Another kind of short one, but I'm inspired! Longer chapter next! Read and review!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Titanic. Although, I wish I owned Jack…
Rose sat on her bed, dressed in her nightgown, her hand gently placed against her abdomen. She was late. Very late. Almost two weeks late from the last point she would consider being normal. She had been having waves of nausea almost every morning, and had gained a bit of weight, which was odd, considering her eating had been very seldom.
She felt different feelings wash around her. Excitement, and joy, for she was to bear Jack's child. Even though he was gone, a part of him was coming back to her. But, fear and dread overcame those feelings. How was she to tell Cal that she was carrying Jack's child, and not his?
The truth was, she couldn't. Cal would no doubt beat and scold her. And, most likely leave her. Which, now she actually willed not to happen. She couldn't take care of herself and a baby, all alone.
And in that moment, Rose knew what she had to do, no matter how dismaying that may be. She stood up, and walked into the dark hall, tiptoeing to Cal's room. She slowly turned the knob and let herself in. Cal lay in bed, his eyes looking out at the open window. When he saw her, he immediately sat up in bed.
"Rose? What are you-"
She began to slowly walk towards him, speaking softly.
"I've been in a lot of pain." She reached his bed and sat down next to him, her plan running through her head. They were to be married a week from tomorrow. She could tell him the day afterwards. It had to work, it just had to.
She let Cal stroke her cheek and grab her hand.
"I don't want to feel this way anymore." She said, holding back tears. At least this was true. But what she about to do wasn't going to help it.
"Take the pain away." She murmured before leaning into kiss him. Cal's kiss was cold and foreign, nothing like Jack's familiar warm kiss. She let Cal slowly pull of her nightgown as they lay down on the bed, slowly slipping away from the rest of the world.
Cal lay awake the next morning, beaming. Rose had finally come to him. And now, she was silently sleeping next to him. He leaned down to softly kiss her hair. His world was finally intact. Rose was now his, and not because he forced her to be. The past night had been the best of his life, not just because of what happened, but also because of how it happened. Rose had asked him to take the pain away. She hadn't just relied on praying to Jack's soul. She had come to him. She kissed him. Oh, and how good it felt, to have the one you love kiss you for the first time. He watched Rose until she slowly opened her eyes. She looked scared and delicate, unsure of what was happening, until she looked into Cal's eyes, slowly recalling the night's events.
"I should go." She slowly spoke, looking into his eyes.
Cal sighed. He didn't want her to go. He wanted her to stay here forever. But he didn't want to act controlling. Now that Rose was his, he didn't want to do anything that would push her away. Rose sat up, covering herself with the blanket, grabbed her nightgown off the floor and pulled it over her head. Right before she stood up, Cal grabbed her hand and pulled her towards him, kissing her softly. After their lips parted, he whispered
"I love you." She responded by walking out of the room, and down the hall again.
When Rose got back to her room, she smiled. It had worked! She knew it would be easy to get Cal to sleep with her, its what he had wanted since they first got engaged.
Although she knew that everything would be fine with her and Jack's baby, she couldn't help but feeling guilty. Even though she and Jack were never engaged, she felt like she had betrayed him, not only by sleeping with Cal, but by not telling him that she was pregnant with his child. She didn't want to keep her child's real father a secret. But, if she wanted her child to be loved and cared for, she would need to. She had no choice.