Jack woke up the next morning with Rose not beside him. He sat up and rubbed his eyes.
"Rose?" Jack put on his clothes from last night, and left his suspenders swinging from his sides as he walked down the stairs. "Rose." Jack stood behind Rose and kissed her on the cheek.
"Morning." Rose smiled as she flipped over the pancake on the stove. "I couldn't sleep, and you seemed so comfortable in bed that I just decided that you need some sleep."
"How long have you been up?"
"For two hours. I didn't feel good so I took a nice long hot bath, read a book, and then decided it was time to make breakfast."
"How are you feeling now?"
"I still feel bad, but not as bad as I did when I woke up. I'll be fine, Jack. Don't worry."
Jack turned Rose around, and placed his hand on his cheek as Rose placed her hands on Jack's side. "How can I not when my one and only love is not feeling well?"
Rose gave a slight smiled. "It's probably just the flu. Jack, trust me. I'm fine. Now, come on. Let's eat." Rose took two plates from the cupboard, and placed them on the counter.
"I'll be fine, Jack. I promise."
Rose kissed Jack's hand, and placed some scrambled eggs on each plate with a side of two strips of bacon. Jack took the plates, and set them down on the table. Rose poured freshly squeezed orange juice into two medium-sized glasses. She placed them on the table, one by her plate, and one by Jack's. She then sat down and took small bites, and sips of her orange juice.
There was a knock on the door, and Jack stood up to answer it. "Hey, Anna."
"Hello, Jack."
"Come on in." Jack opened the door wider, and Anna entered.
"Hello, Rose."
Rose lifted up her head and saw Anna. "Morning."
"Well, I better go and take a shower."
"All right," Rose said.
"Rose, are you feeling all right?" Anna sat down where Jack was sitting.
"No, I don't feel so well. I woke up this morning feeling as if I had the flu, and when I got out of bed I was dizzy."
"You know, it seems as if Camilla was the same way when she got pregnant with Millie. Of course, I'm really not sure if you would be or not. You're right, it might be the flu."
"Well, it might be a possibility," Rose said with a smirk. Anna smiled back, and looked forward past Rose. "What?" Rose asked in curiosity. "Oh, Jack made that. Isn't that beautiful?" Rose turned around facing Anna after she took a glance.
"There is a writer a couple blocks down who writes children's stories and novels, but he can't draw. He is looking for an artist to make the pictures, and is paying the person handsomely. Do you think Jack might like the job?"
Rose's face lit up. "Well, he is looking for a job. This would be excellent for him. Anna, thank you very much."
"You're welcome. I have to go. I'll talk to you later."
"All right."
Rose followed Anna to the door, and Anna closed the door. A few moments later, Jack walked down the stairs with his hair wet and a new set of clothes on. Rose ran towards Jack and stepped up the couple of stairs that Jack was descending.
"Jack."
"What?"
"I think that I found you a job, or at least Anna and I both have."
"Well, what is it?"
"Anna was telling me that there is an author in town that writes children stories and novels, but can't draw. He is looking for someone who can, and he is paying a wise fee for the person who can."
Jack's face smiled. "You and Anna are both brilliant," Jack said, giving Rose a kiss.
