A/N: Hope you enjoy the chapter...sorry it took me so long to post:D :D :D
Chapter Thirty-Seven
August,20,1912
Rose was now four months pregnant and she was beginning to show, while her morning sickness had long been gone. For the past two months, Jack and Rose grew closer and closer together, while Fabrizio had met the love of his life. Her name is Angelina Nerucci, and she's nineteen in age, her nationality being Italian-American. Fabrizio was only twenty, turning twenty-one on September fifteenth. Fabrizio was pleased to meet someone with his background and nationality, as well as a citizen of the United States. Fabrizio had become a citizen two weeks after he had met Angelina, and was fully proud of it. He still works at the restaurant, inviting Angelina, Rose, and Jack along for free dinners. Fabrizio had moved out of the Dawson's home on the first of July, having moved into a place of his own. After he had became a citizen, he had become determined to act as a citizen, moving into his own apartment, and going to work ever morning until early evening. He was off on the weekends, and usually spend those two days with Angelina.
Jack had gotten a job at an art gallery that was ten blocks away from their apartment. Jack had been drawing at the park occasionally, when a middle-aged man, Benjamin Wilson had passed by him and saw his work. He had asked Jack if he had been considering to become an professional artist, and just told him that he did, and Benjamin gave him his card, telling him to stop by his art gallery, where he would give him an interview. When Jack had gone, the interview went perfectly, and had gotten a job at the art gallery, selling his drawings, as well as sketching a few drawings, when people asked him to. He would usually get good tips from his customers, having pleased them with his talent. Jack was usually at the gallery from morning until late afternoon, leaving Rose alone in the apartment in the mornings. Jack was fulfilling his dreams into becoming a famous artist, and after putting it down for four months, Jack had finally come to put his dream into life. He had always wanted to become a professional artist—ever since he was a little kid, and his mother often encouraged him. However, some of his friends that he had in Wisconsin doubted that he would ever succeed, and that caused for Jack's determination to grow. Up until he met Rose, had he tried to make his dream come to life. After the Titanic tragedy, and after falling in love with Rose, his dream was put on hold, and when he met Benjamin, things changed.
Rose was proud that Jack was fulfilling his dream. However, she was a bit saddened that he wasn't there for her in the mornings, as he usually was. Now that he had the job, he leaves the house by eight o'clock in the morning, while Rose is still sleeping, often leaving her alone. Rose's dream was to become an actress, and has been ever since she was a little girl. However, her mother had often told her that acting is for poor people, and that ladies like her shouldn't go into acting business. Nevertheless, Rose still dreamed of becoming a famous actress. Her dream was put on hold, since she was at the moment four months pregnant, but she hoped, that once her child is old enough, that she would fulfill her dream as well. Rose was getting ready for her stroll on the park. Ever since Jack had gotten his job, she hadn't wanted to stay in the house alone, and Annie was usually at work as well. Once Rose stepped into her summer sandals, she grabbed the key and slipped it into her dress pocket, as she left the apartment, closing the door behind her.
Rose walked out of the building, to welcome the fresh summer's breeze. Her pregnancy was quite visible at the moment, as her stomach wasn't as flat as it was when she was two months along. She had currently gained five pounds within the pregnancy, due to her growing abdomen. The gentle summer's breeze caused for her dress to flutter, making her pregnant state more visible than it was. Rose's curls had grown throughout the months, which was pulled back into a neatly made bun. Within minutes, Rose reached Central Park, and stood by the small pond, where ducks floated on the warm water. She hugged herself, as the cool summer breeze crushed against her, causing for the few strands of curls that were free, to flutter. She longed to be in Jack's arms—to feel his lips upon hers—but she knew that he wouldn't be home until four o'clock in the afternoon. It was nine o'clock in the morning, as Rose heard children running around playing, and dogs yipping happily, as they chased their owners. Rose closed her eyes for a brief moment, while she felt two hands go upon her growing stomach, as the person pulled her closer to him. Startled, Rose quickly turned around, only to find herself gazing into a pair of clear blue eyes. Rose smiled, as she threw her arms around Jack, bringing him into a loving kiss as she done so.
"Missed me?" Jack asked, chuckling, as he wrapped his arms around her.
Rose smiled, and pulled him into another embrace. "Very much, so," Rose admitted, as she pressed her cheek against his.
"But I've been only gone for an hour," Jack said, pulling away, just enough to look into her eyes.
"But you don't know how it has been for the past two weeks, since you've gotten the job at the gallery," Rose said, brushing her fingers against his cheeks. "When I wake up, I don't even find you there anymore." Rose felt Jack's hand come upon her cheek.
"I'm sorry," Jack said. "But having this job means so much to me—I can't give it up."
Rose smiled and shook her head. "I'm not asking you to," Rose said. "I know that you have been dreaming to become an artist for a long time, but I still miss waking up beside you."
Jack kissed her on her forehead. "Don't worry, Rose," Jack said. "I'm not gonna be the type that's gonna be gone all night or anything. I only work nine hours at the gallery, and I'm home after that."
"I know," Rose said, sighing. "I just miss kissing you in the morning, when I wake up. Usually, I'm the one up early, but ever since you gotten the job, you've gotten up early before I even do."
Jack chuckled. "If you want, I could wake you before I leave," Jack said.
Rose smiled. "I'd love that," Rose said, pressing her forehead over his, as she looked into his blue eyes. Several passerby's glanced over at them, giving them disgusted looks, but Jack nor Rose had paid them no mind, for they were too much in love to notice.
Jack smiled and pressed his lips onto hers, bringing her into a kiss that made a warming sensation flow throughout Rose's body.
Rose smiled as she pulled away. "I love you, Jack," Rose whispered, as she intertwined her hand with his.
"I love you more," Jack said, smiling.
"That's impossible," Rose said. "I love you more. More than you could ever imagine."
"Well, we love each other equally," Jack said, brushing his hand over her growing abdomen. "And soon, I'm gonna have to share my love with a little child that was created by our love."
Rose looked up at him, smiling. "You're probably going spoil our child rotten," Rose said.
"Probably," Jack said. "Just as I have spoiled you with my love."
Rose smiled as her eyes twinkled. "So, what are you doing here anyway? Aren't you supposed to be at the gallery?"
"Well, yes," Jack said. "But, I told my boss if I could have a half hour off to bring you over to the gallery."
"And why would you bring me over to the gallery?" Rose asked, a teasing smile upon her face.
"Well, so I could show you around and to introduce you to my boss," Jack said, looking down at her. "And so I could spend more time with my beautiful wife."
Rose smiled and gripped onto his left hand, which held hers dearly, as she looked up at him.
"Sounds good to me," Rose said, a bright smile upon her face.
Jack smiled and placed his hand upon her cheek, his eyes sparkling with love and passion, while he held her as close to him as her pregnant stomach would allow him to do so. He wrapped his arms around her waist, while he leaned closer, pressing his lips onto hers, bringing her into a lover's passionate kiss. Jack's fingers caressed her back, as his lips brushed against her own, while his tongue had intensified their passionate kiss. As he kissed her, the whole world that surrounded them seemed to vanish, as the two were drifted into their own world, where only they existed, and where only their love mattered. He had heard murmuring coming from several passerby's but he had paid them no mind, for he could care less to what other people think, when his love for Rose, and her love in return, mattered more to him than gossip from other people.
Rose placed her hand on the back of Jack's neck, as her finger's brushed against Jack's neatly trimmed hair—from the haircut that he had gotten a couple of days earlier. Rose felt her heart flutter happily as she responded to his kiss, while she was held as close to him as her bulging stomach would allow her. Rose tip-toed, as she made the kiss more deeper and more intense, while she clutched onto his shirt. Minutes later, both broke from their kiss, having broadened smile upon their faces, as they gazed into each other's eyes. As Rose looked into his eyes, she felt warming sensation flow throughout her body, while she saw his eyes shine with pure love. Jack looked at her, as if she were the only woman that was in the world. The only woman that ever existed, and that made Rose feel loved and feel special. She let out a loving sigh as she looked up at him.
"I love you, Jack," Rose whispered. "I love you so much." Rose buried her face within his chest, as she clutched onto his shirt.
Jack pulled her into a tight embrace. "I love you too, Rose," Jack said. "I will love you, until my dying day." Jack added, as his hands caressed her back lovingly.
Rose's smile grew, as she looked into his piercing blue eyes. She looked over his shoulder, finding a few people pointing at them, as they whispered amongst themselves, but all Rose did was smile and return her attention back to Jack, for she hadn't cared what other people thought about them. She was too much in love with Jack to care anyhow.
"Shouldn't we head over to the gallery, now?" Rose asked, looking up from his embrace.
"Perhaps we should," Jack said, smiling, as he pulled away, gripping onto her hand, while he led her away from the pond. From that moment on, Jack and Rose left Central Park hand-in-hand, as they headed towards the art gallery Jack works at.
Jack and Rose had finally reached the Wilson's Art Gallery, where Jack opened the door for Rose, allowing her to go ahead of him. Rose stepped inside, and looked around the art gallery, in complete awe. There were paintings of all different sorts stacked neatly on shelves on display. Rose went towards one painting which consisted of a beautiful sunset on a beach, with two lovers sitting by the shore, cuddling in each other's arms. Rose smiled, and let her fingers brush against the rough texture of the painting. Jack smiled as he watched her admire one of the paintings that was on the shelf. He watched as her slender fingers brushed against the texture of the painting, and as her smile grew. She turned towards him and smiled.
"Jack, this is beautiful," Rose said, her eyes twinkling. "It seems as if you're actually sitting there while there's a sunset on a beach."
"Yeah," Jack said, walking towards her, where he stood behind her and wrapped his arms around her swollen middle. "But I have to say, that this painting isn't as beautiful as you are."
Rose smiled, as she felt Jack's warm breath on her skin. Closing her eyes, she leaned back, enjoying the feeling of his arms around her. She felt his cheek against hers, while he whispered something in her ear.
"Come Josephine in my flying machine, going up she goes, up she goes," Jack sang softly, as his hands felt around her stomach, feeling Rose's hands go over his.
Rose turned to face him, as her smile brightened her face, and her eyes shone with love and happiness. His crystal clear blue eyes shimmered with passion and love, as she noticed that his face was coming closer towards hers. Rose felt her heart flutter, as Jack's lips brushed against hers, once more. She could already feel the cool breeze from that day so long ago, as she kissed him in the same position that she had they first shared their true love's first kiss on the bow of the Titanic, after Jack had shown Rose how to 'fly' when she came back to him. Moments later, both broke from their kiss, with smiles spread across their faces. Jack pulled Rose closer, as he pressed his lips on her forehead, closing his eyes as he had done so.
"Jack?" A man's voice rang out, interrupting the two from their moment's of affection. Jack turned his head towards the counter, where he caught a glimpse of his boss, Benjamin Wilson standing behind the counter, dressed in his casual clothes. "Is that you, boy?"
Jack smiled, and looked down at Rose, squeezing her hand comfortably.
"Yeah," Jack called out. "It's me."
"Well, where have ya been?" Benjamin asked, as he caught sight of Jack, with woman standing beside him. "Your break was over five minutes ago."
"Uh, sorry about that," Jack said. "It's just that, I kinda got carried away."
"Well, would you mind introducing me to this beauty you have standing beside you?" Benjamin asked, looking over at Rose, then at Jack. "Or do I have to introduce myself first."
"I got it, Ben," Jack said. "Well, Ben, this is my wife, Rose Dawson." Jack said, introducing Rose to his boss. He then looked down at Rose, with his arm around her shoulder, holding her close. "Rose, love, this is my boss, Benjamin Wilson. He owns this place, and he's the one that offered me this job."
Rose smiled, and extended her hand. "Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Wilson," Rose said.
"The pleasure's all mine, Mrs. Dawson," Benjamin said, taking her hand in his own, and kissing the back of her hand tenderly. "Jack is one lucky man to have a wife like you."
"I'm sure he is," Rose said, looking up at him with a teasing smile upon her face.
Jack chuckled and scratched his head. "I guess I am, huh," Jack said, a lopsided grin pasted on his face.
Rose laughed as she looked up at him. She then placed her hands over her middle, and just sighed happily.
"You're expecting?" Benjamin asked, noticing her bulging stomach.
Rose looked up at him, and smiled. "Yes," Rose said. "I am. It's due in January."
"Well, congratulations," Benjamin said, smiling towards her.
"Thank you," Rose said, smiling as her hand stroked her middle.
Benjamin smiled and nodded his head. "Well, I'll be in the back room," Benjamin said. "Jack, I'm trusting that you'll take care of the customers."
"Of course," Jack said, nodding his head.
Benjamin smiled, then disappeared into the backroom.
Jack turned once he heard the door close, and smiled down at Rose.
"Well, seems that you have to get back to work," Rose said, stroking his chest. "I'll go—"
"No," Jack said, holding onto her. "Stay. It gets pretty lonely here, and I get bored after awhile." Jack looked down at her. "I'd really appreciate it if you stay…please?" Jack's eyes pleaded with her as he pouted.
Rose laughed, as she looked up at him. He looked like a little boy when he pouted, and his eyes lit up brightly as he looked down at her.
"How could I say no to that face?" Rose asked, as she brushed her fingers against his cheek. "You're so irresistible, Jack." Rose said, her smile growing. "Of course I'll stay."
Jack smiled and pulled her into a tight embrace. "Oh, I love you," Jack whispered.
Rose laughed and stroked his back. "I know you do," Rose said. She then pulled away to look into his blue eyes. "And I love you—for all eternity."
Jack smiled and pulled her into another passionate kiss. Rose pulled away and looked into his eyes.
"All right," Rose said, her hand placed on his chest. "If we don't stop, we never will."
Jack chuckled. "Well, I suppose you're right," Jack said, stroking her cheek with his thumb. He placed a final kiss on her lips, before he went towards the back of the art gallery. "Uh, if the customers come, would you mind helping them? I gotta put some paintings on the shelves."
"Sure," Rose said, smiling. "I'd be happy to help."
"Good," Jack said. "Well, I'll be over there if you need me." Jack said, pointing towards the direction where there were empty shelves.
Rose nodded her head and smiled. As Jack walked towards the shelves, Rose went to the back of the counter, and just waited for customers to come by. She admired some framed drawings that were hung on the wall behind her, which consisted of a couple holding hands as they walked under the sunset. Rose smiled, as this drawing made her think of her honeymoon in Santa Monica. Rose sighed happily, as she red the description that was engraved in a gold plate. Benjamin and Gloria Wilson: Summer of 1887. Rose's smile grew as she had come to realize that Benjamin Wilson—Jack's boss—was in love, just as she was, and just as Jack was. Just then, Rose heard the soft bell on the door ring, as a customer stepped in, and Rose turned around, ready to help with the customer. Rose saw a blonde haired, blue eyed, teenager step into the gallery. She seemed to be an inch taller than Rose, and had a light blue summer dress on. She looked around a bit, before walking towards the counter.
"Hello, how may I help you?" Rose asked, politely, putting a smile on her face.
"Hi," The teenager said, cheerfully. "Uh, do you know if a Jack Dawson is here?" The teenager asked. "I heard that he draws mighty good, and my sister, Karen, went here a couple of days ago to get her portrait done, and came back with a beautifully drawn portrait, and I want one too. Is he available?"
Rose looked over at the direction where Jack was sorting out the paintings, then looked back at her.
"Um, I'll go get him," Rose said. "Excuse me…" Rose left the back of the counter and headed towards Jack, who was placing paintings neatly on the shelf. She smiled as she saw him bend down, taking the paintings out of the crate. Rose slowly walked over to him, and tapped him gently on the shoulder.
As Jack was storing the paintings, he had felt a tap on his shoulder, thinking that it was a customer, he stopped what he was doing, and turned around, finding Rose looking up at him. A smile spread across his face, as his eyes shimmered.
"Hey," Jack said, smiling.
"Uh, there's a customer that needs you," Rose said, pointing her thumb over her shoulder. "She says that she wants you to do her portrait."
"Okay," Jack said, looking over her shoulder, but then back at the still full crate. He sighed, as he scratched his head.
"I'll finish with the paintings," Rose said, noticing that he was having trouble deciding. "You go on and do the girl's portrait. I'll sort these paintings out."
Jack smiled. "Thanks," Jack said. He pressed his lips onto her forehead and hurried off towards the teenager, taking her towards another room behind the counter.
Rose smiled and pulled out a painting from the crate, examining it. The painting was of a bowl of fruit sitting in the middle of the table. Rose smiled and set it on the shelf, as she pulled out another painting, which was of a few dolphins jumping out of the water. A warm smile came upon her face, as she set the painting on the shelf as well. Rose continued to fill the empty shelves with the paintings from the crates, and within fifteen minutes, she had completed the task. Sighing, she bent down and dragged the empty crate towards the corner of the room, where it wouldn't be on anyone's way, and stood up straight, caressing her middle. Heading back towards the counter, she found Benjamin looking over at her, with eyes that shone with satisfaction.
"Rose, you didn't have to do that," Benjamin said, referring to the paintings.
"I know, but I wanted to," Rose said. "Besides, Jack had a customer to care for, and he seemed to have difficulty doing two things at once, so I offered to help. It's no big deal, really. It's better for me that I do something, instead of just lying around the house doing absolutely nothing but wait for Jack to come home, and let me tell you, it gets awfully boring at times."
"Well, I'm glad that you helped," Benjamin said. "Jack was supposed to do that before he had asked for his half hour break earlier."
Rose chuckled, as she looked down. "Well, they're all done and put away," Rose said. "And I put the crate in the corner, where it wouldn't be in anyone's way."
Benjamin nodded, pleased by her work. "Say, would you be considering in having a job here at the gallery?" Benjamin asked. "I mean, we do need more people to work here, and you could help with the customers and help put away the paintings, as you just did. The pay is ten dollars a week. I know it's not a lot, but in due time, I might raise your salary. You'd work weekdays from eight thirty in the morning through three thirty in the afternoon, having a forty minute break, and on weekends, you'd work from ten o'clock in the morning through two o'clock in the afternoon. What do you say?" Benjamin asked, hoping that Rose would agree, for he could use a woman like him on the job—especially since she had put away the paintings more quicker than expected, and already helped with a customer.
Rose just looked up at him, contemplating whether she should take the offer or not. Sure, they already had enough money where they didn't have to work, but earning a bit more wouldn't hurt, and it did kill time, instead of just sitting around the apartment, doing absolutely nothing. She did like the gallery, and if she worked there, she would be closer to Jack, and spend more time with him on their breaks. She was sure that Jack wouldn't mind if she took the job, and it seems that she had nothing better to do. Rose smiled and extended her hand.
"I'll take it," Rose said.
"Well, then, you're hired!" Benjamin said, shaking her hand, a bright smile on her face.
"When do I start?" Rose asked.
"You could start now, if you want," Benjamin said.
"I'd love to!" Rose said, smiling happily.
"Oh, and of course, you're going to have five months off because of your little one growing inside you," Benjamin said.
Rose smiled and nodded. "I really appreciate it, Ben," Rose said, her eyes twinkling.
"Not a problem, Rose," Benjamin said. "Well, I'll leave you to do your job. I'm gonna go out back to see if everything's in order."
"Okay, Ben," Rose said. "Thank you so much."
Benjamin smiled and nodded. "Again, it's no problem, Rose," Benjamin said, smiling. "I'm glad that I've made you happy."
"You really have, Ben," Rose said, her smile brightening up her face.
With that, Benjamin disappeared into the room, leaving Rose alone beside the counter. Sighing happily, she went behind the counter, as she waited for customers to come by. Rose couldn't wait to tell Jack that she had gotten a job at the gallery, which would allow for her to spend more time with him, and to have something to do, instead of just sitting around, doing absolutely nothing, but wait for Jack to come home from work, which made Rose bored and lonely. The gentle ring of the bell had brought Rose back to reality, as she noticed that three people stepped in, as they went to look at some paintings. One was a man, with thick brown hair and pale green eyes, while the other two were young teenagers. One girl had blonde curls that went past her shoulders, and the same pale green eyes that the man had. The other girl, however, had orange-reddish hair that was shoulder length, and dark green eyes, standing about two inches shorter than the gentleman that was beside her. The three seemed to be admiring several drawings that were sketched by Jack, and they seemed to be pleased, for they all had smiles on their faces, and seemed to be pointing to a few details, as they talked amongst themselves. After a few minutes, the three walked over to the counter, with the drawing in the man's hands.
"Uh, excuse me, Miss, but do you know how much this costs?" The man asked, handing Rose the drawing.
Rose took the drawing in her hands and smiled, as the drawing consisted of and elderly couple sitting in a bench, holding hands with the woman leaning her head on the man's shoulder. Rose was amazed at how alive and strong love can be, after years and years of marriage. Rose ran her finger of Jack's initials at the bottom right corner.
"One moment, please," Rose said, as she headed towards the back room, where Benjamin had gone through earlier. She gave the door a gentle knock, before opening the door. "Ben?"
"Yes?" Benjamin asked, looking up from the few drawings and paintings he had on the desk.
"How much would this drawing cost?" Rose asked. "There are a few customers that would probably want to purchase it." Rose held the drawing out for Benjamin to look at.
"Oh, that would be three dollars," Benjamin said.
"Okay," Rose said, heading back towards the door.
"Rose," Benjamin said, causing for Rose to stop and turn around.
"Yes, Ben?" Rose asked, standing beside the doorway.
"When Jack is finished with the portrait, would you mind to tell him to stop by here?" Benjamin asked. "I just have to tell him something."
"All right," Rose said, giving him a gentle smile, before walking through the doorway, heading back towards the counter, where she saw the three people whispering to each other, all having bright smiles on their faces. "Well, it's three dollars," Rose told the customers.
"We'll take it," The man said, searching his pockets for the money.
Rose smiled and placed the drawing in a large envelope, where she sealed it carefully and handed it to the man, who handed her five dollars. Rose took the money, and pulled out two dollars from the cash register drawer, while she placed the five dollar bill along with the other bills in the drawer, and handed the man his change.
"Thanks for stopping by," Rose said, putting on a polite smile. "Do come again, and I hope you enjoy the drawing."
"We will, Miss, thank you so much," The man pulled the two girls away from the counter and led them out of the gallery, leaving Rose alone behind the counter once more. Rose looked at the clock that hung over the entrance door finding that it was half past ten in the morning. Jack has been in the room for the past half hour, and would probably be finished within another hour or so. Rose pulled out a chair that was at the corner and took a seat, as she waited for customers and for Jack to emerge from the room.
An hour and a half had quickly passed by. Rose had just finished with a customer, who had purchased a few of Jack's drawings, along with a painting and a few blank sheets of paper. After the customer had left, Rose took a seat, relaxing her legs after having stood on her feet for an hour. Sighing happily, Rose stroked her middle and hummed a soft tune to herself, just as the door to the drawing room opened.
"Thank you so much, Mr. Dawson," The blonde haired girl said, a bright smile on her face. "My sister was right—you are a talented artist—and very handsome, too."
Jack emerged from the room, right behind the girl, with a sheepish grin pasted upon his face.
"Thanks, Alison," Jack said. "I'm glad that you like the drawing."
"I don't like it, Mr. Dawson," Alison said, shaking her head. "I love it!"
Jack chuckled. "Well, thanks," Jack said. "And, please, call me Jack. I don't like being addressed formally."
"Well…Jack," Alison said, giggling. "Thank you very much for the portrait, I really love it."
"I'm glad you do," Jack said, smiling.
"Well, I must go," Alison said. "I promised my mother that I'd be back within another hour, and I don't want to end up being grounded again."
"It was nice meeting you, Alison," Jack said. "Thanks for stopping by."
"You're very welcome," Alison said, about to leave. "Oh…" Alison reached in her small purse that she carried, and pulled out a five dollar bill. "Almost forgot to pay for the drawing." Alison extended her hand, with the bill held between her fingers.
"Thank you," Jack said, accepting the money. "I'll go get your change—"
"It's not needed," Alison said. "You keep the change—as your tip."
"Well, I—" Jack said.
"Don't worry, Jack," Alison said. "Just keep the change."
With that Alison left the gallery, waving to him, and giving Jack a bright smile. Jack smiled and nodded his head.
Jack arched his eyebrows, and let out a breath. He looked over at his wife, who was sitting on the chair, stroking her middle. Jack smiled, and walked over to her.
"Well," Jack said, holding out his hand. "What has my beautiful wife been doing while I was gone?" Jack helped Rose to her feet, as he held her in his arms.
"Well, I've been helping around," Rose said. Her eyes twinkled as she looked up at him. "And I've been hired to work here."
Jack's smile grew. "You have?" Jack asked, eyes sparkling.
Rose nodded her head. "Yes," Rose said. "Ben was pleased at how quickly I have gotten the paintings put in its place, and how I helped with one of the customers, that he offered me a job here, and I accepted."
Jack's face brightened as he looked down at her. "Oh, how I love you!" Jack said, pressing his lips onto hers.
Rose giggled, as they pulled away. "My, Jack," Rose said. "I hadn't known you'd be this excited about my having a job."
Jack chuckled. "Well, I'm just happy to know that you'll be beside me more often," Jack said, his hands gently caressing the small of her back. "I was desperate these past couple of weeks, without having you by my side during the day. Sometimes I find myself wishing that the day was over, so I could go home and see you."
Rose smiled. "Well, I feel the same way," Rose said.
Jack leaned in and pulled Rose into a true love's passionate kiss. His hands stroked against her middle, and traveled up her waist, to her bustline, where his hands circled around her back. Jack held Rose close to him, as he deepened the kiss and made the kiss more intense and alive as it was before. Moments later, Jack pulled away from the kiss, staring into her emerald-blue eyes. Jack smiled and placed a hand towards her cheek, his thumb caressing her cheek.
"You're so beautiful," Jack whispered.
Rose placed her hand over his and closed her eyes as she smiled. "I know," Rose said. She reopened her eyes, finding herself gazing into his crystal clear blue eyes. "You've told me that many times before."
"Well, I can't help it," Jack said. "You are. You just have to be the most beautiful woman that I've ever laid eyes on."
Rose's eyes twinkled as she looked up at him. Suddenly, she remembered that Benjamin had wanted to see him.
"Uh, Jack," Rose said. "Ben wants to have a word with you."
"When did he call for me?" Jack asked.
"An hour and a half ago," Rose said.
"Why didn't you get me sooner?" Jack asked, looking down at her.
"Well, he told me to wait until you were done," Rose said. "And I know how frustrated you get if you're distracted from your concentration."
"All right," Jack said, kissing her on her forehead. "I'll be right back."
Rose nodded and smiled, as she watched Jack disappear into Benjamin's office. Sighing happily, Rose went back to the chair, taking a seat and waited for more customers to arrive.
A/N: I know, it's not one of my best chapters, but please bear with me...I got school in my way, now that the new term just started, and that I'm gonna have to review for the regents for these upcoming months, until June...so please bear with me! Thanks for reading, and please review!