Okay this next chapter is hopeful better than the last. I thought that the last one was a bit boring but anyways....enjoy.

Jack glared in at the shop window, not looking at the items inside but of his reflection and also Rose's. She stood admiring the goods, pointing out things that she liked. Her arm was wrapped around his waist and he felt a sense of comfort from this. She laughed when she realised he was staring at her through the glass.

"Am I just that good looking?"

He nodded. "You know you are." He grabbed her by the waist and dipped her to the ground, kissing her when her head was just inches away from the stones beneath them.

She laughed as he lifted her back up, and then looked back into the window. "I was thinking maybe we could get a bed frame?"

Jack nodded. "Good idea. It is really cold on mattress on the floor in the new house." They both linked arms and walked into the shop. Rose glanced around the shop then wiggled her arm free from Jack's and tapped his shoulder. "TAG! YOU'RE IT!!" She ran off towards the beds, running through the maze of other furniture. She bounded over small tables and tripped in front of large ones. Jack laughed and began his chase after her. He tried to cut her off but she was too fast for him. Her laughter was musical to him and it made him feel like nothing could ever go wrong. He eventually caught up to her and grabbed her in a bear hug, pulling her closer towards him. "You are a bad girl Rose." He smirked.

She glanced up at him and stared into his eyes. "And what are you going to do about it Jack Dawson?"

He gave her a slight smile then kissed her. "What?" She asked after they kissed.

"Nothing. Just thinking about how truly lucky I am to have a wife like you."

Rose collapsed on the bed nearest them and lay down, Jack joined her and they lay facing each other. "Jack I don't know how to tell you this but there is an old woman at the side of our bed." Rose laughed. Jack rolled over to find the shop keeper staring down at them.

"Can you please get of the bed and decide on something? Otherwise I will have to ask you to leave." She pointed her finger at them and her other hand was on her hip, giving her a comical look. Jack couldn't help but laugh and Rose joined in. The shop keeper shook her head at them and walked off, leaving Jack and Rose lying on the bed.

"Come on, let's go." Jack pulled Rose off the bed and led her out of the store. They continued their walked down the street, glaring in at windows as they went. They soon found themselves outside and old shop with nothing in it but a large sign that said 'For Sale.' Jack paused in front of it numerous thoughts and ideas going through his brain.

"Rose?"

"Yes." She came over from one of the other shops, to stand beside him.

"How about we buy this shop and I could sell my paintings and you could sell those things you knit and also the things you make with clay. What do you think?" He looked at her longingly. Rose could do nothing but say yes. He raced down the street towards the estate agent.

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"Sign here and here and here." The estate agent pointed to places on the contract. Jack scrabbled back and forward, trying to keep up with him.

"Okay well that is basically it but you will have to wait a few weeks before you officially own the building but you can go and see it if you want?"

Jack nodded and the estate agent handed him the keys to the building.

"So you can start setting things up but you can't paint it or knock down any walls or anything yet. Have fun." Said the estate agent.

Rose laughed at the comment but nodded her thanks to him as they left. What had they gotten themselves into?

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Jack moved a painting of his onto the wall and stood back to admire it.

"How much do you think it's worth Rose?"

"I would say it is priceless like you but go with $20."

He smiled. "$20 it is then." He placed a small sticker on the frame of the painting. He then moved onto his next painting, hanging it right next to the other ones on the wall.

"Jack?"

"Yes Rose?" He didn't turn to face her as he was too busy hanging his painting.

"Jack I am...."

"Yes Rose." He continued to hang the painting.

"Jack I am having another baby!" She squeaked.

The painting he was hanging dropped to the floor and smashed around him. He paused for a few moments, staring at it, then ran over to her and grabbed her in his arms and spun her around. He kissed her.

"And Rose this time I promise you it will work. Everything is going to work out fine this time. I promise."

She smiled at him but deep down she was unsure. She didn't want to have what happened last time happen again. She couldn't take it again and never could Jack. He would be shattered. But she wouldn't let him see her doubt, she just continued smiling and prayed that he was right.