UNTIL I FOUND YOU
Chapter Six

The next two hours weren’t very fun for Jack. Molly and Rose dragged him to every department store in New York City, shopping for both himself and Rose. Jack had properly refurbished his wardrobe and even went out to buy a couple of suits, not only for his wedding, but for any other function that might come up. Rose took far longer to shop for. She had bought a number of simple dresses, ranging in color from lavender to white, and matching accessories. She had bought herself a makeup kit and some hats. Both she and Jack had gone off by themselves to buy their wedding gifts. Finally, they were done, and were sitting down to dinner.

"So, you two, be up bright and early, because we need to run down to the justice of the peace. We want to get you two hitched as soon as possible." Molly wagged a finger.

"Amen to that." Jack smiled at his fiancée. "I can’t wait to see the look on everyone’s faces back home when they see Rose."

"Is that all I am to you, Jack?" Rose asked, half-teasing. "A trophy to sport around to your friends?"

"Of course not, sweetie. You’re the love of my life. I’m just saying, everyone’s going to want to know the beautiful lady I found."

"He’s a sweetheart, Rose. You better not let go of him." Molly laughed.

"So, tell me, Jack…how many girls am I going to have to beat off with a stick?" Rose giggled. "You must have been a heartbreaker in Chippewa Falls."

Jack shrugged. "As far as I could tell, every girl in town had a crush on my friend Matt. He was the real heartbreaker. He had the looks, the brains, the brawn. All I had was the artistic talent at the time. You can say I was a late bloomer."

"Well, then, I’m glad. That means I won’t have any old girlfriends to contend with." Rose laughed.

"Why, Rose, I didn’t know you were the jealous type." Molly chuckled.

"Neither did I before Jack came into my life. Now…I’d do anything to hang onto him."

"Well, you won’t have to try very hard. I’m going to make it very clear that my heart belongs to you only." Jack smiled and tenderly kissed her.

"How sweet," Molly cooed.

"Well, we’d better get to eating. I don’t know about you two, but I’m starved." Rose giggled, picking up the menu.

*****

Two hours later, Rose and Jack returned to their hotel room and began packing for their trip out of town the next day.

"Rose…do you plan on getting in contact with your mother after we’re married?" Jack asked, folding his jacket.

Rose looked at him and shook her head. "I never want to see that woman again, Jack."

"But she’s your mother, Rose. You can’t go through life never talking to her again. She thinks you’re dead…that must be pretty devastating for her."

"Well, she should have thought of that before she decided to sell me to Caledon Hockley. Perhaps Cal will take care of her…I don’t know, and I don’t care."

"I understand. But maybe someday, when you’re not feeling as hurt…maybe you’ll contact her to at least let her know that you’re alive, well, and happy."

Rose just shrugged. "Why are you bringing this up now?"

"Because I lost my mother when I needed her the most. I just don’t want to see you throw it all away like that. That’s all."

"Jack…your mother was probably loving, caring, and listened to you. She probably did things with you and was a real mother. Mine, on the other hand, totally ignored me when I was a child. It was my father who paid me the most attention. She would have nothing to do with me until I was thirteen years old, when she could try to groom me into another version of herself. Which, as you know, didn’t fully work. Ruth was never a real mother to me. She was a general, commanding me to do things her way. And now that I’m free of her…I don’t miss her at all."

Jack nodded in understanding. "I understand, Rose. And believe me, whatever you decide, I’ll stand behind you one hundred percent."

Rose smiled and went into his arms. "Thank you. Your support means everything to me."

Jack smiled and pulled her into a kiss that turned into another trip to the stars for the pair. Their last night in New York was definitely a memorable one.

Chapter Seven
Stories