JACK AND ROSE: TOGETHER FOREVER
Chapter Three
After a small lunch reception in a back room
of the church, Jack and Rose gathered up their things and left for their
wedding afternoon and dinner. The two lovers couldn't have been happier as they
rode away, waving to their friends. Bryan and Dianna had rented a car for them
to use for the night, as a wedding present. As their friends faded away, Jack
and Rose stuck their heads inside the car window. Jack put the glass up so the
driver couldn't hear what they were saying. Jack put his arm around Rose's
shoulders and she put her head on his shoulder.
"Well Mrs. Dawson, how does it feel to
be married?" Jack jokingly asked Rose.
"You mean to the best, cutest groom in
the world?" Rose challenged. Jack smiled. Jack leaned down to kiss her. As
the kiss deepened, Jack moved his lips down Roses' neck. "Oh, Jack,"
Rose sighed "I can hardly wait for tonight."
"Me either" Jack told her as he
lifted his head up. "So where are we going for dinner?" Rose asked
Jack.
"Well," he replied " I thought
we would go to a very good Italian restaurant I went to a few years ago. Its
called Maria's. They have every different kind of Italian food you could ever
imagine. They also have very good service. Does that sound good to you?"
Jack asked her.
"I love Italian food, that sounds
great." Rose answered him smiling a very big smile and laying her head on
Jacks shoulder once again.
For the rest of the day Jack and Rose drove
around New York, looked at the scenery, and just enjoyed being together. When
it was time to go to dinner, Jack had the driver stop about two blocks away so
they could walk in the cool night air. "All right than you two have a nice
evening, you sure you don't need a ride back to your apartment?" The
driver, John, asked.
"We are completely sure." Jack and
Rose said in unison.
"And thank you." Rose told him. The
driver tipped his hat and drove off. Jack put his arm around Rose and she took
his other hand in her own as they walked. Rose smiled up at Jack. 'He is really
cute' she thought. Jack noticed Rose looking up at him and asked,
"What?"
"Oh nothing, I am just very happy."
Rose told him. They stopped and smiled at each other for a while. Than they
began walking again. When they reached the restaurant Jack opened the door for
Rose and she playfully said in a high-society voice "Thank you." Jack
smirked. He remembered the last time she did that. He followed her into Maria's.
Jack led Rose up to the front desk. "Dawson reservation." Jack told
the man. The desk-man nodded and led them to a private table in the back of the
restaurant. The table was nice, with a small vase in the middle with a few red
roses in the middle. It was also close to a couple of big open widows. Rose
smiled. Jack dismissed the desk-man. He left with a swish of his over coat.
Jack pulled Rose's chair out for her, and she smiled at him. After they were
both seated, Jack took Rose's hands and smiled at her from across the small
table. She gave him a big dazzling smile. Jack and Rose stared at each other
until the waiter can. And even than they were too busy to see that he had
arrived.
"Can I take you order." The waiter
asked them with a heavy French accent. The two lovers' didn't reply.
"Ahem!" the waiter said loudly.
"Oh sorry." Jack said somewhat
embarrassed.
"Um, what would you like Rose?"
Jack asked her.
"I think I will have some lasagna."
Rose told him the waiter wrote Rose's choice down.
"I think I will have the
manicotti." Jack told him after.
"All right, would you like some wine
with that." The waiter asked.
"Of course." Jack and Rose answered
in union. They look at each other and started laughing. The waiter rolled his
eyes, picked up the unused menus, and walked off.
"I really don't think he was very happy
with us." Rose playfully told Jack.
"What was your first clue
Sherlock." Jack playfully said back. They started laughing all over again.
Jack and Rose talked until the food got there. Rose and Jack ate in silence for
a while, and Rose wondered why Jack was so quite. He was usually making jokes
about everything and nothing.
"Jack what is the matter, did I do
something?" Rose asked him.
"What? Rose you didn't do
anything."
"Well than why are you so quite?"
Rose questioned him back.
"You'll find out in a minute." Jack
told her. Rose shrugged and when back to her meal. Than just as she was
finishing up the last of her very good lasagna, she heard music start up. Rose
vaguely recognized it from somewhere, but she didn't know where. She picked her
head up for the second time that day and saw Jack smile at her.
"Mrs. Dawson, would you like to
dance?" Jack asked her. Rose smiled and followed him out to the dance
floor. Now she recognized the music, it was Irish music similar to that on the
Titanic. Jack took her into his arms and spun her gracefully around the floor.
Rose closed her eyes and just let Jack spin her. They danced for what seamed
like forever and even got to dance to their song, Come Josephine in my Flying
Machine. When the music ended and the bill paid, Jack and Rose went out the
doors and left for home.
When they did get home, Rose was felling
giddy. She didn't know if it was from the wine or what. And Jack was back to
his original self.
"Well Jack I had a wonderful time
tonight. I loved it. And I love you." Rose told him.
"I did too Rose, and I love you more
than you could imagine." At that Rose leaned in and kissed Jack. Jacks
started to back her into the bedroom, undressing her as they went.
"I love you Rose." Jack told her.
"Me too Jack, me too." Rose
answered. "Jack take me back to the stars." Rose whispered.
And so, Jack and Rose spent the night in the
stars where they always wanted to be.