Hey, everybody! Yes, I know I've made you lot wait for a few days now, but I promise this will be good. Also, I am posting this in German (auf Deutsch!) in a few days, perhaps. So stay tuned. Now we will meet Baby…

13 January, 1913

Rose held her bulging stomach and breathed quickly as her landlady Mrs Howard rushed through the 5 o'clock traffic to hospital.

"It's gonna be OK, Rose," Mrs Howard reassured her. "This here is the fastest automobile on the planet. We'll get us there in no time."

Yeah, right. Rose thought. I'll end up having this baby in this damn car if we don't get through all this traffic.

The car screeched to a stop in front of a large white building, with a sign that read 'German Hospital and Dispensary'

"OK, love, I'll help you in."

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"Push! Rose, good job, you're almost there! One more big push!"

Rose just couldn't handle it. She closed her eyes and did the one thing she had promised him she would never do. Rose let go.

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When she finally came to, the room was quiet and Rose was aware of an ache in her stomach. A nurse walked into the room, noticing Rose was awake.

"Hello, you-"

Rose interrupted the happy nurse, "My baby, where is it? Is it healthy?"

"Your baby is doing very well. Would you like to see him?"

Rose sighed with relief. "Yes, please."

The nurse walked out of the room and came back with a small bundle in her arms. As she moved closer to the bed, Rose could see tiny pink fists waving in the air. The nurse handed Rose her child. He had her fiery hair, but it was rather straight. He opened his tiny eyelids and Rose's green eyes stared into his identical ones. Rose could tell he had Jack's nose, chin, and complexion.

"What are you going to name him?" the nurse asked softly.

Rose thought of all the men she knew who she had ever cared for: her father, William, her Jack, her cousins, Roger and David, Jack, her grandfather, Arthur, and especially Jack.

But Rose felt she would not be able to manage saying Jack's name out loud several times a day forever. She didn't really see her cousins often as a child, as it was considered improper for a young lady to be around such rambunctious boys. Rose loved her grandfather very much, but he would occasionally yell or criticize her. Her father, William, however, never hurt her or told her anything she wouldn't like to hear. He always called her 'princess'. Rose decided on the name William Jack Dawson.

Rose looked up to the stars and whispered, "I'll never let go."

So, what do you think? Should I have done anything differently? No hating please! I will be posting the next bit perhaps on Wednesday or Thursday, so stay tuned.