Yay! I'm so happy you guys liked it! I'm posting two chapters tonight, originally they were one, but when I finished it it came out to almost 8 pages, I figured that was a bit too long. Anyway Ioan is great isn't he sigh I love what you said about him being a cowboy, lilstummr, now I have an image in my head of him with the hat...hehehe awww he's soooo cute!

But I hope you guys like the next two chapters, it was kind of hard to write today, we have forest fires in the area and it was so smoky out, made it kind of hard to concentrate...bad headaches...but I tried my best :):):)

Chapter Eight

Harry and I spent most of the afternoon together. We walked all over the ship even down to third class where he showed me their dining room. I saw a some steerage passengers, most of them were children. They were running through the halls and out on the deck having a wonderful time. I couldn't help but smile at them and their innocence.

"You like kids?" Harry asked, when I waved to a little girl with red curly hair. Her freckled face formed a huge grin and she waved back.

I nodded. "I can't wait to have a family of my own."

"Well child rearing shouldn't be a problem for you, with all those nannies."

I looked at him suddenly defensive. "I don't believe in nannies. My children will have me and their father, and that will be enough."

"Sarah, I was just teasing you"

I softened a bit and apologized. "That's a sensitive subject to me." Losing my parents at such a young age had obviously affected me. I decided long ago that I would always be there for my children, no matter what.

"I should have been more considerate. Don't worry, you seem like you'll be great mother." his said his eyes resting on me.

I leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. "Thank you, Harry."

"Your Welcome…come on." He took my hand and I followed him up back onto B deck and he led me inside. He walked me down the corridor to my room and I thanked him.

"I have to get back, my shift starts in a few minutes." he told me.

"I have to get ready for dinner anyway." I looked to my left and then to my right checking the corridor making sure it was empty before I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him tightly.

He smiled when we parted and started to leave when I called out to him.

"Harry"

He turned around.

"Will I see you tonight?"

He sighed heavily. "I'm not sure, I'll come find you though, if I have a free moment."

"Okay." I could feel my heart falling as he spoke.

"Hey..." he walked back up to me. "None of that now, tomorrow night you'll have me all to yourself."

I tried to smile, but it was to no avail.

Voices floated in from down the corridor and quickly, so we wouldn't be caught, Harry pushed me into my room and shut the door behind us.

"I wish I could spend every moment with you." he said in a soft voice. His fingers tips softly grazed my face and I felt all jumpy inside.

"I wish that too."

He smiled. "You're not mad that I kissed you earlier, are you?"

I shook my head. "I'm as far from angry as anyone could be."

"Could I do it again, then?"

I answered with a slight nod and a smile and he leaned forward and brushed my lips sweetly with his own. I felt somewhat rebellious as he kissed me. We were alone in my room and I knew what people would think and say. Grandmother surely wouldn't allow this and I'm sure that if Aunt Ruth found out I'd be done for, but I couldn't get over the thrill of it all.

With all the feelings that were running through my mind, I was surprised I still had room for rational thought. I loved it when he kissed me, ran his fingers through my hair...actually any touch that came from him made me feel wonderful all over.

"I have to go." he whispered as he pulled away from me.

I nodded. "All right."

He kissed me one final time before opening the door. He looked out to make sure no one was coming .

I walked out with him and gave him a quick hug.

He gave me a handsome smile and I smiled back and watched him walk down the corridor before going back into my room. The door clicked shut behind me and took my shawl off and let it fall on the chair.

I walked over to the night table where I had stashed all of my important things the day before and pulled out the Faberge box. I opened its jeweled lid and pulled out the photograph of my parents. It was taken on their wedding day. If with the picture being as old as it was, you could still see the happiness in their faces. Grandmother always told me how in love they were, how they were so devoted and honored one another. I set the picture down on the bed. And pulled my diary out. After thinking about it for a moment I grabbed a pen and opened it up and began to write.

I wrote about Harry. What else was there to write about. I wanted to keep these experiences forever, even though they would always be with me, I didn't want to forget a single thing. I did love him. It had only been two days and I knew that I loved him. I wasn't ready to tell him just yet, but I knew I would soon.

Furiously I tried to write down as much as I could before Hannah came in to get me ready for dinner. In fact I had just put the diary and box away when she came into the room.

"Hello stranger, where have you been today?"

"Around."

She smiled. "How about the green dress tonight, the one with the beads."

"That sounds fine."

She went into the closet and I sank back onto my pillows thinking about Harry. I closed my eyes tightly remembering all the feelings that had awoken in me in the library. I would never ever forget it.