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Dressed in a long sleeved navy blue dress and matching hat, Rose waited to see the ships doctor.

She was obviously nervous and could feel her heart pounding. It wasn't that she was scared of seeing the doctor, she was scared of what the problem could be.

Rose sighed nervously and she felt Jack's hand on the small of her back. This was enough to reassure her it would be alright no matter what, because Jack was here.

The doctors office was very tiny, not even an office just more like a room with books, a desk and a few seats.

'Mrs Dawson. I will see you know.' A bearded man called.

Rose nodded. She turned to Jack.

'You go ahead darling. I'll be right here.' Rose nodded again and dragged her feet inside the office. She felt alone and scared as soon as the door closed. Nervously, she took a seat and shifted her eyes about the room before finally staring the doctor in the eye.

'I'm Dr Thompson, Mrs Dawson. No need to look so nervous. You're husband told me what the symptoms are all I need to do is to confirm my suspicions.'

Rose frowned confused little. But she nodded.

'What are your suspicions Dr Thompson.?' Rose asked, her voice timid.

'Nothing to worry about, I can assure you that.'

Rose relaxed a little while the doctor preformed a few procedures. Some of them she felt she'd had before.

Once finished, Rose was ordered to come back an hour later for the results.

Rose left the office to find Jack stood over a rail, smoking a cigarette. She laughed at once, he hadn't smoked in years. He looked as though he was trying to hide it but once he caught her eye he held up his hands in defeat.

'Alright you caught me.' Jack laughed. 'its been so long, I miss the smell.'

Rose nodded. 'its fine. I have to come back in an hour to find the results out but the doctor said its nothing serious. I hope not anyway.'

'it wont be Rosie. I promise. Do you want me to come back with you later?'

'Oh no I'll be fine.'

'So come on then Rose. We have a daughter to feed.'

Rose laughed as Jack took her hand and led them to the diner for lunch.

Megan was her usual excited self and eat her dinner as if she'd never eaten before. Jack reminded her of her table manners but no one else seemed to mind, they were all amused by the little girl.

'Come on then darling, lets go back to our room.' Jack called to Megan.

'Do we have to? Its so dull.' Megan bowed her head. She hated been cooped up in the room, she wanted to be where they adventure was.

'Yes we do sweetie. I'm sorry but Auntie Shelly and Uncle Martin need time on their own too you know.'

'She's no trouble.' Martin piped in. 'She's a little diamond.' He rubbed Megan's hair.

'She's my playmate.' Andy announced, they all chuckled.

'Can Andy come and play daddy?' Megan's eyes lit up. 'Please can he?'

Jack saw his daughters pleading eyes and saw how happy she was. How could he say no? She was so innocent and knew nothing of what was going on in the world. She just wanted an adventure and to have fun. There was nothing wrong with that.

'Of course.' Jack laughed.

'Woo.' Megan and Andy joined hands and began to skip down the deck together.

'Are you sure?' Shelly asked.

'Its fine, you guys. Now go have time alone. You need it.'

They both nodded and walked away while Jack followed his daughter and Andy and watched them and how happy they were, he had to laugh. They were so young and happy, he couldn't imagine either of them to ever be upset.

Jack's mind thought to Rose, she was at the doctors alone. He knew she hated it but she had insisted to go alone.

It had entered Jack's mind that she could be pregnant. The symptoms seemed the same as last time, but he was unsure and was more worried than anything.

With Megan now old enough to understand, Jack longed for another child. He would love a son but just to be blessed with another child would be amazing. His heart ached that he couldn't give Rose another child so soon, they had been trying for so long and he was scared there could be complications especially after the miscarriage three years before.

'My suspicions are indeed confirmed, Mrs Dawson.' The doctor smiled.

'And what suspicions are they Doctor?' Rose asked, somewhat nervously.

'Mrs Dawson, you are with child.'

Rose choked a little and sat forward. With child? She couldn't be.

'I'm sure there has to be some sort of mistake doctor? I am in fact still regular.' Rose didn't even blush when she said this.

'Some women do, Mrs Dawson. Pregnant women are all very different. Their bodies deal with pregnancies in different ways. The signs are sometimes unclear, but here you are indeed pregnant. Around three months along.'

Rose nodded. She thanked the doctor and exited the room in a haze. Rose had prayed so hard for this moment for so long and had imagined breaking the news to him so many times. But as she left the office she didn't know whether to scream in happiness or to just sit down and cry.

Yes this is what she wanted, for so long now. But now it had happened. She was worried. Worried of losing the baby, of been pregnant on the ship. Her legs were shaky and she gripped the rail for some stability.

Rose gazed out to the distance, all ahead was gorgeous blue sea. No land was visible. Images of Titanic entered her head and she felt hazy, the sun was strong on her head and she felt dizzy and weak.

Rose awoke to find her head throbbing like never before. She was surrounded by the doctor and Jack and a few other people she didn't know.

'What?' Rose asked. 'What? Where am I?'

'You passed out my dear. Right in my arms.' The doctor grinned.

'I must be on my way. Now make sure she stays indoors for a few days and she must drink a lot of water, she needs rest and a good dinner.' The doctor shook Jack's hand and he then left.

'Oh God.' Rose tugged at her hair and unpinned it, letting it flow down.

'Megan?' She asked Jack, panicking.

'Don't worry, she's in the next room playing with Andy. She saw nothing.' Jack laughed.

Rose nodded and sent a shooting pain through her head.

'I cant wait to dock. This ship. This room. I just want to be there Jack. I cannot stand this anymore.'

'I know, I know.' Jack soothed and sat beside her and held her hand. Jack smiled a little and Rose saw this.

'What's wrong? Why are you so happy?' Rose asked.

'I know Rose.' Jack grinned.

'You know what? What do you know?' Rose snapped. She hated not knowing.

'I know about the baby Rose. Dr Thompson told me.' Jack squeezed Rose's hand. 'he thought I knew but I didn't. We're going to have another baby Rose.'

Rose's breathe become caught in her throat and tears rolled down her cheeks as Jack pulled her closer to him. He kissed her cheek and then her head gently.

He felt as though his heart could soar. All of the pain he had put himself through, all of the cursing for thinking he could never give Rose another baby, and now here they were about to become parents again.

Rose sniffled and then began to laugh. 'I'm so happy Jack. I don't want this to be ever taken away.'

'It wont Rose, trust me.'

For the first time in years, Jack had told her to trust him. She nodded and hugged him again. She knew she trusted him , but to hear him say it brought back so many memories.

Rose could feel her heart banging in her chest. She was so happy and could not wait to become a mother again.

That evening, Jack and Rose broke the news to Meggie that she would be a big sister and Megan had cried with happiness. That night she fell asleep with her head on Rose's stomach while singing to her unborn sibling. Rose too had fallen asleep like this and for the first time in a while, Jack took out his sketchbook and began to draw.

The ship docked in Sydney, Australia on the 18th of March 1918, a few days later than planned.

Rose was just glad to get her feet back on dry land and was still very excited about the thought that in six months time she would have another baby.

This left Jack worried about getting them a place to settle where they could raise the baby. The had a lot to do. They hadn't really thought this plan over when they planned to escape. They hadn't expected Rose to actually be pregnant again even after their many months of trying. It never entered his mind she may already be pregnant.

Jack was just glad to know he wouldn't have to fight in that damn war and he would be at home safe with his family. The thought of him having to go to France on the front line was enough to get himself into action and sort out their lives.

Sydney was a beautiful place, very warm all year around. The Dawson's settled in north Sydney near the Mona Vale beach.

The houses there were mostly holiday houses but with the money leftover, Jack rented a decent sized house where his family could stay.

Mona Vale was a suburb not far from main Sydney central. It had two primary schools, one high school, a park, a library and a variety of shops. It had two beaches nearby one named the Basin.

The view from the house were stunning especially at sunset, the brilliant rays of yellow, red and orange lighting up the sky above the cliffs and the blue sea. It was like heaven.

The house was two stories high with a kitchen, dining room and living room downstairs and three bedrooms and a bathroom upstairs.

The Dawson's had little furniture only their beds and the crib which had been Meggie's when she was a baby. Just to look at it brought back so many memories from years ago when Rose had been pregnant with Meggie and Phil had suggested he and Jack build a crib as a surprise for Rose and she had caught them.

Over the next month or so, the Dawson's and Booth's settled into life in Sydney.

April 15th 1918

Dear diary,

Today once again I feel the great sadness of the tragedy which occurred six years ago to the day.

For six years I have known Jack.

Some days it feels just like yesterday others it seems a lot longer than six years.

But I am still only 23 years of age. I am still a young woman with ambitions to fill.

Jack and I lit a candle in church today, in memory of the souls lost, in memory of my mother and my child and in memory of the souls lost in this horrendous war.

Just before I left Los Angeles I received a telegram from my dear friend Anne in New York.

She is a newlywed and her husband Earl has been drafted and she has signed up to become a nurse just to be closer to him and she has been sent to France. I have heard and read horror stories of conditions on the Western Front. I am forever grateful Jack will never be near there. The trauma is enough just by reading the newspapers. Morale is supposedly high in the trenches, how on earth can it be with the number of deaths and casualties?

I am now in my fourth month of my pregnancy, my bump is somewhat visible and Jack could not be more thrilled. With the amount of heartache we have endured in recent times we need some happiness.

Jack would love a son whereas Meggie has made it perfectly clear she wants a little sister.

Jack has found a spot on Mona Vale beach nearby where he finds work.

The beach is a tourist spot so every Wednesday morning Jack takes Meggie to school and heads to the beach or we'll go down early and watch the sunrise together in the horizon. It's almost magical there.

Shelly, Martin and Andy love it here. Its like paradise. I could not have done without them these past few months they're almost like family.

As for Meggie well she could adjust in a heartbeat. I love to watch my daughter grow, she's such a perfect little girl. Jack dotes on her, she is his angel. She is the apple of his eye, which is why I am thrilled to be able to give him another child, he had been nothing but the greatest father. We become parents young and he has supported his family always just as he said he would.

I just wish my mother could have been here to watch Megan grow. I miss her dearly. For the three years we were apart she changed her life around and she was taken away from me after so little time together.

Last night, Jack and I wept. The pain still as fresh as it was six years ago. I lost so much that night but gained so much more. I think to myself how my life almost took another path. Jack may not have lived, the ship may have missed the iceberg, Jack could have lost the poker game. So many what ifs. I often think of Cal whether he married and inherited the millions from her father and maybe even had a heir to his children.

Fate is a funny thing.

I have just felt the baby kick for the first time. It has all just hit me all over again just how fortunate I am. I will now go tell my Jack.

Rose Dawson.

Closing her diary, Rose hurried desperately to the front porch where Jack worked intently on a drawing of the front yard. She could feel her stomach turn and then flutter as her unborn child kicked repeatedly.

'Jack' Rose squealed.

Her squeal was enough to break Jack's concentration from his drawing and immediately run up the front porch and almost collided with Rose who held her stomach and had a brilliant smile upon her face.

'What's wrong?' Jack was breathless.

'Jack the baby just kicked for the first time. It's kicking so much.'

Jack's lips curved into a smile and Rose guided his hand to her middle and he felt his child's tiny kicks. Tears pricked in their eyes.

'Wow' Jack sighed.

'I know'

'Looks as if we'll have ours hands full again with this little one' Jack laughed and Rose took a seat on the porch steps. She took in her surroundings.

The pretty front yard, covered with flowers, a blooming apple tree and various palm trees.

The view was amazing. It was almost sunset and the sky was beginning to glow orange.

It was late autumn in Australia. But the weather was still hot and sticky and it rarely even rained and the sun was still warm.

Jack sat beside Rose on the porch steps and took her hand in his sensing her sadness.

'I know Rose.' he spoke, breaking the silence.

'It seems like yesterday, then I look at Megan and realise just how long ago it really was.'

Jack nodded. He stroked her hand tenderly.

'And now we're here. In another country, escaping another disaster. This dammed war. I feel selfish for the fact I can actually have you here with me. Other women have children and they have husbands fighting out there in the blasted war. Their dying one by one. Children losing fathers, women losing husbands, parents losing children. How much worse could it be?'

Rose had to calm her breathing from getting herself so worked up.

'I know Rose. But it will all be over soon. Trust me.'

The warm breeze blew gently across their faces flowing the smell of lavender to their nostrils.

'And we're to have another baby.'

Jacks face lit up just at the slightest mention of the fact he would become a father again.

'Jack when I was growing up I loved to dance, to act and sing. To pretend to e someone else and lose myself in that character. That passion never went away. But I reminisce now and my entire life seems to be in two parts. Up to sailing on Titanic that part of my life seems like a false pretence and now this is real.

This is unpredictable. I live in Australia, I boarded another ship, I'm married and almost a mother of two.

If seven years ago I would have known this I would have thought this was the false part.'

Rose smiled to herself.

'But this is it now Rosie. We'll raise our family freely. I don't want them to be unhappy. I don't want you to be unhappy.'

'I've never been unhappy with you Jack. Times have been hard I know but I don't regret my decision. All of the people who said we were fools, just because we were young and in love. But that love was real and it still is. Our babies wont be raised with restrictions like I was. They can be who they want to be. You make sure of that, we make each day count, Jack. You taught me what happiness was. You bring us happiness. You are the most wonderful father and husband I could ask for Jack.'

Jack smiled slightly.

'And you're a wonderful woman Rose.'

He encircled his arms around her waist and kissed her hair gently. He remembered how they had stood like this so many years before when they had been at the bow of Titanic. Tears pricked in his eyes at the memory. He had known then he had loved her and hasn't stopped since. His stomach turned at the memory and he remembered their first kiss, her ballsy announcement of her wanting him to draw her nude. He still remembered how nervous he was when she had walked out from her bedroom dressed in just a kimono which left nothing much to the imagination. He remembered how exactly five years before he and Rose had been in Santa Monica.

Rose had loved it there and Jack swore when the blasted war was over he would take her back their to raise their children.