Titanic - The story of Thomas and Eleanor Andrews

Chapter seven

April 12th 1912

The next day came quickly. As I stood before the mirror in our bedroom on the Titanic, carefully selecting the perfect accessories to complement my dress, I heard a gentle knock on the door. I turned, expecting to see Elizabeth, our maid, but to my surprise, it was Thomas with a charming grin on his face.
"May I come in, my dear?" he asked, his eyes gleaming with affection.
"Of course," I replied, my heart fluttering at the sight of him. "What brings you here?"
He stepped into the room, closing the door behind him. "I couldn't resist stealing a moment with you," he said, approaching me with a glint of mischief in his eyes. "You look stunning, by the way."
I blushed at the compliment, grateful for his loving gaze. "Thank you, Thomas. You're always so kind."

He gently cupped my cheek, his touch sending a warm shiver through me. "It's my pleasure, Eleanor. You deserve all the compliments in the world."
I couldn't help but smile, feeling a surge of affection for this man who always knew how to make me feel cherished. "You have a way with words," I said playfully. "It's a good thing you're an architect, not a poet, or you might have stolen the hearts of all the ladies."
He chuckled, drawing me closer into his arms. "There's only one heart I'm interested in, and it's right here," he whispered, his voice low and intimate.

As he pressed a tender kiss to my lips, I felt the world around us fade away, leaving only the two of us in our own little cocoon of love. In that moment, I knew that no matter where we were—whether on the Titanic or in the vast expanse of life—Thomas would always find a way to fill my heart with warmth and joy.
With a playful twinkle in his eye, he said, "As much as I would love to stay and admire your beauty all day, we have a ship to explore and adventures to embark upon."

I chuckled, giving him a playful swat on the arm. "Alright, Mr. Andrews, let's go make some memories."
Hand in hand, we left our stateroom, ready to embrace the day's adventures together.

The sun had just begun its descent, casting a warm, golden glow over the deck of the Titanic. It was the perfect moment to capture a memory on paper, and I couldn't resist the urge to sketch.

Sitting comfortably on a deck chair, I looked across at Thomas, who was engrossed in conversation with a group of passengers. He was animated, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm as he spoke about the intricacies of the ship's design. It was in moments like these that I admired him most—the way he was so passionate about his work, yet always made time for those around him.

With a smile, I began to sketch, my pencil tracing the lines of his face—the strong jawline, the gentle curve of his lips, the expressive eyes that seemed to hold the entire world within them. Each stroke of the pencil was a reflection of the love and admiration I felt for this man who had become my everything.
As I continued to draw, I couldn't help but steal glances at him, my heart warming at the sight of the man I had fallen in love with. The gentle breeze played with his hair, adding a touch of softness to his features. It was a scene of perfect serenity, and I was grateful for the chance to capture it on paper.

Before long, Thomas excused himself from the conversation, and his eyes found mine as he made his way over to where I was sitting. "What are you up to, my talented artist?" he asked, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
Blushing, I held up the sketchbook for him to see. "Just capturing the beauty of this moment," I replied, my voice soft.

His eyes softened as he looked at the sketch, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of vulnerability. There was something intimate about drawing someone—it felt like capturing a piece of their soul on paper.
"It's beautiful," Thomas said, his voice filled with warmth and appreciation. "You have such a gift, Eleanor."
I felt my cheeks flush with happiness, grateful for his kind words. "Thank you," I said, my heart swelling with love. "I'm glad I can capture the beauty I see in you."
He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to my temple. "You see beauty in everything, my love, and that's one of the things I admire most about you."

We sat in companionable silence for a moment, enjoying the peacefulness of the deck and the company of each other. It was moments like these that made the voyage on the Titanic truly special—moments of connection and love.

As the sun dipped lower in the sky, we continued to sit together, the sketchbook resting in my lap. With each stroke of my pencil, I felt a deeper connection to the man I loved, and I knew that this drawing would be more than just a piece of art—it would be a memory, a testament to the love we shared on this grand adventure.