A/N: Sorry for the delay. Trying to keep up five stories is hard to do. I don't know what I was thinking…

Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me.

The next days were busy. Jack had to give his answer to George and Yvette regarding the art gallery. "If its okay with you, I'd be interested in it later, but right now, I'm just too busy and there's a lotta stuff going on right now," Jack said. George smiled at him understandingly.

"We understand," He said. When Jack shook their hands, he got up and started to walk out of the café. He was walking a couple ways, when he heard a small voice behind him.

"Jack!" It was Anna. Jack ran to her.

"Anna, it's so good to see you!" He said. Jack looked down, and he saw a small bundle in Anna's arms. Then, there came soft cries. Jack was stunned.

"Is that…?" He asked. Anna nodded and shifted the bundle to Jack.

"Jack, meet my daughter, Charlie Jackie Brown," Jack looked down in awe at the baby. She had Anna's pretty eyes, but she had her dad's brown, curly hair.

"Amazing," Jack breathed. Anna had a big smile on her face, and she began to speak.

"Do you want to hold her?" Jack nodded, and Anna carefully set her baby in Jack's arms. He gingerly held her. Anna chuckled.

"Jack, you're not going to break her," She said. Jack looked at her.

"I know, but she looks so fragile…" Jack trailed off as he rocked baby Charlie. Soon, the girl's eyes closed, and she was sound asleep. Jack handed her back to Anna, and she smiled up at him. Then, unexpectedly, Anna reached up and pulled Jack down so her lips were on his. It was shocking to Jack. He felt his hands snake around Anna's waist to pull her closer, but she wasn't Rose.

"Rose!" Jack was jolted back to reality. Anna backed away, hurt.

"My name's not Rose," She said.

"I know!" Jack snapped, and he looked across the road to see Rose. There was a mixture of shock, hurt, and anger mixed into her face. She whirled around and left.

"Jack… what…?" Anna said, looking at him. He looked at her angrily.

"That's my fiancée, you…" He trailed off, and he froze. He realized that Anna knew NOTHING about Rose, or that he was engaged to her. "I'm sorry."

"Oh... Jack, I am so sorry," Anna's bottom lip began to tremble, and she ran away, sobbing. Jack was pulling his hair out. He ran back to Rose's cottage, and he found the door unlocked. He went inside.

"Rose!" He said. He saw Rose and Hope staring at him. The both had miserable expressions on their faces. Rose came down the stairs, and there were angry tears spilling from her eyes.

"I want you to leave!" She was screaming at him now. Jack looked at her.

"Rose, it's not what you think it is… I can explain," Rose held her hand up to Jack.

"I don't give a shi- take mushroom about what you say!" Rose said, realizing that Hope was still in the room. The little girl was peering at the two of them, who looked like one was about to murder the other. Rose found it hard to control her language, considering the fact that Hope was still in the room.

"Dang it, Jack!" She said, throwing her hands up in the air. "Who was that, huh? That prostitute that you've drawn?" That stung Jack.

"Don't you dare call my friend a prostitute!"

"Which one? The one that you were kissing or the one in Paris? Because, they both looked like prostitutes if you ask me!" Rose screamed. Jack laughed.

"You know what Rose? You are a sick, spoiled rich brat," Jack said. Rose looked at him.

"My Momma's not rich," Hope said. "What did you mean by that?"

"Well, your mother isn't who you think she is…" Jack said. Rose looked at him, pleading not to tell Hope.

"She's not ready for that story yet!"

"Well, Rose, I just told it to her in a fairytale last night!" Jack was yelling now.

"Does Hope even know that she's adopted?"

Rose hesitated.

"She does… She doesn't know about TITANIC, though…" Rose finally answered. Hope came down the stairs now.

"Momma, what's TITANIC?"

"Jack, now I have to tell her," She said.

"Good."

"But she's not ready! She's six!" Rose said.

"Seven next month!" Hope defended herself. Rose threw her hands up in defeat.

"Fine. Hope, sit down." The little girl obeyed, and the three sat down.

"It was the ship of dreams…" Jack began.