It was now a few months later, and Rose woke up to notice that Jack's side of the bed was empty. "Jack?" she half whispered, half cried.

"Hi sweetheart," said Jack, kissing her forehead. "Happy birthday."

"You remembered?" Rose asked, surprised.

"Of course I did," said Jack. "You're twenty years old. It's a big day for you."

Rose frowned. "Is it though? Because I'm just sitting in bed today."

"Yes, it is," said Jack. "And I have something special planned for you."

"Really? What is it?" Rose asked.

Jack left and reentered a few minutes later. "Breakfast in bed."

"Jack this is amazing," said Rose. "Thank you!"

Jack sat with her while she ate, and then kissed her. "I need to go check on the house. The construction crew is almost done."

Rose looked disappointed, and Jack noticed. "I wish I could see it," she said.

"You will, sweetheart. You will," said Jack. "And Emma is here in case you need anything."

Rose smiled. "Thank you."

Jack returned a few hours later to find Emma and Rose in bed reading. "Hey darling," Rose greeted Jack. "How was the house?"

Jack leaned over to Rose and gave her a kiss. "It looks great. They said it's probably two weeks before they're done. Then we can start the interior design."

"That's great news," said Rose.

Emma rolled her eyes jokingly. "Of course now she's in a good mood. Five minutes ago she was flipping out about the fact that she's still in bed. You walk in and she's happy."

Rose laughed. "I wasn't that bad. And you try sitting in a bed for months at a time. It's no fun, I promise."

"Okay, well either way, I better be going," said Emma. "I'll see you later."

"Bye Jena, thanks for staying with her," said Jack. He turned to Rose. "I have something for you."

"Ooh, what is it?" Rose asked.

Jack reached into his bag and pulled out his portfolio. "I usually draw portraits and I'm not good at drawing other things. But here goes."

Rose opened the portfolio. She gasped. Jack had drawn the house for her. "Jack, these are amazing."

"I just felt so bad that you couldn't come with me to the house, so I brought the house to you." Jack placed his hand on Rose's belly. "How's the baby? Kicking?"

"I think the baby's asleep right now. I could feel him rolling over earlier." That's right, Rose had once again changed her mind about the sex of her baby.

Jack smiled. "Good. I bought something else for you."

"What is it this time? A house? A baby? Oh wait, you already gave me both of those," Rose joked.

Jack chuckled. "What's going on with you? You're acting odd."

"It's these pregnancy hormones. They're making me crazy." Rose started to cry.

"Hey, hey, I love your crazy pregnancy hormones." Great job, Jack, he said to himself, now you've made her cry.

"Well I hate them. I hate all of this," Rose cried.

"Oh, Rose," said Jack. "I wish there was some way I could fix this. I wish there was some way I could take away your pain. Because I hate seeing you like this."

Rose felt awful. Jack was doing the absolute best he could to make her happy. And he was taking such good care of her. "I'm sorry. I'm being horrible. You're doing your best to take care of me and make me happy. And I'm just… ungrateful."

"Hey," said Jack. "You're carrying our child. Your body is going through hell right now, and you're in pain. You're allowed to be crazy. If yelling at me makes you feel better, fire away. I can take it. It's the least I can do."

Rose gave Jack a long, luxurious kiss before pulling away. "You mentioned a gift?"

Jack smiled and gave Rose another kiss before pulling something out of his bag. "I brought you some interior design magazines. So you can start working on the house."

Rose's whole face lit up. "I can't believe you did this!" She leaned in and gave Jack a few kisses.

Jack put his hand on Rose's belly. "I can't believe you did this," Jack said. He felt a huge kick. "Wow, that was a big one."

"Yes, it was." Rose opened her pregnancy book. "Wow, I'm 27 weeks pregnant, so the baby is officially the size of a cauliflower. And this week, the baby can distinguish between our voices."

Jack grabbed the paper towel roll and pressed it against his ear and Rose's belly. "Hello, tiny human baby," Jack was using his funny alien voice. "This is your father."

Rose giggled. "The baby's going to be born expecting his dad to be an alien."

Jack smiled and adjusted her voice to a baby voice. "Hi, baby."

Rose giggled again. "That's not any better!"

Jack kissed Rose's belly and spoke in his normal voice. "I love you, baby son or daughter."

Rose kissed Jack again before going to sleep in his arms.

•••

A few more months passed. Rose was finally allowed to leave the bed, and that meant it was finally time to move from the apartment to the fully built and furnished house. Jack had given Rose a big reveal of the house. It really was a beautiful home.

At this point, Rose was thirty eight weeks pregnant, two weeks away from her due date. She was huge, her ankles and back hurt constantly. Jack was wonderful and gave her massages all the time. But Rose was just ready to have the baby. And apparently, this afternoon was the time.

Jack had gone to bring the last of the stuff from the old apartment to the new house. He had asked Rose to pack the rest of her clothing to bring to the house, and Rose had forgotten. "I'm sorry, I have pregnant brain!" was her excuse.

Jack was in an unbelievably bad mood. "I only gave you one job. And you couldn't do that."

Rose rolled her eyes. "I said I was sorry. God, what is the issue?" Rose was upset. She and Jack hardly ever fought.

Jack sighed. He was about to apologize but he looked over and saw Rose wince. "Rose?" She winced again, and then her water broke all over the floor.

"Ouch!" Rose screamed and then her knees buckled and she collapsed into Jack's arms. He set her up on the couch and called the doctor. The doctor had come over quickly, and reluctantly agreed to let Jack stay in the room for the birth.

The doctor and the nurse had set Rose up on the gurney. "I'm so sorry about our fight earlier. It wasn't fair of me to get mad at you." Jack stopped and looked at Rose. She wasn't screaming or yelling, or moaning in pain. She was smiling. Jack was thrown off by this reaction, and couldn't help but smile in return. "What're you so smiley about?" Jack said.

"I'm excited. Jack, we're having a baby." Rose's legs were placed in the stirrups and they had told Jack to stand by her head.

"Yes, we are," Jack laughed, kissing her head.

"Okay, Rose. You need to push," instructed the doctor.

Rose did as she was told and pushed. She pushed and pushed and pushed. She looked at Jack. "I don't know if I can do this anymore," she said.

Jack took Rose's hand and squeezed it. "Of course you can. I'll be with you the whole time."

"One more time, Rose," said the doctor.

Rose pushed one more time, and heard a cry. "You did it, Rosie. You did it." Jack kissed her and went to see their baby. "It's a girl, Rose."

Jack carried the baby over and placed her in Rose's arms. "Come Josephine in my flying machine and it's up she goes, up she goes," they sang together.

Rose cried as she looked down at her daughter. She was still crying, and then suddenly she stopped. She opened her eyes and looked at Rose, She was absolutely beautiful. Jack kissed Rose's forehead. "I'm so proud of you, sweetheart."

"It's all worth it now. All the pain, blood, discomfort, bedrest. It's all worth it now that we have our daughter," said Rose, looking down at their beautiful baby. "And let's not forget that I was right about the gender."

Jack laughed. "She's so beautiful," said Jack. "You both are."

Rose looked up and met Jack's gaze. They came together in a deep kiss, and then they looked down at their daughter. Josephine Brooke Dawson.