robe that was lying on the chair, and wrapped it around herself, tying the sash. She turned around, and found that Jack was muttering sleepily to himself, before he turned on the other side, falling back asleep. Rose smiled, as she shook her head while she walked out of the bedroom, going towards the kitchen.
As Rose pulled the door closed, she was startled to find Fabrizio standing in the middle of the room, crisp and clean, with a bright smile on his face. Rose placed a hand over her chest, as she closed her eyes, taking a breath, to relax her nerves.
"Buongiorno, la bella Rosa!" Fabrizio greeted happily, his arms spread out before him, as his eyes shone joyfully.
"Good morning, Fabrizio," Rose said, a calm smile upon her face.
"Did I frighten you, bella?" Fabrizio asked, his eyes shining with concern.
"A little bit," Rose said, smiling. "I just didn't see you there—that's all."
"I'm 'a sorry, la bella Rosa," Fabrizio said, apologetically. "I did not mean to 'a scare you like that."
Rose smiled. "It's okay," Rose said, walking towards him. "I hope you came back here all right. You were gone all night."
"S�," Fabrizio said. "I was 'a walking around the park, when I bump into someone."
Rose noticed the twinkle in his eyes. "Someone?" Rose asked, teasing him. "Is this someone special?"
"Forse," Fabrizio said, looking at her innocently. "Maybe…" He translated for her, when he noticed her perplexed expression.
Rose smiled and headed towards the kitchen. "Well, I'm going to make breakfast," Rose said, as she walked through the doorway. "I'm sure you're hungry."
"S�," Fabrizio said. "Io ho fame," Fabrizio said, placing a hand over his stomach.
"Well, then," Rose said. "I assume that you are." Rose then disappeared into the kitchen, with Fabrizio right behind her.
Rose began preparing their breakfast. She took out a few eggs and cracked them into a bowl, where she added some salt and began whisking them together. She pulled out a pan from the cabinet under the sink and set it atop of the stove, where she turned on the fire and waited for the pan to heat up. Once it was heated, Rose poured the eggs into the pan and immediately began stirring it with a fork, making scrambled eggs. Rose held her breath, as she began to feel nauseous at the mere aroma of the cooked eggs. Rose then poured the eggs into a bowl, where she set it on the table to cool. Next, she went towards the icebox and pulled out a few sausages from a bundle, and set them in the pan as well. Moments later, the room was filled in the aroma of the freshly cooked sausages. Rose shut off the stove and put the sausages on a separate plate, which she had set on the table, along with the eggs, with some plates and silverware. She then went toward the icebox, where she pulled out a pitcher of freshly squeezed orange juice, and set it on the table with three empty glasses. From that moment, Rose continued to feel nauseous and clapped a hand to her mouth, where she ran out of the kitchen, and went to the bathroom, where she was hunched over the toilet, after she vomited.
After a few minutes of sitting there, to calm herself, she flushed the toilet and got up, to rinse her mouth off. After she done so, she placed a hand on her forehead, and closed her eyes, hoping that the morning sickness would come to an end soon, for she hadn't enjoyed throwing up every morning. She took a few relaxing breaths, before leaving the bathroom to go through the parlor room. Once there, she sat down on the sofa, and just waited, as she felt the nausea slowly fade away. Rose hugged the robe closer to her as she placed a hand over her lower abdomen. A relaxed smile came upon her face as she thought of what her unborn child would look like once its born. Closing her eyes, she envisioned her child running around happily, as Jack and herself stood behind him or her, while Rose cuddled inside his arms, while his were wrapped around her waist. She hoped that her son or daughter would be healthy and happy, for she knew that her child will be welcomed warmly in the world by its two loving parents and by the one grandmother it had. She also knew that Annie and Michael would welcome her child. Rose sat there and just thought of how her life has changed within two months, and how glad she was to be Jack's wife.
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