Hey, everyone!:) The first chapter is extremely short, but I wanted it to be sort of like a …preview I guess you could say? I don't know. I had no idea what to put as a better title other than this, but before I start I'd like to say a couple thank-yous.
To all my reviewers: SmileyAddy, Jillianna'sOcean, Rainbowed-Sunned-Spirit, JluckyJ, RachelDalloway, FallingStar95, dancestar101, Alpha Juliett, joninaandersson, abishop47, AddyD90, BookwormBabe2013, brdwygrl16, and all my anonymous reviewers for their feedback (: You all kept the story going!

To all the people who Subscribed and Favorited: You guys kept the story going too. (: It made me think that people actually like my writing and want more!:D It's funny, because I don't personally know ANYONE who reviewed or favorited my stories. Thank you all so very much.

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To SmileyAddy: I've noticed that you have been reviewing since the beginning! :D Thank you for not losing interest! Lol.

To anonymous reader, 'anna': you have the same name as me lol. But that's not the point :) Your review that you posted not too long ago sparked my curiosity and built on into this story that I'm about to write right here. (:

Thanks to all my readers!

***Jacks POV***

"How's she doing?" Molly asked as soon as I walked in the front door of our house.

"Perfectly fine." I said, wiping some happy tears away and smiling up at her.

"She…"

"Yes. The baby is born. It's a girl."

Molly smiled solemnly, and excitedly hugged me. We laughed and happily spoke about my being a father and Molly being a godmother. It was a happy day, and we celebrated, just us two, drinking champagne and discussing our lives the next years having a new little girl. I missed Rose already, but she was to stay in the hospital a couple more days before her and my new and beautiful daughter returned to their home.

As soon as the baby was born, I had to stay strong and hold back my tears. She was beautiful. She had bright blue eyes, exactly like mine, and a few strands of red hair atop her head. I loved how she was a beautiful little combination of the love-of-my-life and me.

I held her, and she looked up at me with those beautiful blue eyes. She seemed to like me. I smiled and couldn't resist the tears stinging my eyes. They began to stream down my face. I smiled over at Rose, who, though exhausted, still looked gorgeous.

Rose looked over at me, and smiled as best she could. Five minutes later she fell asleep.

After what seemed like hours of holding my baby, I placed her gently beside Rose, where she fell asleep too.

May 17th, 1913-8 pounds, 11 ounces, 19 inches long,

Josephine Margaret Dawson was born.

We decided to name her Josephine, of course, because of the song we sang to each other on the ship, before we first fell in love. Margaret, none other named after the lady who stuck with us since the start.