A New Beginning

Chapter 32: Reunion

Chapter 32: Reunion

Peter can't believe his eyes. He came into the office that morning with the help of Carl. He expected to be greeted by solemn faces, perhaps a few tears and questions. Questions about where he's been, if Sybil is alright, when was Emma lost, what was life like aboard the ship, how did he escape while so many others perished, how many people survived?

Instead, he found a bustling office, busy and full of happy people. He never expected to be greeted by Mr. Jamieson with a hug.

"Welcome back son,"

"T-thank you?" Peter says in confusion.

"We're glad to see you alive, please tell me, is little Sybil alright?"

"Yes...yes she is... She's staying with my sister and her husband."

"What happened to your leg?"

"I was shot aboard the ship..."

"My goodness!"

"I'm okay and I'm healing, but it's been slow"

"We're glad to have you back,"

"How are things going here?" Peter asks, limping along with his crutch.

"Very well, we're expecting a few more case files in the next little while, perhaps even some from survivors for damages against the White Star Line!"

As Mr. Jamieson goes on and on. Peter is confused by the mood, he'd think there would be some respect for Emma's memory and the one's from Titanic, many people lost loved ones including himself. Instead, everyone is acting like the king is coming to town or America just won gold in the Olympics. His world has been nothing, but misery since he lost Emma and yet the business couldn't be doing better. It's as if they are benefiting from such a horrible tragedy.

He interrupts Mr. Jamieson's speech.

"I don't know if you know, but...Emma and I got married on the ship, the only problem is there is no documentation of it and all the witnesses are most likely dead, so there is no way for me to inherit the company, so everything goes to Sybil. I'm sorry..."

"What do you mean son?" Mr. Jamieson frowns.

Both of them make it towards Mr. Carson's old office.

"You do know that Emma..."

The door opens and the words stop in Peter's throat.

Peter's heart drops and he almost falls over in shock. Standing in front of him is his wife, very much alive. She looks just as beautiful as when he first saw her, two years ago. Her hair is pulled up to keep it out of her eyes and she is picking up something from the floor of the office.

He finally manages to choke out a few words.

"Oh, my Gawd...Emma?!"

Emma turns, her heart also drops and tears flood her eyes.

"Peter!"

She rushes towards Peter and embraces him with both her arms, not caring about the pain she might experience, so hard that they both topple over onto the floor. Tears are now pouring down her face. She gasps, she can barely talk, she just pulls him forward and kisses him. Peter doesn't hesitate to kiss her back, he squeezes her hard, thinking she might be a figment of his imagination and she will vanish if he lets go.

When they break apart from the kiss.

"Emma..." Peter says exasperatedly. "Are you really here?"

"I'm here," she says through the tears. "And I'm not going anywhere, not ever again."

"How... How...you're...you're...?"