UNTIL I FOUND YOU
Chapter Ten

"Here you go, folks! Chippewa Falls! My home sweet home!" Gus announced as they pulled into town.

Rose gasped with delight. It was a quaint little town where Jack was from. Small stores and restaurants lined the streets. There was a park just in the center of town, and further down was the elementary school and the church.

"Wow. It feels good to be back." Jack sighed. "I never knew I missed it so much."

"So, you’re glad we came now?" Rose squeezed his hand.

"Yes. I’m very glad. Thank you, Rose, for insisting I take you here." Jack kissed her gently.

"Newlyweds, huh?" Gus turned around, noticing the display of affection.

"Got married three days ago, to be exact." Jack smiled.

"Well, congratulations. Young love. There’s nothing like it. When I first met my Imogene…that was the best day of my life. Then, when I married her…pure heaven…"

Rose had to smile. She found the old man incredibly sweet. "I felt that way when I met and married Jack." Rose sighed.

"Well, where do you want to go?"

"Mrs. Gladys’ boarding house." Jack grinned.

"Oh, I see you know your way around town here." Gus nodded, impressed. "You know, I’m afraid I didn’t catch your last name."

"Oh, I’m sorry. Dawson. Jack and Rose Dawson."

The carriage came to a halt, and Gus turned around to stare at Jack and Rose. "Jack Dawson? You mean, you’re Andy’s boy?"

Jack nodded.

"Why, look at you! You’re all grown up, and married, to boot! Wow, have I become old! You’re going to be a sight for sore eyes around here, boy!" Gus started the carriage going again. "A sight for sore eyes, indeed!"

"You must have many friends here, Jack." Rose looked at her husband in wonder. Jack only shrugged, like he didn’t know what she was talking about.

Five minutes later, they reached a tall Victorian house. Jack was the first out, and lifted Rose out of the carriage before gathering their belongings.

"Gladys will die when she sees you walking through the door. She still has that drawing you did of her hanging up above her desk. You are planning on staying, aren’t you, Jack?"

"For the time being, yes. Rose wants to settle down, and I think it’s time, as well." Jack smiled.

"Good. Good! Well, I’ll see you again! Possibly at the dance tomorrow night!" Gus waved, taking off back towards Eau Claire.

"He was friendly." Rose giggled.

"He was one of my father’s best friends." Jack squeezed her hand. "Come on, Rose. Let’s go get a room so we can get some real sleep." He led her into the house, where they found a middle-aged woman with rich chestnut hair and brown eyes.

"May I help you?" The woman didn’t look up from the book she was reading.

"Yes, ma’am. We’re here about a room," Jack answered.

The woman’s head shot up at the sound of a familiar voice. Her eyes widened with surprise and happiness to see Jack.

"Jack Dawson, there you are! Where have you been all this time? You have been sorely missed by this whole town!" The woman got up and pulled Jack into a tight embrace.

"Oh, I’ve been around the world and back." Jack laughed.

"And who is this young lady here?" The woman glanced at Rose and back at Jack.

"Mrs. Gladys, I’d like you to meet Rose Dawson. My wife." Jack squeezed Rose’s hand.

"Oh, my word, you’re married now. Oh, my. Your mother would have been so pleased…it’s so sad she didn’t live long enough to see you wed." Mrs. Gladys had tears in her eyes.

"I believe she was there in spirit, though,. Jack sighed. "Both of my parents were."

"Well, welcome home, Jack. What can I do for you?"

"I was wondering if you have an extra room available. It’s been a long three days, and both Rose and I could sleep for a week."

"Of course there’s room. Here’s a key. It’s the last room on the right." She handed Jack two sets of keys. "Take your belongings up there, then come back down and I’ll fix you two a big breakfast. You must be starving."

"Thank you, Mrs. Gladys." Jack grinned, leading Rose up to their room, leaving Mrs. Gladys downstairs to start their breakfast.

She was in the kitchen when she heard the front door open. "George, is that you in there?"

"Yes, Mrs. Gladys." George Dawson entered the house with a crate of milk. "Here’s the order you wanted."

"Have you and Priscilla found a place of your own yet?"

"No, we haven’t, Mrs. Gladys." George sighed. Ever since he moved into that house and his cousin left, it seemed that people had been hounding him more and more. Didn’t they get that the house was his as well as his cousin’s? Besides, Jack had left and hadn’t returned. For all he knew, Jack was dead, so the house was his anyway.

"Well, I suggest you start looking. Jack’s going to need that house."

"Well, we’ll let Jack decide what he needs when he does return." George sighed, leaving the boarding house.

"Was that voices down there?" Jack asked, leading Rose back downstairs.

"Oh, yes. Just the milk boy. Come, you two. Breakfast is on the stove."

*****

One hour later, Jack and Rose lay on the bed in each other’s arms, enjoying each other’s company. Rose sighed in contentment. She could lay here in her husband’s arms forever.

"So, when do we head for your parents’ house?" she asked.

"Later. I want to get some sleep first."

"Didn’t you sleep any last night?" Rose asked, confused.

Jack blushed. "I was too busy watching over you. I mean, Chippewa Falls is a peaceful town but riffraff do hang around the train stations, and I just wanted to make sure you remained safe."

"You are so sweet. I guess you’ll always be my guardian angel."

"Always." Jack smiled, tenderly kissing her before yawning. "I’d better get some sleep."

"Jack, one more thing…where will we be living? Your parents’ house?"

"Uh…if you don’t mind, I’d rather stay here. That house has too many memories, and I would rather not live there."

"If that’s what you want." Rose snuggled closer to her husband. "Just know that I’m here for you if you need to talk or anything."

"Thank you, Rose. But I promised you I’d take you there, and I will. I promise."

"All right. Now, get some sleep so we can take a tour of the town." Rose smiled, drifting off to sleep herself.

Chapter Eleven
Stories