Rose felt her enlarged stomach and sighed. She didn't know what she would do if she couldn't do this. Give birth to her child. No, their child, hers and Jack's. Rose hadn't felt strong or brave since the disaster. She smiled as she remembered the first time she felt happy: the day she found out she was pregnant.
9 July, 1912
Rose was sitting stiffly in the plain, excessively clean waiting room.
There was only one other person in the room, the receptionist, a grumpy, stern middle-aged woman.
"Miss Dawson?"
Rose jumped when the smiling nurse called her new name. She was still not used to it. She had taken Jack's name when she was on the Carpathia. Rose slowly stood up and followed the nurse to a small room with a sign that read, "Examination Room 3".
"Just wait in here for a bit," said the kind nurse.
Rose managed to smile, "Thank you."
She sat on the examining table and waited for about five minutes until a man wearing a white lab coat and carrying a clipboard passed through the doorway. He smiled at Rose and sat down in a chair across from her.
"Hello," he checked his clipboard, "Miss Dawson. I'm Dr Brown. I heard you've been feeling unwell lately."
Rose sighed. "Yes, I've been feeling quite nauseous, but only in the mornings, usually."
Dr. Brown smiled knowingly. "Well, I'll just run a few tests and then we'll know what we can do."
Several tests later, Dr. Brown returned to the room where Rose was waiting.
"Well, we have some news."
Rose was worried. "What is it? Is something wrong?"
"How big is your apartment?"
Rose frowned, confusion etched across her face. "Just one bedroom, why?"
Dr. Brown smiled. "Because you're going to need more room. Rose, you're having a baby."