A/N: HellooooOOOOOOooooo! We were meant to post this yesterday, so late happy Fanworks Day and of course, happy Presidents' Day! In the glory of this wonderful day, we've already published another story called "Always Broken, Forever Loved", a "The Originals" fanfiction, so you should check that out if you like that show. We couldn't help it . . . we had to write a "Titanic" fanfiction where Jack lived. And where Rose was pregnant with his children. We. Just. Couldn't. Help. It. It might be a bit overdone, but we wanted to do our own version anyway with seven-year-old Lucy and Alice Dawson. Without further ado, here is the prologue, and please read, review, and enjoy! Thanks so much! :) The first chapter should be up fairly soon.

Prologue

I'll never let go echoed through Rose's ears like the incessant chime of a church bell. I'll never let go . . . I'll never let go . . . I'll never let go . . .

Rose didn't realize how true that was until now, a couple months later. She was pregnant with his child. A seventeen-year-old girl carrying a dead man's baby.

She was all alone now, so very alone. Her mother thought she was dead, her father had died several years back, Cal was gone (and good riddance!), and the love of her life wasn't even around to father his own child.

"Oh God," she sobbed into her hands, curled up into a fetal position on the worn out bed of her shabby motel room she was renting. "I don't know what to do. . . . Jack, if you're listening, please don't make me do this alone. Please just . . . watch over our child."

It wasn't like she was expecting anything, but her heart still broke when there was no response. She really was going to have to do this alone, be a teenage single mother to a bastard child. And she didn't know if she could do it.

Months later . . .

"Come on, Rose, push! You're a tough girl, you have this in ya!" Margaret "Molly" Brown was by her side, stoically holding Rose's hand as the young redhead screamed out her agony.

"No, I don't, Molly, I don't!" Tears rolled down her cheeks and however much she loved Molly, she wished with every inch of her soul that it was Jack holding her hand instead.

"I see the head!" her doctor informed her and she gasped in relief. Almost done. "You're doing great, almost there . . . Shoulders, torso, legs . . ." A healthy shrieking filled the room and the doctor proudly lifted up her baby for Rose to see. "A beautiful baby girl."

Her lips spread into a blindingly bright smile. "Can I hold my baby?"

He shook his head gently and her heart wrenched in panic. Was something wrong with her baby? He clarified his reaction by explaining, "You'll have to wait until the second one's out." He then handed off the baby to the nurse as the gears shifted in Rose's head.

She just blinked at him. Did he just say . . . ? "SECOND? THERE'S A SECOND ONE? HOW COME NOBODY TOLD ME THIS?!"

"Calm down, Rose," Molly soothed, carefully taking Rose's daughter from the nurse into a protective hold. "You already have a strong, healthy baby girl and this only means you will have double the love."

Rose would have lashed out had her baby not been in Molly's arms. "You. Are. Such. An. Optimist!" A contraction ripped apart her last word and she shouted out again.

"Okay, Rose, you're going to have to push again," the doctor warned her.

"I can't do it again!" she wailed at the top of her lungs. "I'm so tired . . . so tired."

"You can do this," the nurse encouraged but the words fell on deaf ears. Gripping at the sheets as tightly as she could, she heaved out another push.

Just when she thought she would die if she had to go another round, a soft crying pierced the air and Rose's face melted into another smile. "Congratulations, you have another beautiful baby girl!"

Two daughters . . . Jack's daughters. Her eyes swam with tears of joy and grief- such intense happiness due to the arrival of her babies, but deep sadness that Jack wasn't around to meet their children. "Can I hold my daughters now?"

They were positioned in the each of her arms and she watched with glee as their tiny eyelids peeled open to reveal bright blue eyes . . . Jack's eyes. The younger twin had a fuzzy patch of flaming red hair, the same shade of Rose's locks, and the older twin had a head of golden blonde.

Of the two of them, the red-haired baby did share more resemblance to Rose while the blonde was unmistakably Jack's. It hurt her heart yet soothed her at the same time. These two were their children, a product of their short but pure, undying love.

"They're gorgeous," Molly crooned, breaking Rose out of her own little world. "What are you going to name them?"

Rose thought about giving them names in reference to her time on the Titanic, but decided it to be too painful. This was her new life and she wanted her daughters to represent that.

"I think I'll name the little red-haired one Alissa. She's named after my grandmother, who wasn't the same evil that held my mother captive and I'll call her Alice for short. Alice . . . Faith. She will be the faith I need to give me the strength to be their mother and to move on from . . . Little Alice Faith Dawson." Alice gurgled in response and she grinned.

Molly nodded her approval. "And the other one?"

That one took her a little more time. She hadn't been expecting two babies, and she had chosen early on if she had a son, she'd name him Jack, and if she had a daughter, to name her Alissa. And the tiny red-haired baby just looked far more like an "Alice" than the blonde.

"Lucille," she finally said. "I had a great friend back in my younger days, interesting girl, who had such a free spirit that I'd always admired her. I don't know what became of her, but she had a big impact on my life. I aspired to be like her. So, I'm naming my daughter after her. Lucy. And for her middle name . . . Hope. She'll give me the hope to live out my future, and see the sun rise every single morning. Lucy Hope Dawson."

"Those names are perfect. They're perfect," Molly said and Rose nodded dreamily in agreement.

A part of her would always be broken from Jack's death, but she would keep living on, not only for him . . . but for their daughters.