I think I'm doing pretty well with this whole 'updating' thing. I'm getting these things out pretty fast. Whoa. Sweet.

Ok, this is called a 'sappy chappie'. It basically means that everything is basically perfect. So was last ones, kinda, but Cal was in it. I might mix it up a little at the end though. You'll just have to read and see, now won't you?

I own nothing, I have nothing that you want, and no you cannot have my goldfish! (jk, I don't even have a goldfish...)

Life had finally gotten good. Molly stayed in the house, doing stuff a housewife would, but of course, she wasn't married. She liked the term 'housekeeper' but Rose and Jack refused to call her that because it was her house too, she was their friend, and she was not their employee. Not that she would have accepted payment, anyway.

Rose wanted to do something, so she got a job at a woodcarving shop in the main neighborhood (Chippewa was more like a town but its inhabitants were so close to one another people kept calling it a neighborhood). The man who ran the store was eager for help, and he would have someone show her what to do so she could actually make something. But until then, she was the person at the counter. She was mainly supporting the three of them, and it made her feel wonderful. If Molly had extra of something or other she would sell it, but Rose was doing the main job.

Because of Rose, Jack could virtually do whatever he wanted. He drew near where Rose was working. Anything that would stay still for long enough for him to commit it to memory, he would draw. People would occasionally come and watch him, and sometimes they wanted to buy one of his portraits. He would sell it to them for any price as long as it wasn't horribly under or over priced. He even had a few people ask him to draw portraits for them.

Their lives were nearly perfect. (A/N- I only say nearly because nothing is really perfect) Each was doing what they wanted to. But one thing was missing.

Jack had been saving what he had been earning for the past two months to buy Rose a ring. He wanted nothing now but to marry her. No Cal to stop them, no classes separating them. He loved her with everything he had, and he knew she felt exactly the same.

He got her a simple silver band with a diamond in it. It was one of the cheaper ones. No matter how many of them were working or how much money they were getting, they weren't rich. And rings were expensive.

Rose came home in good spirits. The man who owned the shop where she worked said that tomorrow someone would be able to show her the basics of making some of the thing in the shop. She was very excited.

When she walked in the door, she saw Jack sitting at the table in the kitchen, apparently waiting for her.

When he saw her, he got up and walked over to her. There was a strange look in his eye that she didn't recognize.

"He, Rose," he said, and kissed her. When he pulled away, he said, "C'mere, there's something I want to talk about."

Completely nonplussed, se followed him to the table and sat down. Jack, for the first time since they met, looked nervous. Not very, but enough to have it show. He took a deep breath before continuing.

"Rose, I want you to know that you're the best thing that's ever happened to me. These past two months have practically been heaven on Earth for me. But one thing was wrong."

Rose now felt a little bad. What didn't he like?

He knelt next to her and took her hand. "You're not mine." Rose beginning to catch on but today her brain was working slower than usual.

"Rose DeWitt Bukator, will you marry me?"

Her answer was kissing him with all she had. After what seemed like hours they broke apart. Jack was grinning. "So I guess this means 'yes'?" he asked, knowing the answer.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!" she said, and kissed him again, harder, if possible. When he finally pulled away, he put the ring on her finger.

Just then Molly walked in. She looked from Jack to Rose, then looked at her hand. She nearly screamed. What came out was some kind of cross between a squeal and a shriek.

"Oh, my God!" She began to jump around. She was nearly more excited then they were; they were holding it in. Molly seemed just too excited.

"When Jack told me I needed to go get something, I kind of figured he was trying to get me out of the house so he could ask, but I wasn't sure, oh, God, this is so great!!!"

Jack was grinning at her in a 'you're crazy and that's why I like you' kind of way (A/N- that is practically how ALL of my friends look at me...). Rose was positively beaming at how excited she was for them.

Molly hugged them both, then began to calm down. Taking a few deep breaths, she regained control. Grinning, she said, "So have you decided on anything yet?"

"No."

"Okay, then," she answered, "I'll leave you alone so you can start."

And with that, she left the room. Jack kissed Rose one more time, and they sat down to plan.

Ok, I know this was a short chappie, but I wanna have the wedding in its own chapter. Molly went crazy like me on a sugar high. I knew I liked her... I'm proud of my OC.

I'm writing a Titanic oneshot that will come out soon, so you might want to check that out. So yeah. I need to think of stuff to happen for the next chapter. Maybe I'll bring Cal back. (all readers simultaneously shout 'NO!!!!!!!!!' at the top of their lungs) Hey! I said maybe!

Review and tell me how much I suck,

Arns