STARTING ANEW
Chapter Fifty-Three
Jack awoke shivering, despite the fact that
the huge quilt was drawn up over Rose and himself.
“Fire in the stove must have gone out,” he
mumbled as his feet hit the cold floor.
He looked over at Rose. She was still
sleeping, but he could tell it was not a restful slumber. He thought he heard
her moan softly and her face grimaced slightly in pain. He stood up, careful
not to trip over Byron, who was sprawled out on the rug, snoring and galloping
in his sleep.
Jack just shook his head and smiled, “Wish I
could sleep that well."
By the time he put more coal on the stove,
bathed, shaved and dressed and headed downstairs to start breakfast, he could
hear Rose stirring up in their room. He glanced out of the window and could see
a dark sky in the west, over the mountaintops. Surely that was a sign of snow
today. He hoped that their baby would wait a few more days. If he needed the
doctor for Rose tonight or tomorrow, that weather could be a problem.
He had never said as much to Rose, but he was
worried about her having this baby. She was so big, and the baby’s movement had
slowed down considerably. From what he remembered overhearing at his mom’s tea
parties, that could be a sign that her time was near. She was in good health,
but still things could go wrong at the end. Anything could happen.
Just then Rose peeked her head into the
kitchen.
“I smelled the food, so Byron and I decided
to join you,” she said smiling.
She was so awkward now that she almost
waddled into the kitchen. Jack helped her get settled in the rocking chair by
the stove and then let Byron out in the yard. He brought Rose a cup of coffee
and a plate of toast.
“I’ll make you some eggs or waffles if you
want,” he offered.
“No, I really am not that hungry. I don’t
know where to put myself, Jack,” she said arching her back against the chair.
“My back hurts if I sit or stand too long. Sometimes I think I’ll be this way
forever.”
“The baby will come soon. You know what. And
sometimes, I’ve heard the first one can be late,” he said, as he crouched on
the floor next to her chair.
“Jack, I’m scared. It’s not moving so much.
Something must be wrong.”
“Don’t worry, Rose,” he encouraged, patting
her hand. “I’m sure everything will be over soon. It’ll be fine.” He wanted to
added the words, “I promise,” but he knew better after all they had been
through, that there were no guarantees in life.
“I hope so. I’ve never seen anyone as big as
I am.”
Byron was scratching on the back door wanting
to come in and at the same time, someone was knocking on the front door.
“I wonder who that could be?” asked Rose,
taking a nibble of her toast. “Mother doesn’t usually come to visit until after
lunch on Saturdays.”
“I’ll go see,” said Jack, opening the door
for the dog. “Come on, Byron.”
Jack headed down the hall with Byron happily
shaking the snow off as he went. Jack opened the front door and there stood
Ruth, bundled from head to toe in her coat and several scarves. He was
surprised to see her so early.
“Good morning, Ruth,” he said, holding the
door open for her.
Ruth cast a wary gaze at Byron.
“Is that monster going to let me in?” she
asked, somewhat jokingly.
“Well, Byron is a bit protective of Rose
these days. Just come in and let me take your coat. You’re early today.”
Ruth started taking off her outer clothes.
While she did, said that she had come early because of the weather.
“I just thought that if I wanted to visit
today, I better do it early. How is Rose?” she asked, with concern in her
voice.
“About the same,” answered Jack, as he hung
Ruth’s coat on the hall tree. “Though I thought I heard her moaning in her
sleep. To tell the truth Ruth, if something were to happen today, I am just as
glad you are here early,” he replied quite sincerely.
Ruth looked up at her son-in-law. They had
developed a truce of sorts in the last months. At least she now understood why
she had so disliked him at first, through no fault of Jack’s. He seemed to
tolerate her still too frequent caustic remarks (something she was working on)
and he treated her with the utmost respect. She had to admit that he took care
of Rose like a queen.
“Come on, Ruth, Rose is in the kitchen. Say
have you heard from Molly lately?” he asked. “We haven’t seen her more than
once or twice since May.”
“I just got a letter from her,” she told him.
“She is in Russia now, and then she said something about India. Her experience
on the Titanic, didn’t seem to damper her enthusiasm for travel.”
“No, I guess not. Maybe sometime, we’ll go
someplace, but I don’t think that will be for a long while. I don’t know if
Rose will ever be able to get on a boat again,” he said truthfully. “I’m not
ready either to be honest.”
“Yes,” agreed Ruth. “It changed us all,
didn’t it Jack?”
He gave he a quick smile and nodded his head.
They reached the kitchen and Ruth went
directly to Rose who was still in the rocking chair.
“Good morning, dear,” she said, reaching down
and giving Rose a hug.
“Mother, you’re early,” Rose said, surprised
at her mother’s early arrival.
“Yes, I saw the storm coming, and I was
afraid I would miss my visit,” replied Ruth, accepting a cup of hot coffee from
Jack.
“I’m glad you’re here, Mother. I really mean
that,” said Rose sincerely.
Ruth’s eyes misted over slightly. Some of her
new friends in Denver had told her that things with Rose would improve if she
just gave it time. And now it seems that her patience had been rewarded. After
all her failures in life, she wanted so desperately to succeed at something.
Jack watched their interaction from the
corner of the room. He liked Ruth and he was trying hard to overlook the
sarcastic comments that she still made from time to time. One day when she
really loosened up, she might be a lot of fun. Jack looked at Rose as she conversed
with her mother. She was trying to appear normal, but something was distracting
her. Then he glanced out windows. Since he had let Ruth in, the storm had
progressed. Huge flakes were coming down and the wind had picked up. It looked
like they were in for a heavy snow.
“I sure hope nothing happens with Rose
today,” he mumbled to himself.
“Jack, Mother, I think I want to go up and
lay down,” said Rose with a nervous tone to her voice.
Jack came over to help her stand. As she got
up, Rose gasped. Jack felt his foot slide on the floor. He looked down at the
puddle on the floor, then at Ruth and Rose. He took one more look at the storm
that was rapidly developing. He knew that before it passed and the day was
over, he and Rose would be parents.