TITANIC - Jack And Rose, Both Are Alive!

Chapter 21

by Cecelia Dowdy - visit titanicfanfiction dotcom

This story was based upon characters created by James Cameron! Please read and review!

Chapter 21

"Oh, Jack, I'm having the time of my life!"

Jack grinned, squeezing Rose's soft hands. "I'm glad you're having a good time!" Still clutching her hands, he turned toward the small band of musicians. "Hey could you speed up the music?"

Soon, the small band began playing a fast-paced jig and Jack whooped and hollered. A small, dark-skinned, gray-haired man strummed the lute, the magical notes filling the hot humid air. A violinist eased his bow across the strings, keeping rhythm with the clarinet, flute, and trumpet players.

Their hands still joined, Jack and Rose turned round and round in a circle. Their wedding guests clapped, stomped and swayed to the music. Rose grinned while they spun, round and round, he never took his eyes away from her amazing face. The massive trees in the secluded woods provided some protection against the scorching hot sun. Rose's cheeks flushed, and he wasn't sure if it was the heat or the wedding excitement that caused her to blush. "Oh, Jack," she breathed while they spun. "I have to stop. I'm out of breath."

They crashed to a halt, and Jack's body still felt like it was spinning. He looked up at the canopy of brilliant green leaves and it appeared that the tree was still spinning.

"Hey, you two!" Thelma spoke, holding a huge blanket in her arms, Paul coming up behind her. "You two need to sit down and rest for a while on this blanket. We do have a few chairs but the elderly people are using those. Also, we don't want Rose to get any dirt on her borrowed dress."

Grateful, Rose and Jack fell onto the blanket, out of breath. Paul shook Jack's hand. "Congratulations. She's wonderful, Jack."

Jack grinned. "Thanks, Paul." Paul presented them with two ice-cold bottles of Coca-Cola. "We placed some bottles of soda in a secluded place in the river to keep cold. Drink up. We'll have the food ready in a minute."

Rose's beautiful green eyes widened with delight. "You mean there's food, too?"

Paul nodded, grinning. "Yes. We have a whole feast prepared. So you two just sit back and relax and enjoy yourselves. Thelma and I will bring your plates in a minute."

Using Paul's bottle opener, Jack popped the tops off their sodas and presented Rose with her beverage. He tipped the glass bottle back and drank, enjoying the cold, sweet fizz that traveled down his parched throat. Rose guzzled her drink, watching their wedding guests having a good time. "Oh, Jack. I still can't believe we're married!"

He took her hand, toying with her fingers. "Well, I can believe it. You're stuck with me, now." He leaned his head toward hers, kissing her soft, ruby-red lips. He then brushed his fingers over her fiery red hair, frowning.

"Jack, what's wrong? It's our wedding day and it's not the time to be worried about something."

Jack blinked, looking around the forest. Although the band still played, many of the guests had stopped dancing, probably tired from all of the movement. A light breeze blew, rustling the leaves on the large oak trees. He took a deep breath, tilted his head toward the sky, enjoying the light wind. Visions of Rose whimpering and crying invaded his mind and he gasped, his heart skipping a beat.

Rose dropped her empty soda bottle onto the ground, grabbing his hand. "Jack, what's wrong? You look like you've just seen a ghost."

Rose's mouth drooped with worry - there was no way he could share his vision with her. Was it possible he was still paranoid because of all they'd been through with the Titanic sinking? Could he be imagining things? Maybe he was so happy today that it was hard for him to accept the Lord's blessing of a wonderful wife, a baby, as well as the most wonderful church family he'd ever had in his life.