Cals POV.
I walked into the hospital with Ruth, we immediately went up to Rose's floor and into her room.
"Rose my darling-," Ruth started, then we both noticed the same thing.
"Where is she Cal?" an angry eyed mother turned to me.
"I'm sure they just moved her to a different room," we both walked out of the hospital room and to the desk clerk.
"Where is my fince?" I ask, he had a weird look on his face, "Rose Bukater,"
"Rose was released from the hospital yesterday, with her brother," the man informs us.
"Rose is an only child," Ruth tells him.
"My records show right here that she has gone home with her brother," he shows us some paper work. I snatched it out of his hands and read it.
"That little prick," I mumble.
"Cal, watch your language!" Ruth hits my arm.
"He got her, Ruth! You don't even seem to care!" I knocked over a stand near by, and stormed out.
Roses POV
My head rested against his warm chest, the sunlight was only just beaming through the closed cream curtains and the leftovers of the food from last night was sitting cold on the nightstand. I shifted a little in my place, Jacks eyes fluttered open.
"Good morning." He kissed my forehead.
"Morning." I replied and ran my hand down his bare chest.
"I vote pancakes." Jack smiles and sits up. I just moan in agreement.
"What do you want to do today?" I ask him.
"Stay in bed and watch the simple world roll by, with the most amazing girl I've ever met." He replies.
"I never knew you were such a romantic, Mr. Dawson." I tell him.
"You obviously don't know me as well as I think you do, then. I'm all about romance," He smugly replies, "Tell you what, I'll go get us some coffee while you lay in bed a little longer." He pops on a plain white shirt and opens the door, I realized we were in a small hotel room with just a bed, bathroom and small kitchen, it was surprisingly very welcoming to me.
"Love you." He said before he shut the door, and then the room was silent.
Jacks POV
I walked out of the small room and onto a tiny footpath into a small town just outside of New York City. I started walking, realizing I probably had bed hair and horrible breath.
As I walked by people they stared at me as if I was an illegal citizen, I turned the corner and opened the door to a mini café.
On her way out of the café was the desk clerk from the hospital, the one with blond hair and pretty pink lips.
"Hello again." She smiled at Jack, he stopped in her presence getting a wiff of her beautifulness and taking it all in.
"Hi, I mean Hello. What a coincidence," I stuttered.
"Are you nervous about something?" she asked.
"No," I gave a little chuckle, "just got caught off guard," I continued.
"I like your hair, it's very new," she laughed, that smile was so beautiful.
"This is what I like to call bed head, quite the trend these days," I joke.
"Would you like to have some coffee with me down at the park?" she asks.
"I don't even know your name yet," I protested against the idea.
"It's Melody," she smiled and looked at her shoes, they looked expensive.
"Melody is a pretty name, I'm-,"
"Jack Dawson, I know who you are," she poked my chest as a joke.
"Nice to know I'm famous around these parts,"
"So, will you come with me? It's nothing special, I have to take care of some oldies on their weekly visit to the park," she asks again.
"Uh- well..,"
"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realize you had someone to be meeting, forget I asked" she smiled.
"No, No, it's okay, I'm sure they can wait for me. Let me grab my coffee and I'll be with you in a sec." I told her, she immediately smiled and nodded, walking outside and waiting by the door.
… No Jack Nooooo! :')
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