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The next day, Rose decided to visit her mother again. Jack had taken the day off work especially and Meggie was with the neighbours. Rose had decided to pack a picnic and see if Ruth would like a trip to the park if she was feeling up to it.

Jack had specially made several cheese, ham and pickle sandwiches and a few buns for the trip. He had to admit, he rather liked Ruth. She was a lovely woman beneath the hard exterior and she obviously loved Megan.

Rose stood in front of the mirror and saw her reflection. She wore a tan brown dress which was three quarter sleeves and her hair was down with just a few pieces of hair pinned up. She applied some lipstick and some perfume before looking back at her reflection. The middle part was uncomfortable, the last time she wore this dress it fitted perfectly and now it was slightly tight around the abdomen area. Rose knew she had gained a little weight, but she hadn't realised how much. Shrugging, she selected a burgundy wrap from the wardrobe and went downstairs to see how Jack was doing packing the picnic.

The weather was slightly cold outside, in fact it looked like rain. Jack and Rose decided against a picnic and just headed for the hospital instead.

Their spirits were high. Yesterday had left them feeling happy about the future. They walked hand in hand and chattered and laughed like teenagers on a first date.

Jack dressed more casually today in some khaki green coloured pants and a brown shirt. He felt more comfortable and no longer felt out of place.

Upon reaching the hospital, it had begun to rain heavily. The murky skies promised nothing but rain all day, Rose sighed heavily and proceeded to the room.

Jack entered first, he had brought Ruth some flowers and was excited about her reaction to them. They were roses and smelt lovely.

Upon entering, Jack saw no Ruth. Her bed was empty and carefully made. All of the flowers and cards which were on the bedside table were no longer there. Jack frowned. How odd.

Rose entered next and saw no Ruth.

'Mother?' She shouted. But to hear no reply.

'Where on earth could she be?' Rose asked Jack who just shrugged. Rose felt a sharp pain in her abdomen but ignored it and carried on walking to find someone with some information.

'Excuse me sir?' Rose shouted. Locating a doctor in a white jacket.

'I'm looking for my mother could you tell me where she is. Her room is empty.'

'Who is your mother?'

'Ruth Dewitt Bukater sir.'

The doctors face fell and he gently told her to take a seat.

'I'm afraid your mother passed away during the early hours of this morning, ma'am. She was a very ill and weak lady.'

Rose felt the sharp pain from her abdomen even more now, the pain was almost unbearable. But not as unbearable as the pain of losing her mother.

'No.' was all Rose could manage. 'No.' Rose screamed louder attracting attention from the other visitors and doctors.

'Come on Rose.' Jack led Rose into a quiet room, where he attempted the comfort her.

'You're mother left this, Mrs Dawson. For her family.' The doctor offered a large brown envelope to Rose, who just shunned it and looked away icily. Jack took the envelope and thanked the doctor, who left them alone. He had never seen Rose this way before.

'Rose?'

Jack attempted to comfort her but she shrugged him away.

'Rose?' He shouted louder. But she continued to just stare into space, her look was icy and cruel. She looked up at Jack and almost spat the words.

'What?' It sounded cruel.

Memories came rushing back from after the disaster when Jack would attempt to comfort Rose but she would just shun him away and it hurt him then but even more now.

He had lost Ruth too, she was his mother in law and yesterday had been the best day in a long time. He had grown to like her and had looked forward to spending the day with her again.

'Rose, don't push me away. I'm grieving too.'

'Grieving? She wasn't your mother.' Rose moaned, almost out of breathe. She felt a sharp pain across her stomach yet again and then gasped for air. It felt as though she was in labour.

She screamed slightly and her breathing grew faster and rapid.

'Jack.' she shouted. Her offered her his hand and pulled her up. Where she had been sat was a large patch of blood. Jack glanced at her dress and saw she was covered in blood. Worry struck him and tears poured rapidly from his eyes, he panicked and his heart had never beat as fast.

'Rose, what's wrong?'

Rose could feel herself becoming weaker, that and the feeling of something wet between her legs. With one last rush of pain struck through her, she passed out in her husbands arms.

Terrified, Jack scooped her in his arms and rushed out the room to find s doctor. The same doctor came rushing over and laid her on a bed in another room. Jack was asked to step outside while other doctors examined her.

Jack paced the hall for an hour. Tears spilled from his eyes, he was terrified of losing Rose too. How could he go on? Without his wife. How could Megan go on without her mother.

Jack thought of all possible scenarios of what could be wrong. He thought he was going to lose her, he was shaking so bad. He thought of Ruth and how worried she would have been if she was here. He couldn't breathe very well. He had to sit down and attempt to gain some control over his body and emotions.

After just over an hour the doctor stepped out from the room and had a sombre look on his face, he wrung his hands before glancing over his spectacles.

'I'm afraid your wife lost the baby.' He spoke.

Jack squinted through his tears. Rose wasn't pregnant. He though he had misheard the doctor.

'Baby? What baby?'

'You're wife was five months pregnant, Mr Dawson. I thought you knew.'

Jack shook his head and glanced at the floor. Pain shot through him like he'd never felt before. He'd just lost his child, his and Rose's child. He hadn't even known it had existed. They had always been so careful so that Rose wouldn't become pregnant again so soon after Meggie was born.

'I'm sorry Mr Dawson. Maybe you should take a seat?' The doctor suggested seeing Jacks state.

Jack shook his head and felt another rush of pain overcome him. He felt like screaming at the top of his lungs, he felt like crying his heart out. But he knew he had to stay strong for Rose and Meggie. Now more than ever.

Rose had lost her mother and child in one day. This day would take a lot to get over, the pain would take a lot to overcome.

'Can I see my wife?' Jack asked, his voice shaking.

'She's in there Mr Dawson. She is resting. Please don't wake her. She has had a very traumatic day.' Jack nodded and entered the room and shut the door quietly so not to disturb her.

He could feel tears rushing down his face, he hushed his sobs and sat beside his Rose on the bed.

She was asleep, he knew that. Colour had drained from her cheeks and her lipstick was still visible on her lips, her hair cascaded around her shoulders. God he loved her so much. Gently, he reached for her hand and kissed it softly before stifling another sob.

She looked so peaceful, just the way he loved to see her. He hated to see her cry, he could never bear it. But he knew that when she awoke she would be weeping again and probably would be for the next few months.

Five months pregnant? How could he not have known. Rose had talked of gaining weight for a few weeks now, she had been sick most mornings but blamed the stress of moving, he had seen her nude when they made love and had even noticed a difference in her body.

They had not planned a baby yet but there's no way he wanted this to happen. Jack knew he would love all of his children, no matter what happened.

Images rushed to Jack of whether it would have been a boy or girl. Who it would have looked like. He could imagine Megan holding her new sibling and been so happy.

Pain overcome Jack like never before. This was something he thought he would never experience, the death of his child.

Jack glanced back up at Rose and smiled through his pain. He would be there for her, he would help her through. Together they would grieve.

Four hours later, Rose awoke from her deep sleep. She found she was no longer in pain, she imagined she was pregnant and had lost the baby.

She was slightly distorted at first to where she was, who was holding her hand and what the weight was on the side of the bed.

It was Jack, he was holding her hand tightly and was asleep on the chair beside her. Rose smiled a little and moved a little to make herself comfortable when a pain shocked her.

'Shit.' She cursed, grabbing her stomach.

Jack awoke immediately. His eyes were red and swollen from all of the crying he had done. Jack stood to rearrange Rose's pillows to ease her back pain.

'Are you alright?' Jack asked rather cautiously knowing Rose may not want to talk about it. Did she even know?

'Yes I'm fine. Its just-the pain.'

'I know.' Jack nodded and immediately placed a comforting arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer than ever before.

'Its real isn't it Jack? All of this is real? I didn't dream?'

Jack nodded and Rose buried her head in his shirt and began to cry silent tears. She felt empty and hollow now. Her baby was gone. She felt as though she had failed Jack and her family and mostly she had failed herself as a mother.

Jack too, began to weep silently. He couldn't be the strong person he thought he was. He was experiencing pain and emotions so strong he could barely breathe.

'I didn't know Jack. I didn't know I was pr-'Rose trailed off and sobbed into Jack's shirt. He could feel her body shaking vigorously. He wished with all his heart he could dry her eyes and take the pain away but he knew this was something they both had to deal with.

'I know. We both didn't know Rosie. I don't blame you.' Jack automatically regretted the words as soon as he'd spoke them.

Rose raised her head from Jack's arms and glanced at him.

'You don't?' She thought he would blame her.

Jacks eyes widened with shock. He grabbed Rose's hand and placed it on his heart and he touched her mourning face gently. How could she even think that?

'Rosie. How can you even think that? How dare you even think that. I don't blame you now or ever. This was no ones fault Rose. Do you understand me?'

Rose nodded and shamefully hung her head slightly. Jack touched her chin and brought her face to his.

'Losing this child is the worst thing to happen to us. We almost died on Titanic, we found each other. You found your mother before she died. She wouldn't want you to be this upset Rosie. I know its hard, I know. I wish I could just take all of the pain away. But I cant, we have to mourn and grief first before our wounds can be healed. We have had some traumatic events in our lives Rose and we're still very young. But whenever anything happens, there I'll be, alongside you.

Rose nodded taking in this information.

'I love you darling, I love you so much Rosie and I cant bare to see you cry. I never could. I know its hard to think of better things right now but we have to pull through. Christmas is weeks away and so is our second anniversary Rose.'

Jack laughed through his tears. He wanted to surprise Rose for Christmas, he wanted to make it one to remember.

December 20th 1914

Today Jack and I laid my mother and child to rest. We buried them at a small lovely church here in Los Angeles.

Mother had left Jack, Megan and I letters. She also left us $30,000 from the money she got from when she sold the house back in Philadelphia.

Jack says he has no idea what to do with that kind of money but Jack and I have decided that maybe its time we moved on after the New Year. Do some travelling like we always wanted and once Meggie is two she will be able to remember the adventures she will have.

Jack has given his notice in at the building company, neither of us will need to work now for a very long time. Jack feels as though the money isn't his but I reassured him it is ours.

Phil doesn't want us to leave saying that we're like his family. I will miss him dearly too but there is a big wide world out there and I want to explore every inch of it just like Jack and I talked about.

I would love to go to Italy and maybe Paris again but see it better this time, not just through hotel windows.

I haven't cried since the day I lost the baby. I have tried to make myself cry but I cant. I feel I haven't mourned their deaths very well but I do miss my mother already. It wasn't fair how we had two days together and then she was taken from me. But God knows how grateful I am she met Meggie and how much she loved her. I would love for her to have seen her grow but maybe God decided it was her time to go. But I am glad for those days my mother and I had. Before I saw her for the last time she told me she didn't know when we would meet again so maybe she knew she was going to pass on. I do hope her and her Samuel are reunited. I have always have a deep believing in the afterlife and that our loved ones around us all the time. I feel my father some days.

The miscarriage hit Jack very hard. He hasn't said much in days, I feel heartless for feeling I have to move on so soon but I feel its what is the best. I love my child dearly and would do anything to have met it. No pain is worse than that of losing your child. But I have to continue to be strong for my Meggie.

Enclosed are the letters from my mother for Jack, Meggie and I.

Rose Dawson.

Los Angeles. CA.

My dearest Rose.

How can I begin to describe how happy I am that you came back into my life. I am so proud of you, my Rose, for everything.

I hope you can be happy now. I hope you can forgive me for all I made you do as a child. I hope you can forgive me for forcing you into marriage with Mr Hockley, for making you feel guilty and for making your life close to a misery. I was never a good mother Rose, not really.

When you was a young child I would look at you and saw how you looked at your father and I envied that. And today I saw just how Meggie looked at you and Jack. It was the same look as you gave your father. You worshipped the ground he walked on. It was then I realised you are no longer a child, but a woman, a mother, a wife. A happy mother and wife, which in this day and age is a very rare thing. Hold onto it Rose, and don't ever let go.

I feel I will not be on this earth for much longer. I'm tired Rose. I'm tired of fighting this terrible disease, I'm tired of the pain and the pills they give me which have never worked.

I just wish to be reunited with my love. I feel he waits patiently for me.

Look after your family Rose. don't make the same mistakes I did. Care for your children and your Jack. He is a worthy man.

I would like to thank you for bringing my granddaughter into my life.

I will go now Rose.

We will meet again one day.

Until then I bid you goodbye and goodnight.

Take care,

Love always, your mother.

Ruth Dewitt Bukater.

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Dear Jack,

I will just start by apologizing for what my words and actions may have been on the Titanic. I should accepted a long time ago that you would make my daughter happy and that you were right for my daughter.

You are a very lucky man, you have the most beautiful woman in the world with your ring on her finger.

Look after her Jack, keep her safe.

Look after Meggie, she's the sweetest thing I have ever seen. The way she looks at you, she adores you.

I fear my time will come very soon, I am writing to wish you well in your future. Maybe someday you will become a famous artist as Rose predicted.

Good luck Jack.

Ruth Dewitt Bukater.

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My dearest Meggie,

By the time you read this you will have grown into a very beautiful young woman.

I was your Nana. I loved you with all my heart, you are the most special thing in the world to me. I hope you live well, young Megan. Do well and follow your heart always.

Enclosed is my engagement ring to your grandfather, maybe it will bring you a small fortune in time, or just something to remember your Nana by.

Love always,

Nana.