AUTHOR'S NOTE - Here's the next one then, guys. I won't drag on with boring writing like the last chapter, this one will be better, but I do love suspence! Mwahahahaha!

*Awkward cough* Anyway, happy reading!

July 20th 1912

Rose's POV

I was angry. I didn't have a good reason why, I didn't need a good reason why. I was just angry. The slightest little thing would set me off in recent days, anything. From a plate left unwashed in the sink to Honey's constant panic attacks. Before I'd always been patient with that dog, I'd soothed her and comforted her through her fears, but now I suddenly had no patience for her. I'd yell at her, I'd ignore her, I'd mutter curses under my breath as I stormed from the room as she began whimpering. I must have seemed like a monster, but I couldn't help it.

"Oh, for goodness' sake, Honey!" I screeched as she skidded into the kitchen with her muddy paws, all over my just cleaned kitchen floor. Shooing her out with the bristly end of a broom, I stared at the muddy prints on the floor and sighed. Throwing my mop down angrily, I stomped out of the kitchen into the living room. I couldn't be bothered anymore.

I stayed slumped on the sofa for the rest of the afternoon, staring into space. I was fuming, Why should I have to clean up Honey's dirty paw tracks? I didn't make them. And I decided I'd had enough of slave work. It makes me wonder how much of a monster I could have been, but a part of me wished I was back living my rich life. At least then I wouldn't be cleaning up after a cowardly dog all day. I was sick of working all day.

I'd had to resign from my job that week, my mood swings were taking their toll on the children I was teaching. I'd reduced one poor little girl to tears by loosing patience with her and shouting at her for doing the mime exercises wrong. I'd immediately been shocked by my behaviour and Rachel had gently suggested that it was best for me to leave work and rest for the remainder of my pregnancy. (Alright, a quick author's note, it's very rare I do this, but just to put you straight, there was no maternity leave in those days. Women had to quit their jobs. Rachel didn't make Rose leave because she's her friend as well as her ) boss)I snorted at the memory. Rest. Yeah, right.

At three months pregnant my stomach was starting to show a small round bump which was hard to hide. I remembered Madeleine Astor and how she'd tried in vain to hide her pregnancy. I wasn't going to hide mine, people were friendly round here and would congratulate you, but I couldn't help feeling gloomy at my extra weight.

I was still in a bad mood when Jack came home from work hours later. I didn't say anything, just continued to stare at nothing.

"Rose, what's wrong?" Jack asked, sitting down next to me.

"What's wrong?" I repeated, not looking at him. "What's wrong is I'm fed up. I'm sick of cleaning and working and constantly picking up the mess that dog creates, that's what's wrong!"

I enphisised the words "that dog" with disgust and loathing that I didn't even feel. Jack knew I didn't mean it. I adored Honey like she was my child. It was the extra hormones speaking.

"Rose, you don't mean that" Jack said, knowing I wasn't serious.

"I do!" I snapped back at him. "Just look what she's done to the kitchen! I spent ages cleaning the floor and she goes and wrecks it with her muddy paws! Well I've had enough of cleaning up after her! I'm sick and tired of doing nothing but work!"

I was exadurating. To be truthful, I didn't spend too much time cleaning the house, I'd made a routine of taking Honey for a walk in the feilds, I loved reading and writing, and I would sometimes dance around the house singing to myself whilst I worked. But I didn't care about those hobbies right then. I only saw work.

"And it's not like I get much help from you, either!" I continued.

"Well I've been at work all day, and I help you when I am here" Jack protested.

"No you don't!"

I was lying again. To be fair, Jack had willingly agreed to work some extra hours to make up for my lost wage, but he did help me out when he could.

We argued for several minutes, mainly me complaining and throwing wild accusations and Jack trying to convince me I was getting worked up over nothing. Which I was, but wouldn't admit.

"Oh, just leave me alone!" I shouted finally when I couldn't think of a good enough comment.

"Fine, I will!" Jack replied, and stormed from the house, slamming the door behind him. I immediately regretted it, hating myself for telling him to leave me alone. But I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of me admitting I was wrong. I didn't run after him, I sat down on the sofa with my arms folded, a determined look on my face, like a child who hadn't be allowed her own way.

It was amazing how little time it took for me to end up sprawled on the sofa, hugging a cushion and crying my heart out. I suddenly felt a cold wet nose nuzzle my neck. I looked up and saw Honey's golden face looking at me innocently. I pulled her up on the sofa, forgetting I was doing the very thing we'd so painstakingly trained her not to do. I hugged her tight and sobbed into her soft fur. She just let me cry into her, licking my tears away when I finally calmed down.

I sat up, my arms still wrapped around Honey, and sighed. I hadn't meant to yell like that, I didn't know what had come over me. I anxiously ran over in my head what I'd say when Jack finally decided to come back. I'd get down on my knees and say I was sorry a million times if I had to. Just to take my mind off things, I finally cleaned up the kitchen floor, having to work harder now as the mud had dried. Serves me right, I thought to myself. Suddenly, I heard a key unlock the front door. Breathing deeply, I walked into the hall and waited for Jack to come in. I gasped when the door opened. It wasn't Jack.

It was Cal.