JACK AND ROSE: TOGETHER FOREVER
Chapter Forty-Six

August 14, 1914
Somewhere in the Middle of the Atlantic Ocean

Rose groaned as she tried to put her hair half up and half down in front of a mirror. She was already tried and stressed enough, and this was going to be the last straw in a minute. She set the rubber band down and took a deep breath.

"I swear, I am going crazy," she mumbled flopping down on the bed. Rose sighed as she looked up at the ceiling; she couldn't wait to get home. She wanted to get off this ship too. It was making her already sometimes-queasy stomach worse at times. She hadn't gotten sick yet, but there had been times where she felt like she was going to. And since she had never been queasy on ships before, she assumed this was all part of her suspicions. And on top off all that, Rose was trying to hide all this from Jack until she knew for sure and he was not making it easy. He'd always ask if she was okay whenever he saw her looking pale. Or if she was up at night, going over things in her mind, he'd ask her what she was thinking about. Rose knew he was just being compassionate and caring. And Rose knew he was just trying to make sure she was okay. But for some reason, the last couple of times he had asked, Rose had found herself getting slightly mad. She had even snapped a "No, I am just fine thank you. You're driving me crazy, do you always have to ask that?" to him last night. The moment the words were out of her mouth, Rose had regretted them. Jack had looked so hurt and confused and Rose felt really badly afterwards. She and Jack had never fought, or even snapped at one another. It seamed like half the time they knew what the other was thinking. The would finish each other's sentences, understand what the other was trying to say, and almost always agreed. And even if they didn't agree, they never fought about it. Even when they teased and poked fun at one another, they knew it was just in fun. And although, Rose had to admit, she got frustrated with Jack once and a while, she never got mad. But last night, something had happened and Rose had just lashed out. Things hadn't been the same since then. They had just keep quiet, occasionally murmuring something or saying something. But they hadn't really talked since then. And to make matters worse, Jack was out right now. Rose had been washing up for dinner and had come out of the bathroom to find a note form Jack on the bed saying that he gone out for a walk and that he would be back in time for dinner.

Rose had been hoping to mend things before they left for dinner, but there was no hope now. She wondered how Jack felt.

"Probably awful," she mused.

"Probably thinks that it's his fault. God, I feel so bad." Rose heard and knock on the door and thinking it was Jack coming back and forgetting his key, she got up to answer it. But it wasn't Jack; it was their steward James. While James wasn't exactly as annoying as Brett had been, he was still checking up on them way too much.

"Yes James," Rose said sighing.

"Dinner is being served Miss," James explained. Rose's heart sank and her eyes filled with tears. Jack wasn't back yet and was probably going to miss dinner. "Something wrong Miss?" James asked seeing her tears.

"No, no, just something in my eye. Thank you James," Rose whispered before closing the door. The moment the door was shut, she sank to the floor. Was Jack really that mad at her?

"Oh God Jack, I am so sorry," she whispered closing her eyes and trying to think of what to do.

"Might as well go and see if he's there. I need to apologize and quick." Sighing, she pulled herself and walked back to the mirror that was hanging over the vanity in their first-class room aboard the Mauritania. Rose had laughed when she had heard that that was ship they were going on. And when Jack had asked why, she had told him about her remark when she had first seen the Titanic. Jack, had too, smiled and laughed with her. She had sailed on it once, coming home from boarding school for the last time when she had been sixteen. But now the only joy in sailing on a ship had been dimmed with last night's remarks. Rose looked in the mirror and tired to smile. But even with her wide smile her eyes were still filled with sadness and uncertainty. Giving up trying to look happy, she grabbed the rubber band again and ran her brush through her hair. This time, her hair went up perfectly the first time.

"Figures," Rose thought as she smoothed her navy blue dress. Grabbing a shawl, she checked herself in the mirror one last time. Rose ran her hand over her stomach and studied herself in the mirror. She didn't look pregnant. But Rose knew these things took time. If she was even pregnant in the first place. Sighing, she dragged herself away from the mirror and left the room. Rose stepped into the dinning room and looked around. Jack wasn't anywhere. She sighed and tears filled her eyes. Suddenly, she spotted James in the crowd of people. She caught his eye motioned for him to come over.

"Do you know where Jack is?" she asked him once he came over.

"Ah, I saw him right before I came to your cabin miss. He was out on the boat deck. Walking towards the bow. My guess is, that's where is now," James said trying to be cheerful. "Do you need anything Miss?"

Rose shook her head, trying to figure out why Jack had gone up there.

"No, I am fine. Thank you."

"Alright, I'll be checking in later," James said walking off. Rose bit her lip and then suddenly gasped. She turned around quickly and hurried off to find Jack.

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Jack was indeed at the bow, and had been for the last fifteen minutes. He knew he should be getting back, but something was keeping him here. Something was going on with Rose, and he knew it. She usually wasn't this moody, and hardly ever snapped at people. Plus, there were all her headaches. Jack sighed, he wished she would tell he what was going. The best idea he could come up with was that she was going through her "once a month stuff" as he called it. But then again, she had never acted this way before. "Maybe she just is really worn out and tried," he thought. He had forgiven her, but she did not know that yet. Maybe she really was mad at him for some reason. Jack looked out at the ocean. The sun was just begging to set and causing the sky to turn into a collage of purple, blue, orange, and pink. It reminded him of sunset on Titanic when he and Rose had first kissed. Oh how he wished everything was back to normal with them. He missed her.

"Hello Jack," a voice behind him said. He turned and saw Rose standing there. A soft smile on her face. Ironically, she was dressed similar to when he took her flying. Rose had a beautiful navy blue-purplish dress that accented her eyes, a shawl around her shoulders, and her hair half up and half down. Jack knew now, that she wasn't mad at him. She would have never had tried to find him if she was.

"I'm sorry," she said starting to walk forward. "I don't know what came over me, I guess I was just tried and I didn't mean--"

"Shh," Jack whispered smiling at her. "Give me your hand."

Rose smiled back at Jack. He wasn't mad at her at all. Everything was going to be okay. With only those few words everything was forgiven. Rose held out her hand to Jack and she felt his hand slip into hers. Her heart felt like it was going to explode as he kept her eyes locked on Jacks. He looked like he had that night on Titanic with his hair hanging in his face, his simple clothes on, a big black coat around his shoulders, and that spark in his eyes that Rose had not seen in almost twenty-four hours. She watched as he drew her to him.

"Now, close your eyes," he said. "Go on, close them."

Rose smiled and closed her eyes, letting Jack be her guide.

"Now, step up," he said helping her up. "Hold on. Keep your eyes closed, don't peak."

"I'm not," Rose whispered.

Jack smiled, "Now step up onto the rail. Hold on, hold on Rose. Do you trust me?" Jack asked as Rose giggled a little.

"I trust you," Rose said sincerely. Jack stepped up on the rail behind Rose and spread her arms out like she was flying. Then he put his hands on her waist and leaned in close to her.

"Alright, open your eyes," he whispered.

Rose opened her eyes and gasped. It was just like she was flying again.

"I'm flying, Jack!" Rose said excitedly and Jack smiled. They stood there for a few minuets, letting the wind blow through their hair and over their bodies, before Jack brought his hands up to Rose's and started caressing through them. Rose smiled and caressed her own hands over Jack's, savoring every moment with him. She forgot about last night, about all her suspicions, even that they were even on a ship. She felt like she was really flying, high above the water, with Jack right beside her.

"Come Josephine, in my flying machine, going up she goes, up she goes," he sang in her ear, sending shivers through Rose's body. Jack leaned in closer to her, letting her send wash over her. Suddenly, he brought Rose's arms to her waist with his own hands over hers. Rose took the hint and turned her head, meeting Jack's mouth with her own. They kissed slowly at first, as if it was their first kiss all over again, but slowly built into a passionate and meaningful kiss that carried them higher then the sky.

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Rose and Jack entered their cabin, still giddy from their kiss on the bow. Rose giggled as she flopped down onto the couch.

"We missed dinner," she laughed, as if it were the funniest thing she had ever heard. Jack laughed with her and flopped down in the nearest chair.

"Do you want me to get you something to eat?" he asked.

Rose laughed again, "No, I'm not really hungry."

"Me either," Jack whispered getting up and coming over to her. Rose pulled her feet off one end of the couch so Jack could sit down. He did sit down and then pulled Rose's feet into his lap. Taking her shoes and socks off, he gently rubbed her feet. Rose closed her eyes and moaned.

"Mmm, thank you Jack," she whispered.

"Rose?" Jack asked.

"Hmmm?" Rose responded, her eyes still closed.

"I'm sorry for--"

"Jack, don't," Rose said bringing her head up. "It was my fault and I was tired. And you were right; I wasn't feeling that well. But I don't want to talk about it anymore, we've had a perfect evening."

Jack smiled, "You're right. I'll forget about it."

Rose smiled back and then turned her body around so that her head was now in Jack's lap and her feet were at the opposite end of the couch. Jack took her hair out of its half ponytail and started running his fingers through it. Rose closed her eyes again and smiled.

"How long until we get to New York?" she asked.

"Hmmm, I don't know. Probably a few days," Jack whispered. He saw Rose nod, her eyes still closed. Jack smiled and looked out the little window in their sitting room. A full moon was out, lighting up the water like a giant spotlight.

"Hay Rose," Jack whispered.

Rose opened her eyes and looked at Jack. "Yes?"

Jack brought pulled her up and pointed outside, "Look! Isn't it beautiful."

Rose nodded, "It is beautiful Jack. Just like you."

"Hay," Jack said getting up and turning off the light, "come here."

Rose got up and fell into Jack's arms. He started moving them around in the moonlight. Rose rested her chin on Jack's shoulder and smiled. Jack started to sing to her their song. Rose closed her eyes and let Jack take over her.

"Going up she goes, up she goes," he sang softly in her ear. Rose sighed happily and wrapped her arms tighter around Jack.

"Up, up, a little bit higher. Oh my, the moon is on fire," Jack sang. Rose giggled as he kissed right under her ear. After the song was over, Jack started humming something she didn't know.

"That's pretty," Rose commented. "What is it?"

Jack stopped humming and looked into her eyes while they moved around.

"It's an Old Irish love song, called The Sally Gardens. My dad used to sing it to my mom when they thought I wasn't looking. There's lyrics, but I can't remember them."

Rose smiled, "Its beautiful. Please, don't stop singing it."

Jack smiled and started humming again. Rose set her chin back on his shoulder and listened to Jack's voice. She began to forget about all her worries and suspicions. All that was in her mind was Jack. A few minutes later Jack stopped humming and moving. The next thing Rose knew was that she was in her bedroom, lying on the bed, with Jack beside her. The moonlight reflected off the water and into the room, causing Jack's face to be lit up.

"Hi," Jack whispered.

Rose giggled and smiled, "Hi."

Jack smiled at her and then began to kiss all over her face.

"Jack?" Rose asked.

"Hmmm," Jack mumbled.

"I love you," Rose whispered. "Don't ever forget that."

Jack brought his head up and looked into her shinning eyes.

"I love you too," he whispered.

Rose smiled, "I know Jack, I know."

Jack smiled before kissing her eyes, her nose, and then her mouth. Rose deepened the kiss, allowing Jack to take her far away. Higher and higher until the heavens were far below them.

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