JACK AND ROSE: TOGETHER FOREVER
Chapter Thirty-Three
Summer, 1914
Jack opened his eyes and looked around. The
sun was coming in through the windows and he could hear the seagulls calling to
each other down by the ocean. He looked down and sat Rose asleep on his bare
chest. One of her hands, her left one, intertwined with his and her right hand
up by his head on the pillow. Jack smiled and caressed her bare back as he
glanced at the clock. As much as he wanted to stay here with Rose and fall back
to sleep, he had to get up to meet Scott in an hour. Sighing, he unclasped
their hands and lifted Rose's head up setting her gently on the pillow. Jack
glanced over at Rose who stirred, but did not wake up. He smiled and slowly
dragged himself out of bed. After Jack had bathed and dressed, he only had
about a half-hour before he had to be at the Santa Monica Art Gallery. Jack had
no idea what this was about, but he had gotten a call yesterday from Scott
yesterday to meet him down at the gallery with Mr. Adams. The only thing Scott
had said was something about a sale. But Jack had no idea why they were
alerting him so hugely for. Usually, Mr. Adams or Scott just told Jack when
they saw him or called him. Jack had never really had to go down to the gallery
for the news.
'Maybe something big happened," Jack
thought as he approached a still sleeping Rose. Jack laid down next to Rose
again and gently shook her.
"Rose, sweetheart," Rose slowly
opened her eyes and looked at him.
"Mmm," she mumbled, reaching out
for him.
Jack kissed her, sat up and put his feet on
the floor, and then said, "Honey, I have to go down to meet Scott and Mr.
Adams." Rose, too, sat up and rested her chin on his shoulder.
"I want you to stay here with me,"
she said sweetly.
Jack took her hand and said, "I know
sweetheart. I want to stay too. But I have to go; you remember what I told you
how excited Scott sounded. This might be really big for me Rose."
Rose nodded and told Jack, "I
understand. My husband going to become a famous artist. I should probably let
him go to this meeting or whatever it is." Jack laughed and laid her back
down.
He kissed her gently, "I love you."
Rose smiled, "I love you too." Jack
kissed her once again.
"I'll be back in a little while."
Jack said before kissing her on the forehead. "Now, go back to
sleep."
Rose smiled, "All right, hurry back
Jack," she whispered before closing her eyes. Jack kissed her one last
time before standing up and walking slowly out of the room.
Rose sat in her little sunroom she loved so much.
She had pulled out her copy of Romeo and Juliet and was now very wrapped up in
the story.
"Romeo, doff thy name; And for my name,
which is no part of thee, take all myself." She read out load
dramatically, looking out one of windows, pretending it was a balcony. 'Not
bad,' she thought to herself.
"So, Miss Juliet, I see have your lines
down." Jack suddenly said. Rose spun around and her face flushed.
"Oh, Jack, I didn't know you were
there."
Jack smiled and walked over, "So Juliet,
do you have a kiss for your Romeo?" he asked talking Rose into her arms.
"Hmmm, my Romeo, I think I do."
Rose said reaching up to kiss Jack. Jack smiled brightly and looked at her
after Rose pulled away.
"What's going on Jack?" Rose asked.
Jack's smile was contagious and she, too, starting smiling happily.
"What?" She asked again. Jack took
a deep breath and led her over to the small couch in the sunroom. He sat her
down and then sat across from her.
Jack looked into her eyes, "Rose,
sweetheart, we are going to France." Rose's face went white.
"France," she said breathlessly
looking down.
"Well, Paris to be exact. See, Mr. Adams
and Scott sold a couple of my pieces to the gallery in Paris. Any the gallery
wanted to see more of my work and want me to be at the exhibit they are doing
of my work for a few days. So, the gallery is sending me and you to
Paris." Jack explained excitedly.
"France," Rose reaped her face
still white.
Jack nodded, "Rose this is a chance of a
lifetime! You and me in Paris! The city of love! Rose this is going to be
wonderful!" Rose looked up and searched Jack's face.
"Jack, if we go to Paris." She took
a deep breath. "That means we have to get on another boat. Jack I don't
know if I can do that. I mean, I have been all right with water and the ocean.
But at boat," Rose said, choking up. "I mean I want to go so bad.
But, what if something happens to you. I couldn't, I couldn't go on Jack."
"Oh Rose. I know. I am so scared too.
Scared as hell even. But Rose, I won't let anything happen to you. I promise
Rose." Jack said taking Rose into his arms and stoking her hair.
Rose brought her face up and looked at Jack,
"Jack, I still don't know if I can do this."
Jack smiled, "Seems to me you said the
same thing that night on the ship. Remember, 'I, I can't do this Jack.'"
Rose smiled, "Jack I know. But this is
different then a dance. We almost died on a ship. I don't know if I can
go." Jack looked at her and took at deep breath.
"I understand, and Rose, if you want,
I'll go alone. Because I already sent them a letter telling them I was coming
and I can't say no now. I could go alone. I won't be the same, but I will only
be gone about a week and a half or so. I won't stay any longer then the three
days I need to be at the exhibit and then come home."
Rose looked up at Jack and shook her head,
"No," she said simply.
"What?" Jack asked.
"No," she said again. "No
Jack, I am not letting you go on a ship alone. You jump, I jump, right? I am
not letting you go with out me. Besides, what would I do for two and a half
weeks?" Rose said smiling.
"Are you sure Rose?" Jack asked.
Rose smiled, "I am sure Jack. I will try
to get through this. And I think with you there I can do this." Jack stood
up and pulled Rose with him. He picked her up and spun her around, letting out
whoops of joy. Rose laughed and joined him. Rose smiled as Jack put her down.
"So when are we going?"
Jack laughed, "Hmm, a little eager, huh.
Well, the ship leaves in about two weeks. So in a week and a half we are going
to New York." Rose ginned. "Jack you are right. This is going to be
wonderful. We haven't really taken a vacation sense we got married. By the way,
how long are we going to be gone?" Rose asked.
"Well, it's about a week on the ship.
That's two weeks there and back. Plus the few days there and back on the train.
That's about three weeks. Then I have to be at the exhibit three days in all.
Maybe be could take the next three weeks after the exhibit and explore Paris
and the French countryside." Jack suggested with a smiled. Rose pretended
to give it some thought.
"Well, I guess that will have to
do," Rose said teasingly. "No, really Jack. It sounds like heaven.
Especially the three weeks we are not on a ship." Jack threw his head back
and laughed, pulling Rose closer in his arms. She suddenly pulled her head up
and said, "We have to tell Dianna, and Bryan, and Jennifer, and…"
Jack started laughing.
"First of all, the Langstons already
know. Scott was involved in all this. Second, the Fosters are gone right now.
Remember, they took little Meaghan up to Yakima to see Dianna's parents."
He explained, referring to the Fosters who had taken their six-month-old
daughter up to Washington to see Dianna's parents who they hadn't see in a few
years.
Rose scowled, "Oh, that's right. I had
forgotten. Now who I am going to brag too?" Jack laughed again.
"Rose, Rose, Rose."
"What, what, what?" Rose said
playfully. Then both of them started laughing and Jack picked Rose up once
again and spun her around and around. Rose put her arms out and arched her
back. It felt so good to be wild and free again. She felt, for the umpteenth
time when she as with Jack, like she was flying. When Jack finally did put her
down, Rose stumbled lazily to the couch. She flopped down and pulled Jack with
her.
"Jack, this is going to be
wonderful," Rose whispered, her face only inches away from Jacks. Jack
nodded and pressed his lips to hers.
"You and me in Paris. Wow, this is going
to be scary." Jack teased. Rose laughed and replied, "Only when we
are alone in the hotel Mr. Dawson." Jack laughed and once again, picked
Rose up and spun her around.
Jack laid in bed watching Rose sleep
peacefully and wished he could do the same. But something was bugging him way
too much to sleep. As he watched the slow breathing of Rose, he though about
Paris. And the ship they were going on. Jack was excited and happy that he and
Rose were going to Paris. But deep down, he was afraid to set foot on another
boat. For no reason he and Rose still had nightmares about Titanic, and if they
got nightmares for no reason, what would happen when they set foot on another
boat? Oh, sure he knew that they had laws now saying you had to have more then
enough life boats. And it was also the middle of summer. Not as many icebergs
would be around. And they were even travailing farther south then the Titanic
route. But Jack's mind was still going over the 'what ifs'. What if you die
somehow, Rose would be devastated. What if something happens to Rose? How would
I live? What if the ship sinks and we're okay, but Rose will be afraid of boats
to ever set foot on any other one again. Even if it's not on the ocean. Then he
thought of something else, 'What if you actually have fun? And a good time?
What if you have the most unbelievable, wonderful, passionate, exciting, and
overall best vacation you ever had?' Jack looked down at the sleeping Rose. Her
hair was falling around her face, her skin was pale, and she had a small soft
smile on her face. The moonlight was spilling through the widows and was giving
Rose a spellbinding look. Jack closed his eyes and snuggled down closer to
Rose. She stirred and laid her head on his chest and wrapped her arms around
him. Jack smiled and wrapped his arms closer around her.
"Jack?" Rose asked in a muffled
whisper.
"Yeah," Jack whispered back.
"Why are you still up?" Rose asked
bring her head up and looking at him sleepily.
"Nothing, just thinking. Go back to
sleep. I'll see you in the morning sweetheart," Jack whispered kissing her
forehead. Rose smiled and laid her head back down on his chest. Jack pulled her
closer and closed his own eyes. 'Forget the bad things Dawson." Jack told
himself. 'You and Rose are going to have the best vacation in your lives.' He
unconsciously nodded his head and fell into a deep sleep with dreams of him and
Rose in Paris.