A/N:

Here I am with my first Titanic fanfic, I hope you like. Please review, I'll definitley update this one more often, as I've found out that I could add lots of twists and turns to it, and I changed it around loads. I'm going to upload the first few chapters so please review and leave comments. And thank you to the people sticking with the Mummy fanfic that I have started, I've had a bit of writers block with that one so I was advised to leave it for a while, but I will be going back to it! :)

Danielle Xx

XxProloguexX

"Whosit?" cooed Helen Andrews, chuckling at the little tot as she ran up to her mam-ma, looking at the door.

More laughter engulfed Aurora's ears as she pointed to the door.

Helen sighed and picked up her daughter, chuckling.

"Oh you silly girl, it's just your papa," she laughed, handing Aurora carefully to a very young Thomas Andrews, her eyes twinkling.

Aurora clung to her father, her eyes wide.

Thomas Andrews held his daughter gently but tightly as she wriggled around to get a look at all the people at her birthday party, but she wouldn't let go of her papa. Not for anyone- Not even for Uncle Bruce, who she seemed to favour second best.

Thomas chuckled as she looked around curiously, and then looked at him with her big, dark blue eyes.

For a split second he swore he could see Helen in her, but only for a second.

"Tom?" Probed Helen gently, interrupting his thoughts.

He gratefully took the cup of tea she offered him and smiled warmly at his wife.

"Ah no, you're not old enough for tea yet lady," he chuckled as her tiny hand reached out for his china cup.

She pouted drastically and snuggled into him instead, wondering who all the people were. She only knew her mamma, her papa, her grandparents, and Bruce Ismay, the servants of course,

and then there was Ellen, Thoma's cousin, who Aurora liked best out of the lot of them.

Helen Andrews kept a close eye on little Ro as she clung to Tom.

She looked perhaps a bit overwhelmed by all the strange faces, she thought silently as Tom took a place beside her.

"She looks tired, doesn't she?" she murmured to Thomas quietly.

Tom gave his wife a swift, discreet nod.

"Too many people I think," he muttered quietly.

Helen nodded and stroked the tot's cheek gently as the child squeaked a yawn.

Aurora only had one real friend who she would play with.

Rose DeWittBuckater sat on her mothers lap quietly, looking around the large room.

Being an only child, Aurora had been quite happy to play with the family dog, and learnt to occupy herself, for which Helen was grateful.

Aurora looked across at Rose who looked right back, looking terribly bored. Aurora matched her look, and snuggled further into her papa.

The adult chatter meant nothing to the two tots who would later need each other more than they could ever imagine.

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