From The Journals of Katherine Plumber

February 20th, 1900: Part I

(Currently geeking out at intermission at the Disney Princess Concert. LITERALLY JEREMY JORDAN'S MUSIC DIRECTOR FROM HIS TOUR IS HERE. It's also been a day so maybe a forked up life chapter coming soon.)

"Father, I do not see why Edith cannot come and help me pack." I said, getting my things and putting them in my bag that laid on the bed.

I had on my purple skirt and white blouse with purple and blue flowers on it. I brought the outfit together with my blue belt and blue bow around my neck, it's the outfit I wore after the strike ended. Why such a nice outfit? I am going home! After a week in the hospital again, I am going home. But, I'm still leaving Jack here.

He hasn't woken up. In a week, it'll be a month since he was admitted. They don't see much hope anymore and he gets weaker everyday. They... They want to give up on him. They want me to decide, seeing how I was- am. How I am his girlfriend. I can't do it. I can't decide if I should keep him alive and hope and pray every day he'll wake up, or let him die. What if he's in pain right now? Can he feel? I don't want him in pain, so I would end it. But, I can't do that. If I am going to be selfish it's going to be now. I need him.

"Because, darling, the hospital is no place for a young girl." Father said, helping me with all the flowers from the Reids, Bill, Lilianna and Claira.

Father has been... Well, like a father. He hasn't left my side and has been checking on Jack when I couldn't. I hate the fact that being sick or injured is what it takes for him to be there. It's an awful thing to say, but I wish I was like this all the time so he would actually care.

"I'm here." I said, closing my bag.

"You were a patient. You're not anymore so I would hope that bag is packed." He said, turning to me.

I sighed softly and turned to face him, bag in hand, "This good enough?"

"Perfect, my dear. I suppose you are ready to go home?" He asked, coming over to link my arm with his.

"Very much so." I said, taking his arm.

He smiled and nodded, kissing my cheek. He helped me put my purse around my wrist and then handed me my parasol. I like having my Father be like my father again, but I am not a fan of his expectations for how I should dress, speak and act. He made me refer to the fellas as gentlemen the other day. They are definitely not gentle and they are most certainly not men yet. And now, I am wearing a bustle in a skirt I normally wear without one.

I suppose there are prices I must pay to have my Father back, no matter how girly they are. As we left the room and walked down the hall, I heard a familiar voice come from a room. I looked towards the room and realized it was Jack's, without any hesitation I dropped everything and ran over to look in. Only, when I did, it was to my shock to see Davey there with Sara there. I stepped in, "Davey?" I asked in somewhat shock, considering I haven't seen him or any of the fellas in nearly a month.

Davey turned to me and a wild smile broke out on his face before he ran to me, engulfing me in a big, tight hug. As he held me close, I cried softly at the familiar feeling of his arms. I looked over his shoulder and saw Sara, waving her into the hug. She smiled wide and ran over, joining us. Just as we were feeling at home with each other, my Father walked in and cleared his throat. I sighed softly and pulled away to face him, "Father, let me formally introduce you to my friends; Mr. David Jacobs and Ms. Sara Parker." I smiled softly as Davey held out his hand.

However, Father merely nodded, "Mr. Jacobs. Mrs. Parker." He said.

"Ms. Parker." Sara corrected him. Wow. She's got guts.

"Sorry, Ms. Parker, I just assumed..." Father trailed off, looking at her stomach which was now showing a small bump through her tight uniform.

Sara nodded, "I can understand your confusion, Mr. Pulitzer. Sorry if I am not married. Sorry if I do not match your perfect society. But, as you see, love will do what it does." She spat before walking out, leaving all of us speechless.