Henry had been surprised, when Rose had told him about her mother and Molly. He had thought that her parents had died long ago as Rose had never mentioned them.

Maybe he really should've asked her more questions about her past?

Rose had invited them for supper today.

At least Andy was very excited to meet his grandmother. His parental grandparents had already died long ago.

Henry however asked himself, why his wife had never told him about her mother.

"I just hope that you and mother will get along darling," Rose told him while they waited for Ruth and Molly.

Henry Calvert wasn't like Jack however. He didn't dig any further into things. He figured that if his wife wanted to tell him she would, he didn't want to push her into anything. Henry didn't think for one moment that Rose would've wanted him to ask her more questions. True she didn't want a jealous husband like Cal, but she felt kind of left out with someone like Henry. That he never wanted to know anything even being it out of not wanting to pry, it seemed to her as if he didn't care at all. And that hurt her.

"I'm sure she will. I can't wait to meet her in person."

It had been two weeks since the birthday of Zita and Rose hadn't dared to meet with Jack again. Her time with him was over. She finally had to accept that.

Rose had put on a nice dress and taken a pearl necklace.

"You look great darling," Henry told her kissing her on her right cheek.

His voice seemed so faked up again. Rose knew that he did have feelings for her; he did care for her and their son. He loved them in his own way. Just why couldn't he show it more often?

Rose understood herself that she was being unfair always comparing Henry with Jack. The man making it up to Jack didn't exist.

Oh how wonderful his touch had felt, when they hugged outside Fabrizio's restaurant.

She had realized very quickly however that Jack's daughter Cora must've seen them. Her words later at her had made that very clear.

She hates me.

Rose felt bad. Of course unlike her sister Cora was old enough to sense that something was going on between her father and her. She really didn't want to rob the children of their father, but she just couldn't rid of her feelings for him.

"Darling, is everything alright with you?" she heard Henry's voice snapping out of her daydream.

"Of course," she said forcing a smile.

Henry was satisfied.

Jack would've known that I'm lying; he would've asked me further questions.

Again Henry stood out bad against him.

Andy had come down as well. His father had told him to wear one of his best clothes. Andy of course had obliged though he felt uncomfortable in them.

"When is grandmother going to come?" he asked.

"She should be here every…" Rose started, but didn't get to finish her sentence they were already there.

"Looks like they are already there," Rose got out going over to the door and opened them.

"Hello mother, Molly, I'm glad you could come."

"Of course my dear, I couldn't wait to meet my grandson," Ruth told her.

Rose had told her about Jack as well and Ruth knew that he was married. It had been pretty obvious from Gisela's outburst he wasn't free anymore. Ruth wondered, if her daughter had still feelings for him. Of course she had, otherwise she wouldn't have kissed him.

Rose led her mother and Molly inside.

"Mother, Molly this is my family my husband Henry and my son Andy."

They sat down at the table afterwards.

"So you're my grandson. It's nice to meet you in person," Ruth told him. "Here I've brought you something."

Ruth had him a new ball.

"I hope you like it. I've been told that you like to play soccer with your friends."

"Of course thank you grandmother," he said to her.

Molly and Ruth sensed that Andy didn't want to sit with them at the table.

"I guess you would want to play now, right Andy?" Molly spoke up.

Andy didn't dare to say anything. He was looking over at his father trying to make out his reaction. Henry nodded approvingly.

"Thank you again grandmother and Aunt Molly."

Molly had told him that he shouldn't call her Mrs. Brown before.

Andy made his way up the stairs with his present in hands.

"You did raise him very well," Ruth told her Rose and Henry.

"Thank you mother."

They were eating rice and steaks, which their cook had made up.

"But now I think we're all eager to know how you two met," Ruth spoke up again.

Molly nodded.

She had watched Rose and Henry throughout the whole dinner and it was quite obvious to her that the undying love that existed between Jack and Rose didn't between those two.

"May I darling?" Henry asked her.

"Of course darling," Rose told him.

Molly instantly realized how false her voice sounded.

"We met at a reception. Rose here had just been widowed and well she wasn't about her husband's death so far, but I'm glad that I was the one she opened her heart up to again," he explained to them.

When Henry mentioned the word husband, Molly shot Ruth a knowing look, but neither one said anything. They simply played along with the story.

Ruth realized again just how much Jack Dawson must've meant to her daughter, if she had even pretended to be his wife.

Rose kissed her husband slightly on the cheek, both Ruth and Molly noted that it wasn't a kiss out of love.

"How sweet," Molly stated not knowing what else to say.

"Andy wasn't born about two years later."

"Did you ever think about having more children?" Ruth wanted to know.

For a moment Rose was taken aback by that question. If she had thought about having more children? Of course she had, just not with Henry.

"You know mother the birth of Henry wasn't that easy for me," she went for the diplomatic way. "So well I actually never thought about having more children."

She hoped that her mother would get the hint.

"Of course my dear I understand."

Henry told them about his work in Cal's company later. Again no one said anything. Both Ruth and Molly wondered however, what else Rose had kept from her husband. It surely didn't make their marriage look very good that she would keep these things from him.

"Mr. Hockley is a very great employer," Henry spoke up.

No one said anything, though they all knew better. Caledon Hockley may have been a good businessman, but he certainly wasn't a good person.

Henry kept talking and talking about his work, while Molly and Ruth were forcing smiles in between. Both were bored.

When the dinner finally ended, everyone was glad. Other than Henry no one had really enjoyed it.

…

Molly decided to visit Jack at his work once more and talk with him about Rose.

"I hope you've time for me Jack."

Jack signed knowing quite well what this was all about.

Molly invited him to her home. She had told Ruth of her plans before and had told her to go out. She wanted to talk with Jack alone.

But she did tell Jack that she was living here with Rose's mother.

"Oh," he only choked out.

"Ruth has changed Jack. Cal has thrown her out after…well after it was clear that Rose wouldn't return," Molly explained to him.

Jack didn't answer anything.

"However I didn't bring you here for that. You know that Jack right?"

"I guess, yes I do."

Molly looked him up and down. No wonder that Rose still had feelings for him.

"Rose still loves you Jack."

Jack turned his head to look at her.

"I know that she told me."

Molly waited for him to continue, but he didn't.

"And what about you?"

"What should be?" he asked back pretending that he didn't know.

"Oh please Jack, come on. You know very well. Do you still have feelings for her?"

Jack turned away from her, looking out of the window.

"I don't know," he got out.

Yes, he still had feelings for her. But he wouldn't admit it to himself. After all he had a wife and children now.

"You still love her Jack. Don't you?"

Jack didn't answer anything.

"And what if I did, Molly? We can't be together. Gisela and my children…"

"Jack I know that you love your family, but…do really want to spend your whole life with…," she stopped herself.

How should she put it without sounding too harsh against his wife and his children?

"Rose and you belong together Jack. I've always known this. Rose does it too. And I believe you as well."

"Fabrizio told me the same. He also thinks that I would be better off with her. But it just can't be now."

"You mean because you're married now Jack?"

"Yes and I love my family."

Molly could tell that Jack's mind was in turmoil. It was clear to her that he still loved Rose, but felt committed to his family.

"I mean, if fate would've wanted us to be together don't you think that we would've been long ago?" he asked her.

Molly shook her head. He just didn't understand.

"If you see it from this point of view Jack, well then I too have a question for you."

Jack looked at her stunned, wondering what she was about to ask him.

"Don't you think Jack that you two wouldn't even have met again after so many years if fate wouldn't have wanted you to be together?"

Jack didn't know what to answer.

"You don't have to say anything to that now Jack. Just think about it."