Rose's Point of view
Jackson and I spent the rest of my birthday in the guest room, in bed. I just wanted to show him how much his gifts meant to me and how much I loved him.
"I just can't believe what you've given me today." I told him for what must have been the thousandth time, "My education and my own home."
I had my sketch book on my knees and a pencil in my hand but the page was still blank. I had no idea where to start. Well, that wasn't strictly true - I wanted to start with a nursery, but I wasn't sure we were ready for those sorts of conversations yet.
We were interrupted by someone knocking on the door. Well, it was more like someone trying to knock the door down.
"Alright, alright, I'm on my way", Jackson muttered. He grabbed a towel from the bathroom and slung it
