Rose looks up at the statur of Liberty with a broken heart. The man that had given his life for hers, the man that had saved her life in so many ways, was dead. He was gone, and nothing could bring him back.
The ship docked, and rose got off, quickly disappearing into the crowds. She didn't want Cal to find her. She'd hidden from him on the Carpathia, and would avoid him now. She never wanted to see him again. Chances were, if he thought she was dead, she wouldn't have to.
Rose eventually made a life for herself in New York, over the course of a week she had got a job and an apartment. She'd started to rebuild her life. In a month she had comletely settled in, with a few good friends that were well on their way to being her best friends.
She was moving on, but she would never forget. She was healing, but she was still hurting.
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Jack was fine, physically at least. Emotionally, he was still pretty torn up. He was sure Rose was still alive, and almost completely sure she was still in New York. He'd been searching for months and had come up with nothing.
He was no closer to finding her than he had been when he saw her getting off the Carpathia, sadly he wasn't able to catch up to her before she'd disappeared into the crowd.
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About six weeks after everything had happened on the Titanic, Rose had began to feel.. sickly. Throwing up all hours of the day and night, hardly being able to sleep. She'd thought it was just stress, but boy was she wrong.
She gone to the doctors for a check up, expecting them to tell her that she had the flu or something like that, but what they had told her and, quite literally, blown her socks off.
Eventually, the news had sunk in, she was pregnant and due in december. The twelth to be precise.
December 13th, 11:36 am.
Rose walked home after two gruleing days in the hospital with her beautiful baby daughter in her arms. She had named her sophia, after her great grandmother. Little Sophia was the spitting image of her father, from the blue eyes that seemed to take everything in, to the dusting of sandy blonde hair on her head.
She finally felt at peace, motherhood gave her a sense of ease she had not felt in years. She knew it wouldn't be easy, but she was no longer alone. She ached, somewhere deep inside, to have Jack there with her. To hold her and their daughter.
She wished he could be there to share in this happiness with her, but she knew it would never be. She had her daughter, and that was more than enough.
She wouldn't keep the truth from her daughter, she wouldn't restrain her. Not the way her mother had done to her. The only thing of any value that Ruth had ever taught Rose, was how not to act.
She would do her damndest to make sure that her babys life was miles better than her own had been. Even if it was the only thing she could do.
