Ok, So I updated the final chapter, made a few changes but not a lot. The biggest probably being the fact that it is not the final chapter anymore. :) I just couldn't stop!

The day had finally arrived. Jack rolled over in his bed. He was nervous, but who wouldn't be? The woman, who lay next to him right now, was going to be his wife by the end of the day. Little had he know of the events of the future when he had glared up at her on the balcony above him on the Titanic. He decided to get up and start getting ready, as there was no way he would be able to go back to sleep anyway. Their wedding would be in the afternoon, in the local park. He prayed that the sunshine that was now appearing in the room would stay up for the rest of the day.

He looked in the bathroom mirror and let out a sigh. He splashed his face with water, but looked up to find that it had no effect on his appearance. He let out another sigh and moved onto his hair. It stuck up in all directions and whenever he tried to comb it, it would go the opposite way to what he wanted. He placed his hands on the side of the sink and stood there staring at himself for a few minutes. "Jack." He said to his reflection. "I don't think she cares what you look like, but for god sakes what is up with your hair?" He laughed. In the end he concluded that if he wet the comb before he combed it through his hair, it actually made his hair stay in place. He then quickly shaved and took one last look at himself in the mirror and smiled at himself in triumph of his amazing ability to make himself look good.

Rose on the other hand, had been awake all night. She had gone through the plans of the wedding through her head about a million times, going through every detail with a fine toothpick. Everything was perfect, well almost, she still had to actually make it to the wedding and say I do. She got up after Jack and went into the bathroom and tried to manage the task of doing her hair in an up hair style. She gave up after a few hours and decided that her hair looked better out anyway. She then started to put on her makeup, then half way through thought that the red lipstick would look better than the brown and had to start all over again. By the time she was done in the bathroom, Jack had gotten dressed into his suit, which he had rented from the store and had cooked and eaten breakfast and lunch.

"You finally done in there?" He laughed.

Rose blushed. "Yes, I believe I am." She walked over to him and caught him in a hug, her arms around his waist. "So Mr Jack Dawson, are you ready to make me your wife."

Jack smiled. "I don't know? You my wife?" He joked. Rose elbowed him in the stomach and he laughed some more before he finally let go of her and pushed her towards her dress.
"I think you should get into that. Seeing there is only an hour and a bit before the actual wedding."

Rose looked up at the clock. "Did I really take that long in the bathroom?"

Jack gave a slight nod, which sent Rose blushing again. She picked up her dress from the mattress and glared at it. "I'm not sure I do really like this one."

Jack gave a sigh and hugged her from behind. "Rose you look lovely in it."

Rose kissed him on the cheek. "But Jack you would think that I look lovely in a paper bag!"
"Well you would." Jack kissed her back. "Now put on the dress so we can get going."

Rose laughed, and then slipped the dress over her head. She moved over to the mirror and admired herself. "Are you sure? I think I should have gone the longer one."

"Give us a spin Rose, so I can be positive before I say anything."
Rose spun around in a small circle and Jack clapped his hands to his mouth. "God Rose you look terrible." He joked; Rose again elbowed him in the stomach. "But seriously though, you look breathtaking." Rose smiled and then glanced at herself in the mirror. She was still unsure but at least Jack thought she looked good.

They went outside, where waiting for them was a horse and carriage. Rose had wanted a car but Jack had insisted that a horse and carriage was much more romantic. The driver opened the door for them and helped Rose get in. Jack plopped down beside her and put his arm around her.
"See how much more romantic this is than a car? Everyone can see how beautiful you look as well."

Rose smiled. "I guess you're right."

The carriage took them to the park. No one was invite to the wedding, so the only one there was the priest, who stood under a large oak tree. The driver opened the door of the carriage and Jack hopped out first. Rose went to step out but Jack stopped her.

"No miss, I will carry you to the priest. We don't want the bottom of your dress to get dirty because of the mud."
Rose laughed as Jack picked her up into his arms and carried her over to the priest, who stood there laughing at them.
"Good day. You must be the happy couple?" He said.

Jack and Rose nodded.

"Now sir if you would kindly but your wife to be down we can get on with the service."

Jack nodded and placed Rose down.

"Now we shall begin......." The priest rambled on for ages. Both Rose and Jack forgot most of what he said but they both remembered the I do's.

Jack was the first of them to say "I do." Which he did with a huge smile on his face.

Rose also said "I do." But it was almost drowned out by her laughing, because Jack seemed so happy and his smile was just hilarious.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride."
"This is the part I have been looking forward too." Laughed Jack, Rose laughed too and then they both kissed. Jack then lifted Rose into his arms and carried her back to the horse and carriage, which had been waiting for them the whole time.

"Congratulates." Said the driver as he opened the door for them.

Rose and Jack said thank you at the same time, then Jack placed her down on the seat and sat next to her.

"So Mrs Rose Dawson what do you want to do now?"

"To be honestly truthful I just want to go home and relax on the mattress, next to the fire, with you sitting next to me."

Jack laughed. "I think that can be arranged. Driver back home please."

The driver nodded and hit the reins.

Once they were back home, Jack carried Rose up the front steps and through the door way.
"I love you." Rose kissed him as he placed her down.

"Funny that."
"Why?" Asked Rose.

"Because I love you too."
Rose smiled. "How about a cup of tea?"
Jack nodded and went to make it. Rose sat down on the mattress. She let out a sigh of happiness.
"Tea madam?"

Rose took the tea from Jack and he came to sit next to her.
"So do you feel any different now that you are Mrs Dawson?"

Rose nodded. "I feel more loved." Jack caught her in a hug and they lay down on the mattress, Rose's head on his chest. They lay like that for the rest of the night, talking to each other about the day and what they were going to do with the rest of their lives. And how many children they were going to have. Jack wanted a large family, Rose wanted one or two. In the end they decided that they would let fate decide.