LOVE IS MORE THAN A FEELING
Chapter Thirteen
"It feels so good to be
home!" Rose said as she and Jack entered their apartment.
Rose paused. "Jack, did you do
that?"
"Yep. I wanted to surprise you,"
Jack replied.
"It's so beautiful..." Rose said as
she looked at the Christmas tree again in awe.
It was December 20, 1912, and this was Rose's
first time home in a long time.
"So, I guess you're full of Christmas
cheer?" Rose asked.
Jack smiled and nodded.
"I'm gonna go cook you some lunch. All
right?" Jack asked. "You just lay down on the couch and relax."
Rose nodded, went over onto the couch, and
stretched out after taking off her shoes.
When Jack was done cooking lunch, he brought
it into the parlor for himself and Rose to eat.
"That smells good, Jack," Rose
said.
"Thanks. I made your favorite. Chicken noodle
soup."
Rose smiled as she took it and started to
eat.
"Rose, we need to talk about Cal."
Rose looked worried. "Why?"
"Well, they want you to testify against
him at his trial, since you were the one who was shot."
"Oh, no, Jack. I can't...I never want to
see that man again!"
"Okay, Rose. Whatever you want. But you
have to understand, if you're there, there is a better chance of him being put
into jail where he belongs," Jack finished.
Rose paused. "Jack...I want to go. If
that's what it takes to get rid of Caledon Hockley, I'll do it."
Jack kissed his wife. "And I'll be there
for you."
"Thanks, Jack," Rose said as she
went back to her soup.
When they were finished, Jack took Rose over
to the tree and showed her all of the ornaments.
"Jack, you did a beautiful job on this
tree..." Rose said.
"Thank you."
"Jack, what do you want to do?"
"What do you wanna do?" Jack asked
back.
"I was thinking...do you think it's time
to go back to the stars?"
"Rose, I though you'd never ask,"
Jack said as he carried her to their bedroom.