FOR BETTER OR WORSE
Chapter One

April 29, 1912
Chippewa Falls, Wisconsin

Kyle Lavery stood at the counter of his general store, watching customers come and go. It had been a long day, and the newspaper had been his biggest sale, with the sinking of that ship Titanic and everything. He had never known people read so much. He had even had to call New York to special order some of their newspapers because they had more coverage of the sinking of the great liner. Kyle Lavery shook his head sadly when he thought about all those people dying on that ship. It must have been horrible.

"We’ll stop in here, ask about the house, and figure out where to go from there," a voice said as the bell chimed, signaling more customers.

Kyle Lavery glanced up to greet his new customers, and his eyes widened in recognition. It couldn’t be…he hadn’t seen that face for five long years. "Jack? Jack Dawson, is that really you?"

"Hello, Mr. Lavery." The blond-haired, blue-eyed young man smiled, tightly holding the hand of a beautiful red-headed girl with sparkling green eyes. Both sets of eyes were filled with sadness and spoke of an experience both had shared that neither should have experienced at their young age.

"Why, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes? Come in!" Kyle beckoned them into the shop. "We never expected to see you back in Chippewa Falls again."

"Believe me, neither did I." Jack laughed.

"And who is this pretty young lady?"

Jack blushed, glancing over at the girl, who tiredly leaned against him. Jack placed a secure arm around her waist. "This is Rose Dawson. My wife."

Kyle’s eyes widened, and he looked at the young man in disbelief. How old was Jack now? Twenty? And by the look of her, his bride was pretty young, as well. "Wife? You got married?"

"A couple of days ago, actually." Jack laughed at the man’s reaction. "What can I say? We’re in love." He smiled at Rose, who smiled back, not taking her eyes off him for a moment.

"You can tell that you two are newlyweds by the way you can’t keep your eyes off each other." Kyle laughed.

Jack laughed. "Rose, this is Mr. Lavery, the owner of the general store here. He was my father’s best friend before the fire."

"It’s a pleasure to meet you, sir." Rose smiled.

"Proper, too. Just call me Kyle, Rose. Sir and Mr. Lavery belonged to my father." He laughed. From her accent and manners, she was high class, too. He wondered how Jack had landed this one.

"All right…Kyle." Rose nodded, looking a little uncomfortable. Calling her husband Jack instead of Mr. Dawson was one thing, but calling the older man by his first name wasn’t as easy.

"So, what can I do for you lovebirds tonight?" Kyle grinned happily.

"Well, Rose is tired from our long trip and everything…I was wondering if my parents’ house is suitable to stay in? I thought if anyone would know, it would be you."

"Why, of course. Your uncles and cousin have been staying there since you left." Kyle nodded, a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. He wondered if he should tell him about the fall in status of the Dawson name, thanks to those three. The uncles were two drunken ruffians, while his cousin was the most promiscuous woman in Chippewa Falls. No one had any respect for them. Now, when the name Dawson was mentioned, everyone turned up their noses, not thinking of the original family but of the two drunken men and the woman who’d bed any man if he was willing. "But instead of making that long trek, the room in the back is available. You can stay there for the night. Give you two more alone time."

"I don’t know, Kyle. I mean, we wouldn’t want to impose…" Jack uncomfortably cleared his throat.

"You won’t be imposing. Then, tomorrow, I’ll come pick you up and you can have breakfast with the wife and myself. I’m not taking no for an answer."

Jack laughed. "Well, since you insist. What do you think, Rose?" Jack turned to his wife.

"That sounds lovely." Rose giggled, snuggling closer to her husband.

"Well, then, follow me." Kyle smiled, leading the young couple to the back of the room.

*****

Rose and Jack lay in each other’s arms, thinking about the past couple of weeks. The sinking, getting rescued, hiding from Rose’s mother and Cal. Discovering the money and the Heart of the Ocean in Cal’s coat…getting married the very day they arrived in New York. Everything was like a whirlwind for them. Now, here they were, back in Chippewa Falls. A place Jack had never expected to be again.

"Are you all right?" Rose asked, noticing how quiet her husband had become.

"I’m all right. It’s just been so long since I’ve been here. I wonder what’s changed." Jack sighed, pulling Rose closer. "Rose…are you sure about this? It’s not too late to go back to Cal if you want…"

Rose placed a finger on his lips, silencing him. "Jack, darling, this is exactly what I want. We may not be filthy rich, but we have enough. Plus the money we got from Cal’s engagement ring--that was a lot. And when that runs out, we’ll still be rich, because we love each other. Something I didn't share with Cal. This life with you is all I want and ever could want. I love you, Jack. More than anything."

"I just don’t want you to regret this, Rose. I know that I made third class life seem like a load of fun, but it’s not. It’s hard and sometimes cruel. It’s not always fun and games."

"I know that, Jack. I’ve always known that. It may be hard, but it’s also freedom. A type of freedom that first class life doesn’t contain." Rose smiled, kissing him lightly. "Jack, I don’t and never will regret leaving my old life behind. I’m so grateful that we found each other, and I know that because we do love each other, we’ll be able overcome all hardships as long as we have each other."

"Well. Okay, since you insist." Jack smiled, kissing her passionately. He pulled away and looked into her eyes. "You are so beautiful."

"So are you." Rose happily sighed, getting lost in his eyes of ocean blue. "Put your hands on me, Jack. I want to visit the stars again."

Jack smiled at the familiar words. "Your wish is my command, my lady." Jack leaned down and kissed her deeply. Neither stopped. For the rest of the night, they were in a world of their own, Titanic and everything else forgotten.

Chapter Two
Stories