Rose's Point of View.
I started to come around from a very deep sleep. My dreams were starting to fade but a little of them were bleeding through into my reality. I smiled and reached out to hold Jackson and deepen the kiss we were in the middle of. But my fingers curled around something cold and hard. Feeling confused, I let my eyelids flutter open only to see that I had wrapped my hand around the metal bar of a hospital bed. My smile left my face.
It had been such a lovely dream that I closed my eyes and desperately tried to get back to it. I reminded myself of pieces of images that had flashed through my mind. A man was waiting for me at an altar, his back to me, as I made my way down the aisle. The feel of cool lips on my forehead as I cradled a baby in my arms, cocktails on
