JACK AND ROSE GOING TO
EUROPE
Chapter Thirteen
A few days later,
they arrived in London.
"Rose, close
your eyes."
"Why?"
"Just close
your eyes. You will find out in a minute."
"Okay,"
Rose said, closing her eyes.
"Okay. You can
open them now."
Rose opened her
eyes, and was surprise what she saw a house with a Sold sign in the yard.
Rose turned to
Jack. "You bought this house?"
"Yes. You
always said that you wished you lived in London. Now your wish has finally come
true."
"How did you
pay for this?"
"Remember when
we first arrived in Paris, and I got a letter saying that my latest painting
had sold for a million dollars?"
"Yes, I
remember. You mean you bought this house with part of the million
dollars?"
"Yes, Rose. I
had a hard time not telling you this surprise."
*****
"Jack, this is
a beautiful house," Rose said, as they walked through the small but
charming house.
"I knew you
would love this house," Jack said, holding Rose close to him. "Want
to see the upstairs?"
"Yes,"
Rose replied.
"What do you
think, Rose?" Jack asked, after they had finished walking through their
new house.
"I love it,
Jack."
"I knew you
would love this, Rose," Jack said.
*****
A few days later,
they returned to Paris to pick up their adopted son, who they named Jack Andrew
Dawson, Jr.
On the train back
to London, Rose smiled at her sleeping husband and their adopted son before
going to sleep herself.