I'm going to do a favor to all of you out there who have read this story and I'm going to post the rest of it. It's better this way, I think.
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I did write Titanic, actually, but Leonardo DiCaprio seduced me and I had to tell him, so he and his friend James Cameron stole the plot from me... You know I'm kidding, right? I owe nothing and I never got to meet DiCarpio either, so...
Anyway, I'll leave you alone with the story now.
Chapter Three
I wasn't feeling ok. Ever since we got to Chicago, about two weeks before, I hadn't been able to face food without wanting to throw up. I had thought it was my way of dealing with grief, but I was starting to get worried about it. I hadn't told the Browns, though. I knew they would be worried and I didn't want them to feel that they needed to take care of me. Besides, the worst time were the mornings, when I woke up.
"Rose, I have to say this, you don't look good. Have you been eating properly?" Molly asked me. I had felt a rush of nausea as soon as the maid presented me with the food.
"I'm just fine, Molly." I replied.
"You sure? Because my room shares a wall with your bathroom…"
"It's nothing, Molly. Trust me. Now if you excuse me, I have to look for something in my room."
I stood up and ran to my bathroom. I didn't realized that Amy had followed me.
"If I didn't know you better, I'd say that you're pregnant." She said when I emerged.
"Amy, don't be…" I had thought it to be impossible, but then I started to think. I hadn't had my period since we were in Europe, and that was two months ago. In addition, there was that afternoon on the Renault. "Oh dear God." I exclaimed, sitting down on the bed.
"Rose, are you alright? I was just kidding!" my friend asked me.
I didn't listen to her. I just went downstairs to look for Molly. I found her near the door.
"I was going to take a walk, would you like to join me?" she asked.
"I need to talk to you. In private."
She gave me a look that showed her curiosity and guided me to Joseph's study.
"I have a problem. Well, not a problem, actually. It might be a problem to you, but not for me. It's… It's the best thing that ever happened to me." I said, unable to stop smiling.
"Rose, what is it? Is everything alright?"
"I'm pregnant. With Jack's son."
"Good Lord, are you sure?"
"Well, I didn't have a doctor confirm it, but I'm pretty sure. All the symptoms are there: the morning sickness, the lack of period… Molly, I'm having Jack's son!"
"That's terrific news, Rose. I'm so happy to hear that. But you need to see a doctor, just in case, you know. I'm so happy for you! I'm going to be a grandma."
I smiled. I couldn't believe that I was pregnant. It was as if God was giving me back a part of the things he took away from me. Having this baby meant having Jack back, or at least a part of him.
As I caressed my stomach, I couldn't stop a couple of tears that fell from my eyes. Molly noticed them and placed by my side.
"Don't worry, honey. This baby will be the luckiest one. He or she will have a brave mother here and a terrific father in heaven, looking after both of them."
"I know, I know. It's just that it doesn't seem fair. Look at my case. My father was a horrible father, he never paid much attention to me, and yet, he lived to see me grow. Jack would have been such a great dad! I can almost see him taking our kid ice-fishing, teaching him or she how to draw… But he won't be able to do any of that. And this kid will live all his life without knowing him. I think that's unfair, Molly."
The woman placed a comforting hand on my back and tried to calm me down.
"This baby won't even have Jack's last name!"
"Yes, Rose, he will. You are Rose Dawson, remember?"
"No, Molly, as much as I would love to be Mrs. Jack Dawson, I'm not."
"Yes, but this bay is Jack's son or daughter. He or she has the right to be called Dawson."
We stood there for a couple of minutes, until I announced that I needed to clear my head so that I was going for a walk. Molly offered to tell the rest of the family the big news. I appreciated it, knowing that it would mean a lot of questions that I was not ready to answer yet.
I was out of the house for a couple of hours, and I the time I thought of Jack and our baby. We would have been so happy, the three of us…
When I got back home it was nearly time to eat. I went upstairs to change my clothes before dinner, but when I opened the door to my room, I was surprised to see Richard and Amy waiting for me.
I guessed that Molly had already told them about my pregnancy and I feared that they would judged me.
"Do you have a moment? There's something we need to talk about." The man asked. I told them that I could talk, so the three of us sat down.
"Mum just told us about the baby." Amy said. "About everything, I mean."
"Look, I know what you think, but I really, really love Jack and I'm sure that we would have married, if the ship hadn't sank."
"We know. It's not your fault that that ship hit the iceberg. We just wanted you to know that we are here to help you, whatever you need. Well, I'm not good with babies, but Amy here is a big fan, so she'll be more than glad to help you."
"It's true, Rose. You just have to ask."
I was touch by their gesture. I couldn't believe that I had been afraid of what they may say.
"Thank you. Thank you very much. Really." I said, hugging each of them.
