I have found that my love for this story has returned so I have decided to try and put my original ending idea onto it. There is only a few chapters maybe five at most so I hope you like them :) This chapter is short but I just needed to write something before including the next chapter. Review if you would like me to continue :)

August 1922

Jack navigated his eyes from the drawing before him and looked to see his two sons playing together in the centre of the room. For a second, his heart melted and a small smile crept across his face. To say there was quite an age gap between them, five years, they loved each other so much. Jack had often heard siblings fought like mad, but his children rarely did and the few times they had squabbled it had been over something such as who stole who's teddy bear. The youngest Harry was just finding his way in the world at almost three, he found everything to be amazing and interesting whereas William had been a quiet baby, happy to sit and play alone. William took care of Harry in everyway and they slept in the same bed, no matter how many times either Jack or Rose had placed them in separate beds, they always ended up waking up in the same bed. Shaking his head, Jack picked up his charcoal and glanced at the half finished drawing before him. He scratched his head, after watching his sons, he felt as though he had lost complete interest in the project, in fact he had forgotten what he was drawing in the first place. Sighing, he screwed up the paper and lobbed it in the direction of the open fire which threw out warmth for the entire room. The post arrived at that moment and both Will and Harry started for the letterbox arguing over who would take it to their father.

'Hey, calm down you two.' Jack half smiled. William handed several letters to Jack.

'There you go dad.' Jack thanked him, stroking a small tuft of his sons blonde mop. He thumbed through them and saw the usual bills and junk until he came across a hand written letter addressed to both him and Rose. Frowning, he thumbed open the letter.

Jack and Rose,

I'm sorry it has taken so long to write to you. It has taken me a long time to accept that my Fabrizio isn't coming back. The children are eight now and the exact image of their father. I settled in Italy with Fabri's family until his mother sadly passed away earlier in the year. I would like to invite you both to come stay with me in Italy, I have my own small place and would love to see the you both, it has been too long and I still consider you both true friends.

Hope you are well,

All my love,

Maria

Jack was in shock. He hadn't heard from Maria since she had moved to Italy. The back of the postcard was stamped from Santa Monica so Jack guessed it had been forwarded from their old address. Rose walked into the house, shopping bags in both of her hands. Jack glanced up to her with a smile on his face. She wore a knee length beige dress with short sleeves and her hair swept back into a bun. She placed the shopping bags on the floor and immediately the children ran and dove into the bags to see if she had purchased anything for them but all she had was clothes for herself. Letter in hand, he came towards her pecking her cheek causing her too to smile.

'Something interesting happened today.' Jack told her, Rose stopped rummaging her bags, intrigued.

'Really? Like what?'

Jack handed her the letter from Maria. Quickly she read over the print and she too was floored. 'Oh my God…six years its taken her to contact us.'

Jack nodded taking the letter from Rose. 'She said herself she had a hard time excepting Fabrizio's death.'

Rose nodded and grew quiet. She glanced over to the children who had discovered their fathers charcoal and paper. 'We simply cant go to Italy. What about the children? What about my work and the gallery?'

Jack shrugged, sighing. 'I can close the theatre for a few weeks.' Jack said casually. In the back of his mind, he knew they couldn't just up and leave like they used to when they first met and travelled. They had the children and the house as well as work, there was too much to leave.

'Jack I'd like to see her again too.' Rose wiped her brow, feeling the sweat from the warm summers day. 'I just…I don't want the children boarding a ship.' She confessed, even though it was ten years since they were on Titanic she still felt the same chill and was haunted by the nightmares. Poor Tommy, as well as Sharon who never saw her unborn child. 'No, Jack. I wont let the kids on a ship.'

To turn her attention away from the conversation, she picked up her bags finding her way to the bedroom which she shared with Jack.

'Daddy, help us to draw.' A voice came from Harry whose entire hands and face were covered in charcoal. Jack shook his head, grabbed a cloth from the sink he wiped Harry's hands and face.

'You little devils.' He grinned. Grabbing the paper, he threw it onto the floor and sat beside his sons. Harry climbed onto his knee and Will sat beside him. The boys were so alike in looks and had inherited everything from their father.

'Draw a cat.' Harry suggested.

'No draw me.' Will piped in.

'I'll tell you what. How about we draw something for mommy huh?' Jack suggested and they both nodded.

'Some pretty flowers for her.' William told Jack and for once, Harry agreed.

Jack began to draw a rose from imagination. Harry put his tiny hand on top of his fathers pretending he too was drawing while Will simply watched, his large blue eyes in awe. Rose came out of the bedroom to find her husband sat drawing with the serious look on his face which he always possessed and their two sons scrambled on him. She smiled intently, feeling her stomach flutter.