The next day Rose was completely worn out. She had silently cried herself to sleep, eventually starting to doze off into a restless dream. Only, when Jack had come up to her she had relaxed slightly. Rose hadn't noticed him coming to her the first time however.

And of course she knew nothing of Jack's encounter with her mother.

Rose dizzily still half asleep got up from bed and hastily put on her wardrobe. She didn't bother to get dressed remembering that she didn't need to work anymore.

Her night had been rough, more than any other she could think of in a long time. Her hair was still loosely hanging around her face, but she didn't take any trouble in covering it up.

Mother will surely scowl me for that.

Rose had never been allowed to play in the garden or do anything other for fun; Ruth had just shot her a dirty look.

'You can't ruin that dress.'

Rose had heard that phrase in all variations her entire childhood and youth.

It seemed odd to her and quite unbelievable that Ruth would now be really worried about her and not just using her for money.

Moving downstairs Rose could instantly smell the coffee.

She smiled thinking of Jack and how lovely he always was towards her.

Even mother seemed to have noted that.

As soon as she had stepped inside the kitchen she found herself into Jack's arms.

"Good morning, my angel," he whispered into her ear stroking her hair.

Rose closed her eyes for a moment forgetting everything about her problems. All she knew was that Jack was holding her in his arms, his hands carefully running up and down her body.

She leant her head on his shoulder just marvelling in the situation.

Eventually her happiness was replaced by sorrow again and before she could stop it a heavy sob had escaped her mouth.

"Rose…," Jack whispered to her wondering, waiting so she would tell him.

Rose looked up at him wiping her tears away quickly.

"Nothing, I'm just…I didn't get much sleep…," she stammered trying to convince him to leave her alone with that.

Seeing Jack's face she knew she had failed.

She sank down onto the nearest chair and Jack was immediately beside her taking her hands in his, squeezing them gently.

"…god Jack…I've to tell you something, actually two things and both are not very…nice…," she finally got out a word.

Jack could tell that he already knew the first thing, but he still wondered about the second one. He was pretty sure that Ruth hadn't been the reason for her crying last night, otherwise she wouldn't have asked him about her problems. And she really had been honest with her concern for Rose.

The question remained what had Rose made shed tears now.

"I got fired," she choked out without any further warning.

Jack gasped, much like Ruth had done yesterday.

"You? But why?" even his reaction was almost the same.

"It's complicated…," she mumbled looking away facing the hotplate.

Jack moved up his hand to her cheek stroking it gently.

"No, it's not; you just don't want to tell me…"

"I'm sorry about the money we'll lose…," she began stammering feeling Jack lift up her chin.

"Who cares about the money, Rose?" Jack firmly spoke up. "I for once don't…all I care about is you…," he added giving her kiss on her cheek.

"It's just that…I….I don't know…," she stammered sitting up in the chair. "Sometimes I can't understand why you're still with me, Jack. I mean, I must be a horrible wife, always crying and…wouldn't you rather have a cheerful wife like…?"

Jack stopped her with a kiss on her lips.

"Like whom, Rose? Now stop with this nonsense, Rose. I love you and no matter what happen I'm always going to support you and I wouldn't leave you for anything in the world…"

"But wouldn't you want to have…?"

"Rose, we've talked this over and I've accepted your decision, haven't I?"

"I guess…," she turned her head away slightly. "…god I'm such a mess…yesterday a customer wanted to…he wanted to have more than a coffee and…," Rose laughed trying to hide the fear inside her still coming up when thinking about it.

She stopped, when she saw Jack's eyes turning dark.

"He assaulted you?" he spoke up angrily feeling the urge to go over to the low lives and teach them a lesson.

"Sort of…," she mumbled looking down. "…I kicked one of them…but Mr. Emerson he threw me out, when he saw it…"

Jack put his arms around her.

"I shouldn't have done that…"

"No, Rose, you did just right. And Mr. Emerson he's…"

"He's what, Jack?" Rose looked up at him wondering.

"I don't think that such expression is appropriate for a first class girl to hear," Jack grinned brightly at her.

"Oh you…," Rose smiled back playfully nudging him in the side.

Jack just as playfully took her hands placing them around her back.

"You know how much I love you, Rose, don't you?"

"I might need some proof," she told him seductively.

"So a proof…how about that…," he began kissing her neck making Rose moan.

"Jack…"

Jack continued to move is lips up on her neck, when he finally reached her lips. Before he kissed her he released her arms from behind her back and Rose eagerly pulled him closer.

When the kiss ended Jack lovingly stared into her eyes.

"So is this proof enough for you?" he whispered in her ear.

Instead of answering Rose happily leant her head against his shoulder.

She had totally forgotten about the other thing she needed to tell Jack.

…..

Ruth didn't stand up until around ten, enjoying the fact that she could sleep in a clean bed and didn't need to worry about having her things stolen, when waking up. The talk with Jack yesterday or better today had taken a ton on her.

"God, have I really poured out my whole life to Jack Dawson," she mumbled to herself rubbing out the sleep of her eyes.

Ruth got up and dressed. Despite of living on the streets for years there were still things that had never changed. Among others she would never sit down on a breakfast table not being dressed properly.

She was about to close the door behind her, when she noticed something in the back of the right corner. Eager to know what it was, Ruth draw closer.

"A rattle?" Ruth wondered, but instantly smiled.

Could it be that Rose was pregnant?

That would at least explain her crying.

I'm going to be a grandmother.

Ruth didn't mind the fact that Jack Dawson would be the father. After so many years alone, it was good to have a family again.

…..

She heard them talking in the kitchen, whispering something and laughing together in between. Sadly she had to admit to herself that she would've wanted to share that kind of relationship with her own husband.

"I need to tell you something else, Jack," she heard Rose's voice.

Before Jack could answer anything, Ruth had stepped in herself.

"He already knows," she called out.

Rose looked at Jack and then to her mother.

"We had an…we met yesterday," he explained to her.

"Oh…well…I…," Rose was stunned.

"Hey, don't worry, Rose…everything is fine…no one got killed or anything, right Mrs. Dewitt Bukater?"

Ruth nodded remembering the rattle in her hand.

"Rose, why didn't you tell me? I really believe that congratulations are in order," Ruth spoke up.

Both Jack and Rose looked at her in utter confusion.

"About your baby, Rose…why didn't you tell me that you're pregnant…?" she asked "By the way that's a wonderful rattle for a little baby and I'm sure that…"

"I'm not pregnant," Rose mumbled feeling the tears coming up again before standing up and storming out of the room.

Ruth was perplexed.

"Have I said something wrong?" she turned to Jack, who just shook his head.

"No, it's not your fault," he said. "I've to…," he added running after Rose.

"Rose…wait…"

Ruth only nodded, sitting down in a chair, wondering. Slowly some pieces were putting everything together, slowly forming up a whole puzzle.

From upstairs she could hear the sobs of her daughter, wondering now even more about her problems.