Thank you for the reviews on the Sequel. Genuinely don't have a clue where I am going with this. I Three:

Through the heavy curtains of Rose's bedroom, dawn had started to break with flashes of light across the sky creeping through the cracks of the darkness. Her body was heavy and full as she pulled herself upright before glancing down to Jack's naked form sleeping beside her. The blankets covered enough of his body but his arms were relaxed above his head, his breathing so peaceful. She wished to not disturb him. A smile instantly crept across her face as she pushed back the covers, revealing her own naked chest. Eyeing up the nightdress on the floor, she decided against it as she pushed to her feet and tiptoed around to retrieve Jack's shirt which buttoned up and down; easier for feeding. Her stomach still fluttered as she cast her mind back just a few hours ago to when they had finally stopped exploring the other's body and managed to sleep, just a little. Exhaustion was something she was used to but to say she had barely slept; she felt more alive than ever before. He loved her.

Creeping to the crib, she hovered over to see two bright little blue eyes and was instantly rewarded with a beautiful gummy smile. There were no tears of hunger this morning or even a whimper. Another feeling filled Rose's stomach; a different kind of love. One which she didn't know existed.

''Good morning, Elizabeth.'' She whispered. A tiny balled fist found its way out of the cocooned blanket and raised into the air. Almost a sign of wanting freedom. She stretched her tiny body, yawning and smiling once more.

Rose bent carefully to grasp Elizabeth beneath her head and then tucked her hand beneath the length of her body and pressed her tightly into her own exposed chest. Elizabeth nuzzled into her Mother for a second or two until Rose reached the bed and settled herself back against the pillows and within seconds Elizabeth had found the place where she would feed. Once latched on, her eyes wandered about the ceiling. Rose smiled at her curiosity. She stroked a finger over her small, plump cheeks and watched as Elizabeth's eyes grew heavy once more. These were the moments which she could watch forever, the ones which she knew she would remember for the rest of her life. These times when she had bonded with her daughter but now, as his head rolled about tiredly against the pillow, she knew that Jack would be included.

Rose smiled as Jack opened his eyes, they took a moment to adjust as to where he was exactly and she had done just the same; the act of physically sleeping next to another being was lost to both of them.

''Good morning.''

Jack's hair fell into his eyes as he sat upright in the bed. His hands stroking across his bare chest. He bit his lip, taking a minute or two to remember the latter of last night and the early morning and a small smile crossed his face.

''Yes, it is.'' He bent forward to kiss the top of Elizabeth's head and then Rose's temple. It was silent for a moment as Jack allowed Rose to lean against him whilst their daughter fed.

''She awoke just minutes ago.'' Rose told him.

''What time is it?''

Jack glanced at the small clock beside the bed. ''Six. Just after.''

''Looks to be another wonderful day.''

The sky was growing lighter, promising another Spring day full of warm sunshine with perhaps the odd shower. Jack pulled back the covers, pulling his body from beneath and stretching out. Rose diverted her eyes as her cheeks turned pink immediately. Jack had never been one to linger in bed, not even back home as a child; the day was always full of promise. As soon as he climbed from the bridge which he called his bed he would be looking for his next adventure. The only difference now was he had running water and the smaller things such as brushing his teeth, washing his face and hair was an everyday occurrence and one which he was still to adjust to.

He pulled on a pair of pants which he had discarded of the night before proceeding to the bathroom which was adjoined to Rose's bedroom. How he had come to be here, in a house full of such luxuries and elegance was still something which he hadn't fully grasped. At the back of his mind, he knew that returning to anything remotely like his old life wasn't feasible. Yes, they could travel but they would need a base, a place where they could call home, or at least for now.

Once he had finished in the bathroom, he found a clean shirt in the wardrobe. As he pulled it over his body, he noticed just how quiet it was. Rose had fallen asleep once more, Elizabeth also asleep in her lap. She was so tired. Carefully, he took their child from her arms ever so slowly to not wake either of them. He kissed Elizabeth's cheek as he placed her back inside the crib. It was earlier than usual for his daughter to wake for the first feed of the day. He made the decision to leave Rose to sleep for a little longer.

As Jack made his way down the seemingly endless staircase to the dining room, he took just a moment to appreciate just how his life was. He thought of his parents; how they would laugh seeing him just stand in a house so vast and ornate. They would never imagine such a thing. Money to them wasn't everything, it wasn't what made the world go around and yet Rose had come from an entirely opposite upbringing and had found nothing but unhappiness during that time. He had grown up without two dimes to rub together and his childhood had been filled with happy, fun times. His parents ensured he was protected, loved and cherished. Wasn't that all what mattered? But now he had a child of his own and his own instinct told him that he would need have to think on his feet to keep his family protected. They were in a precarious situation. The whole world knew of Rose's life, of her delivery of a girl, of Cal's lies and now his reputation was in tatters and Jack felt safer out here in Denver, in this bubble of a life which Molly had created specially to keep them away from prying eyes; he knew that his wasn't the life they would lead. They would have to go at some point.

''I get the feeling your heads still asleep.'' Molly's voice pierced Jack's ears. They sat alone at the large dining room with various foods spread out before them. He had picked at an apple and taken a few sips of coffee. Jack was a man to always appreciate the food which he was offered but with a few observations, Molly noticed that something was amiss this morning. She softened her broad shoulders as she sipped her strong tea.

Jack swallowed the piece of apple he had eaten slowly. ''Yes.''

Molly felt the smile play at her own lips. ''You will be leaving us soon?''

Jack shrugged his shoulders. At the dining table, he knew just what his manners should be and yet as he slumped against his hard-back chair he struggled to remember anything.

''Talk to me, young man. Your head is full of notions and you are usually a bounding energy so early and here I find you almost silent.''

''The thing is, I feel I don't know what to do next. For the best. For my family.''

This wasn't the Jack which Molly was used to seeing. She placed her tea back on the saucer, her eyes running over the man before her. He had grown up a lot these last few weeks and he was in love with young Rose. She knew just how he would lay his life down for her, for Elizabeth and he had proved that by what he had done for her. The newspapers had gone wild for the stories, eating up the gossip and in her circles, people talked.

The Jack she had met almost a year ago, clutching a portfolio of drawings to his stomach, a drop of spit lingering at his chin and blue eyes sparkling with such mischief and fun was still very present beneath the man burdened by a sudden cloud.

''You know I don't care for all of this.'' She pressed her lips together, her hands waving about the house. ''My parents were Irish immigrants. I grew up in a cottage a stone's throw from the Mississippi river. I went to a grammar school which my Aunt Mary ran and I stripped tobacco leaves to earn money.''

Jack's lips parted as he listened to Molly. He didn't know any of this. Or very little.

''I wasn't born with a silver spoon in my mouth, Jack. Money is not everything in this world.'' She wet her lips with another sip of tea. ''When I was eighteen, my sister and her husband came to Colorado to establish a blacksmith shop. I lived with my brother for a while, he worked in the mines and I took a job in the Carpets and Draperies department of a department store. The money which we had then, we earnt and we worked for. It wasn't handed to us. I met J.J when I was nineteen, he was a miner too, and by the time we married and Lawrence and Helen were born I was twenty-three.''

''My parents married young, too. Mother was nineteen when I was born, my Father not much older.''

''Yet, they survived. We all did.'' Molly took another sip of her tea. ''I don't doubt they were brilliant parents.''

''Of course.'' Jack moved his hair from his eyes, so deep in conversation that he seemed to have forgotten about breakfast. ''I want that for Elizabeth.''

''You will. Raise her to be a strong woman. To love and to live each day. Never take anything for granted.'' Molly placed her hand atop Jack's and he searched his mind to find a time he had taken comfort from something so small since his Mother had been alive. ''I worked in the soup kitchens down here when we first came. I have seen the people sleeping in the street. I have seen them suffer with my own eyes, Jack. J.J got lucky when he turned the mine into money. We all did. The unemployment rate was 90% and everywhere you turned there was depression. The money he made allowed for us to buy a house here on Pennsylvania Street and a summer house but just because we live here, because our children were educated in Paris, we are no different.''

''You have lived quite a life. You allow room for others in your life when it has already been so full.''

''I look at you, I see myself, and J.J. I see my own children. They have grown but they are still my children. My son is now a father himself.'' Molly pulled her hand away from Jack's. He placed his hands in his lap, wringing them there for a moment. His posture had changed. His back had straightened. ''Your parents would be so very proud of you, also.''

Jack blinked several times. It was a very long time since he had thought of his parents since anything as a distant memory. ''Thank you.''

Molly nodded. ''Sincerely. Stay here as long as you need. To need help now and again is not a weakness. The fact that you asked me for a hand has brought me such joy. Seeing Rose, the young woman she has grown into and the Mother she is aspiring to be is wonderful. Her own Mother would do nothing but inflict shame and pain upon the poor girl. That isn't being a Mother.''

Jack bowed his head. Thoughts of last night came bounding back to his head. They had made love, he had shown her in all ways possible just what she meant to him and whilst everything was still so new and intense, he wanted her for the rest of his life.

''I want to marry her, Molly.''

A sly smile crossed Molly's face before turning into a beam. ''Oh, my. I do like to wear a great hat.'' Although she did sense his hesitance. ''Have you asked her the question?''

''Of course not.'' Her engagement to Cal had been announced just a little while before all in the newspapers. Those were the nuptials which had suffocated her all along even though Jack knew it wasn't the act of marriage which had stifled her but the entire situation. Or Cal, more to the point.

A maid entering the dining room disturbed their conversations. Jack noticed just how little he had eaten during the breakfast.

''Are you finished ma'am?''

Molly shook her head dismissing the girl. ''Fetch fresh coffee, tea and toast. We have another guest joining us.''

Jack followed Molly's gaze to see Rose enter the dining room. Her pale pink day dress set off the rosiness of her cheeks, her hair was twisted in a delicate although messy bun and she had applied what looked to be a little makeup. Elizabeth now fully awake with wide and curious eyes lay in her Mother's arms. Any insecurities were tossed from his mind right there and then.