FALLING STARS
Chapter Twenty-One

June 21, 1933

Rose watched as Emily made her way up the aisle, escorted by Cal. Both the Dawsons and the Hockleys were taking part in the wedding.

Cal had initially objected just as vehemently as Jack and Rose to the wedding of Gregory and Emily, but had eventually come around. Now, Rose watched as he escorted his daughter to the altar, from her own position as matron of honor.

Every member of the two families had a part in the wedding. Much to Jack’s surprise, Gregory had asked him to be best man, a sign that he held no lingering resentment over Jack’s initial objection to his choice of brides. Rose was matron of honor, and Libby, Nancy, and Heidi were bridesmaids. Nathan Hockley and Adam Dawson were ushers, while little Andrew Dawson was ring-bearer. Emily and Gregory had made all of the decisions about who would do what, and no one was left out.

Rose watched quietly as Cal escorted Emily to the altar and stepped back, signaling that she was in Gregory’s care now. She listened as the minister began the words of the ceremony that would make the two husband and wife, remembering her own wedding, now over twenty years past. Had it really been that long? It seemed like only a short time since she had made her way up the aisle, on that chilly November day in 1912, marrying Jack in a small, quiet ceremony with only a few people gathered to watch. Now, their son--the son that she had been carrying when she had married Jack--was getting married himself, with a hundred guests there to watch.

She gazed at the bride and the groom as they exchanged their vows. Gregory, dressed in a tuxedo, looked very much like Jack had at age twenty, except for the bright red hair. Emily, as petite and blonde as her mother, was dressed in an elegant white satin gown and lace veil. The two of them fairly radiated happiness as they spoke the words that would bind them together. Rose smiled to herself, remembering the joy of her own wedding day, and the many years of joys and sorrows that had passed since then. Life had not always been perfect, but it had never been boring, and she had never regretted a moment of it.

*****

Hours later, as Jack and Rose watched the newlyweds dance, they were surprised to see Cal approach them. They hardly noticed him at first, too caught up in their own thoughts to pay attention to him, but they looked up when he cleared his throat.

"Cal." Rose looked at him in surprise. They had maintained an uneasy peace over the years, but had seldom spoken to each other unless absolutely necessary.

"Jack. Rose." Cal seemed equally uncomfortable. He shuffled his feet, watching Gregory and Emily dance. The couple was oblivious to anyone around them.

"They’re very happy, aren’t they?" he commented after a moment.

"Yes, they are," Jack replied shortly, as though challenging Cal to try to put a stop to the couple’s happiness.

Cal sat down beside them at the table, pausing for a moment as the music ended and the newlyweds came over to see them.

After talking to them for a moment, Gregory and Emily moved off, walking amongst their guests. Cal looked back at Jack and Rose.

"Jack, Rose," he began. He stopped for a moment, uncertain of how to proceed. "I realize that we haven’t been the best of neighbors over the years..."

"Our children made the best of things," Rose replied, wondering what Cal was getting at. He wasn’t usually this friendly.

"Yes." He looked at the young couple making their way through the reception hall. "But now...in a way, we’re related."

"We have been related for years, ever since my mother married your father. We’ve been related through them for a long time," Rose responded.

"That’s true, but...in a way, I think we are more closely related now. Your son and my daughter are married, and it may not be long before we share grandchildren."

The Dawsons looked at each other, realizing that this was true. Any children that Gregory and Emily had would be Cal’s grandchildren, as well as theirs.

"What’s your point?" Jack asked bluntly.

"We’ve tolerated each other for years, both as neighbors and as the parents of the children’s friends, but I think that, after all this time, and everything that has happened, we need to make amends. I realize that we have never really liked each other, but I think that we need to be friendlier, since, for better or worse, we are relatives now, and will probably share common blood relatives before long."

"Perhaps you’re forgetting the hell that you put us through on the Titanic," Jack told him, recognizing the rationale behind Cal’s argument, but still unable to completely forgive him for the past.

"That was over twenty-one years ago, and I think we’ve all changed since then. We’ve all lived a lot since then, and married and raised children. I am not the jealous fiancé that I was on the Titanic, and I have no desire to pursue Rose now. She’s yours, and I think I recognized it even then, which was why I fought so hard to put a stop to things."

Jack considered his words for a moment. It had been a long time, and perhaps he was narrow-minded to still hold so much resentment over things that had happened so long ago, but he couldn’t change how he felt on the basis of a few words. Years of resentment would take a long time to mend.

Rose spoke up. "Cal...I can’t promise that we’ll ever be friends, but for the sake of our families, I think you’re right. It’s long since time we mended fences, and put the past away." She looked at Jack, gauging his reaction.

Jack sighed reluctantly. They were right, and he knew it, but he still had a hard time accepting the idea. Still, for the sake of harmony, he would try.

He nodded. "It is time we buried the hatchet. For the sake of our children, I think we can try to get along better."

Cal nodded. He knew that Jack had never forgiven him for leaving him to die on the Titanic, but now that they shared families, it was time to set the past aside. Slowly, he reached out his hand, and the two men shook on it.

Chapter Twenty-Two
Stories