Chapter 7. Rose's Story

In the year 1942 I was 46 years old, and Charles was 53. Our children had grown drastically in the last several years, time sure does fly. Jack was 17, Rosa 15, Sally-Mae and Charles JR. were 13, and Susie was 10.

That very year, Charles died, he had a stoke, and cardiac arrest. We arranged his funeral of course, and that was that. In truth, I was sort of relieved. I did love Charles in some way of course, but nothing would ever triumph my love for Jack, and now that Charles was gone, I was free to grieve for him again. To relive my memories, and just live in the past. Because as everyone knows, the past is better.

After Charles' funeral, my son, Jack finally confronted me, about his name.

"Mum? Why is my last name Dawson?" He asked me as we looked at Charles' tombstone. I glanced at him.

"Jack, this is a story I have been waiting to tell you, and your siblings. So, gather your brother and sisters, and I will tell you my entire story, and explain why you of all my children inherited the last name 'Dawson'" I said.

I told my children everything.

"When I was Jack's age, 17 years old, I sailed on the grandest ship in the world. It was the April of 1912." I began

"Mum, are you telling us you were on THE 'Titanic'!" Rosa exclaimed excitedly.

"Yes Rosa, I was indeed on the ill-fated ship. That's where I met him, Jack Dawson."

I told them everything, from how we met, to how we went down with the ship, stayed on it till the very end, to how Jack had died that night.

Rosa, Sally-Mae, even Susie cried, which is quite surprising of course as she is the youngest and out of all my children, I had expected her to understand the least. But, she cried all the same, and it was heart-warming that such a tale could touch such a little girls heart and soul.

When I was finished my story, Jack asked me this question;

"Mum, was Charles my real father?"

"Yes, Jack. Charles was your real father. Although, for some reason, you look extraordinarily like the Jack Dawson that I knew. You have his hair, his eyes, his facial structure…" I trailed off.

"But mum, if I look just like the Jack Dawson you knew, isn't it a possibility that he's my real father? I mean, I am your first born child." Jack stated.

"This is true darling, but it is quite an impossibility. Jack Dawson died on April 15th 1912, and you were born on April 15th 1925. A whole 13 years after he perished in the sinking." I explained.

Jack looked at me, seeming pleased. He finally knew the truth behind his name, and how I had decided to name him out of love. He was happy.

A/N I know i know, this was a really short chapter! But there will be plenty more to come! I'm just kinda trying to split it up so it ends in good spots, i'm trying not to leave many cliff hangers for you guys! Read & Review please! :)