Here is the next chapter, hope u enjoy it. Soz it took so long to write but I just completely forgot about it. I know how could I? Anyway, enjoy this one cause it is coming close to the end.

Their new house was modest. It wasn't large, only one story with one bedroom and an open spaced area that would be their lounge, dinning and kitchen. They didn't have much stuff to fill it with either, but to them it was the most amazing and wonderful house in the world because it was theirs.

They spent most of their time in that house. Rose loved it more than any other house she had ever lived in. When Jack wasn't at work they would lounge around on the lone mattress that sat on the floor or they would sit on the floor near the fire place. They used to spend their days listening to music on the radio and dancing around the house. And at the end of the day they would collapse onto the mattress and just lie together, happy to be in each other company.

They never went out for dinner and seeing that Rose wasn't fond of cooking nor was she very good at it because she had be catered to her whole life, so they would usually have pasta for dinner then eat the leftovers the next day. After dinner they would fall back on the mattress and Jack would whisper stories and jokes into Rose's ear. Their new life together seemed to have taken a halt, they weren't going anywhere fast but neither did they want to! They were quite happy with the life they were living and had quiet forgotten that they were going to get married and that they had once been on the sinking Titanic in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean.

Until one day, when Rose was busy cleaning the house and Jack was at work, a knock came at their wooden front door. Rose hurried to the door, almost tripping over her dress. When she opened the door she was quite surprised to discover her mother standing there. Rose's first reaction was to slam the door in her face but she fought back the desire.

"Mother! How did you find me?"

"Oh Rose, let me in and I will tell you!"

Rose let the woman pass her. Her mother walked towards the only chair in the room and sat down.

"How do you live like this?" She looked around the room obviously repulsed with its lack of furniture.

"We manage. Now mother what is it that you want?" Rose stared at her, her arms folded.

"Rose you are to come home with me at once. Anne told me about how you plan to marry this boy...Jack."
"NO!"
Her mother stared back at her, shocked at her outburst. "Rose we have let you play around long enough! You are coming back home!"

"NO! Mother I am getting married to Jack and I am sorry if that doesn't please you but I love him and that's final! And if this is the only reason for your visit than you can leave my house!" Rose pointed towards the door. Her mother got up, sticking her nose in the air, she walked towards the door.

"Rose you will regret this!" With a turn of her heels she opened the front door and left.

Rose was quite distressed by the whole thing and decided right that moment that she was going to get married to Jack as quickly as she could.

* * *

Jack slaved over the machine in front of him. His work was hard, especially to start with seeing he had, had no idea what he was doing, but now it was at least easier. He had, had to learn a lot really quickly and he always seemed to keep forgetting things and that worried him. He really needed to keep this job, selling paintings, though he loved it, was not going to give them enough money for their upcoming wedding. Jack had come home last night to a quite distressed Rose, begging him to get married to her as soon as possible, though unusual Jack had agreed straight away. He would marry Rose any day, either if she had said tomorrow he still would have said yes. He was just concerned with her sudden haste. He had asked her numerous times why she all of a sudden was in such a rush but he was only ever answered with 'I love you, don't you love me?' Which of course he would answer with yes.

He had two weeks to gather all the money he could to pay for this wedding and he knew that this time he wouldn't get any help from Derek. And anyway Derek had done enough for them and he couldn't ask for anymore help from him anyway without feeling guilty. So Jack was doing everything he could, he was selling his paintings as well as doing his job and he also had started a second Job delivering newspapers. He laughed at the thought as he remembered being chased by numerous dogs.

He was nervous about the wedding though. He loved her so much but getting married was such a big step. But whenever he felt nervous he just thought of her beautiful face and her loving, blue eyes staring into his and all his fear was gone. He hated the fact he had to work; all he wanted to do was be with her. He loved the time when he would come home and find her lying on the mattress or sitting near the fire place and he would come and sit next her and cuddle her in his arms. This wedding would be worth it, no matter how nervous he was he would go through with it! Because he knew that it would be worth it.

* * *

Rose looked down at her dress. She liked it, but it wasn't the one.

"I was thinking of something more....straight and less bouncy." She said as she walked back towards the change rooms.
Jack laughed. "Whatever you want Rose. But isn't it bad luck for me to see you in your dress before the wedding?"

Rose came back out of the change rooms in another dress. "And since when do you believe in old wives tales?"

Jack gave her a smirk. "I like that one Rose." Rose nodded in agreement and then went to take it off so they could buy it.

"Can you believe we are getting married in three days?"

Jack shook his head. They had three days to get everything else ready. They had no on to invite to the wedding so at least he didn't have to worry about paying for an after party. Jack went outside while Rose payed for the dress. He knew that he was now officially the luckiest man in the world! Because how else could he have met someone like Rose, survived the Titanic and be about to get married to Rose. He chuckled; god was definitely looking after him.