THERE YOU’LL BE
Chapter Nine

The world was white and icy. Snow was falling everywhere. It was Christmas Day 1912 and festive spirit was upon everyone.

Work and care had been universally thrown to one side and all that mattered now was family. Christmas carols were trolled in every street, masquerades and plays took possession of houses and churches indifferently.

At the Dawson house it was no different. The tree was decorated beautifully with baubles and tinsel. Candles and the orange glow from the fire lit the house and kept it warm. Branches of ivy and holly was scattered around and a musical box from the mantelpiece played Holly, Holly, O! in perfect tune.

Two stockings hung from either side of the fireplace, each filled with presents to be opened on Christmas morning.

On the streets of New York, carol singers knocked on doors and sang to give good will and peace to neighbors over the holiday season.

On Christmas morning, the community gathered in church to join the early morning service before they rushed home to their families to enjoy presents and a roast turkey dinner.

Newlyweds Jack and Rose Dawson were up at the crack of dawn on Christmas day. They enjoyed the church service and called in on their neighbors to wish them a happy Christmas before heading home to enjoy their own Christmas. This was their first holiday season together.

It had been a hard year, from the very start. To the day, nightmares still haunted them from the dreaded night they almost lost each other, they could still feel the chill, the moaning of the ship as she went down and the screams of over fifteen hundred people wanting help before slowly dying a dreadful death.

That night would most certainly haunt them until their deaths too.

The night of April fifteenth had rarely been spoken about between Jack and Rose, the pain had been almost unbearable. Nightmares would come flooding night after night. They hadn’t even made love since that night, Rose always flinching and pushing Jack away when he had tried to soothe her. Gradually and bit by bit, time had begun to slightly heal their pain. Things had began to piece together, and they had even found they can enjoy life again.

Neither had expected to live the life they were living. But they always said who knows what’s around the corner?

After lighting the Christmas candles on the tree. Jack and Rose began to exchange gifts.

Sitting beside the tree, Jack dressed in his Sunday best, handed Rose a small package. Giving him a gleeful grin, she slowly began to unwrap the gift. She loved this part. Inside was an apron, a pincushion and a thimble. Rose squealed with delight. She had begun to sew over the past few months and complained bitterly about the fact she kept pricking herself with the needle.

He handed her another package, this time somewhat larger and harder. Looking at Jack’s face, she noticed his face was deadly serious.

"I wonder what’s in here." Rose teased, smiling.

"Open it" Jack nudged. Pulling back the wrapping paper, Rose came to find a black box. Opening the box slowly, she gasped in shock when she saw what was inside.

A very small gold sapphire and diamond pendant, just like her engagement ring.

"Wow" Rose gasped, smiling. She began to touch it delicately, afraid she would break it if she touched it.

"Its not much…" Jack started. Proceeding to take it from its box and position it around her neck so she could admire it in the mirror. "But I just want you to know how much you mean to me. I don’t want to buy you. Its just something I thought would bring out the color of your eyes."

"I honestly don’t know what to say, Jack." Rose admired it in the mirror around her neck, it certainly was beautiful and she knew in her heart that he didn’t want to buy her. It was just something inside her was telling her it wasn’t right. But it was a gift, from her husband on Christmas day.

"I know moneys tight, and things are hard especially with our baby on its way very soon. I just thought you deserved something special. I haven’t been around much during your pregnancy, I’ve been working hard. I know I have to support you and I will thoroughly forever its just I felt as thought I could have done more for you with how hard this year has been." Jack confessed. He sat on the sofa, and placed his head in his hands. Placing the necklace carefully back in its box, Rose eased herself beside her husband. Placing one hand on his shoulder, he raised his head.

"Darling, you’ve done more than enough for me. You’ve saved my life, you’ve taught me what its like to be free, to fly, to hold my head high and be proud. You taught me how to love and feel loved. You made me feel like I was the only person in the world. You make me feel special. You gave me our baby who’s going to love you just as much as I do." Feeling tears in his eyes, Jack began to speak but Rose hushed him by placing a finger on his lips.

"I don’t need a necklace to prove you love me. I have this." She indicated to her wedding ring. "This proves to the world and each other that we belong to each other forever."

Raising from the sofa, Jack walked to the window and looked out. There were children on the street, building snowmen, throwing snowballs and sledging.

Walking to the window to join her husband, Rose too saw the children and felt something stir inside her. She gently touched her husbands shoulder and he turned to face her. Her copper curls fell just below her shoulder and her eyes shone with tears of happiness.

"This time in a few years. We’ll be out there, on that street. Pulling out children on a sledge, helping them build snowmen and moaning at them to keep out of trouble." Rose smiled, looking back out of the window.

"We’ll save the necklace…For this daughter you’re so intent we’re having. So when she’s older. She can look at the necklace and see her daddy and just how much he loves her."

Jack placed his hands on his wife’s waist and pulled her close to him. Then his hands moved to her swollen middle where he felt his baby kick inside of its mother. He was dying to meet his child. They both were.

It was going to be a good new year, they could feel it.

"Merry Christmas darling." Jack spoke, no more than a whisper, before kissing his wife’s cheek and turning back outside the window and smiling contently.

Chapter Ten
Stories