"Do you think she'll be up yet?" I rushed to get ready soon after I woke up. Today was time to pick up Rose and Josephine. It was 7 am.
"Jack, calm down." Molly said, just waking up.
"I doubt she will."
"I want to see my daughter! I can't wait to see my daughter. I can't wait to FEED my daughter, I can't wait to HOLD my daughter…I have a daughter!" I said excitedly.
I was far too ecstatic to think about anything but the fact that I had a child. When my parents died and I began living out on the streets, all my hope was crushed about starting a life with a beautiful woman. Having beautiful children, living in a beautiful house, and starting a beautiful life. All the beauty in my future was ruined when I got penniless. Now, I was the luckiest guy in the whole world.
Two hours later, Molly sent a telegram to the taxi company to pick us up.
Molly quietly waited in the living room reading a newspaper, while I waited by the door.
All that was running through my mind was Rose and Josephine. I smiled stupidly to myself, thinking about how amazing it felt to be a father. I didn't even realize the taxi arrived at the house. I wasn't looking outside…then I jumped when the driver knocked hard on the door.
"Margaret Brown and Jack Dawson?"
My eyes widened and I beamed. "YES!" I yelled, opening the door.
The driver looked at me weird, then he smiled.
"You are Mr. Dawson?"
"Yep!" I waved Molly over impatiently. Molly, laughing, came outside on the doorstep and thanked the driver.
She let her arm out for me to take it and lead her down the steps.
I took it and almost ran down the steps. I made sure to go slow, of course, so neither of us would fall.
As soon as we got in the cab, I leaned my head back.
"I have a baby, Molly!"
Molly laughed. "Well you already saw her!"
I smiled. "You're going to love her."
"She's going to be like a daughter to me."
"She IS a daughter to ME!"
We laughed the whole way to the hospital.
When we arrived, the receptionist calmly asked us who we were going to see.
"Rose Dawson." I said before Molly could choke out the words.
She looked at me, moving her eyes up and down. I couldn't see the disgust I was used to in her eyes. She then smiled.
"You are Jack?"
I smiled and nodded.
"Room 316."
I smiled and thanked her. On my way to the room, it dawned on me the familiar number. 316. Why was it so familiar? I smiled a heartwarming realization smile when I figured it out.
When I found the room, I was nervous. I curled my hands in nervous fists, and my skin got clammy. I looked at the right side of the door, where written in black ink it said in quick writing "Rose Dawson". I turned around and looked at Molly, who nodded. I could tell she was nervous too.
I knocked on the door twice.
"Come in." I heard my rosepetal say, in her sweet, angelic voice.
I smiled; I missed that voice.
I walked in, and she smiled huge.
Her red hair was curled perfectly as always, and she was wearing her paper robe over a pair of worn out pants and a t-shirt. She still looked prettier than ever to me. I got distracted from looking at her beauty when I saw something almost as beautiful. Josephine was in a bundle of blankets. Her little eyes were closed, her little hands were curled up in fists like I always do out of spite. I smiled.
"Hey, honey." Rose whispered. She got up and kissed my cheek.
"Hey, babe." I said, still staring at the baby. Rose laughed silently.
"You want to hold the baby?"
I nodded, taking the precious bundle of joy out of her arms.
"Let me see her." Molly said, coming in with a smile.
Rose smiled, greeting her, then motioned Molly to me.
I gently turned the baby to face Molly, and Molly touched Josephine's hair gently.
I saw a tear go down Molly's face.
"She's so beautiful." Molly touched her cheek gently.
I smiled, giving the baby to Molly.
"Oh she's wonderful!"
Molly kept complimenting the baby as I went over to Rose, putting my arm around her waist.
We watched as Molly was holding our daughter, treating her like her own.
