After Rose and Josie hung up from their daily phone call, Rose called the inn. She asked the chef to send dinner upstairs for Jack. She also had her call transferred to Jack's room.

"Hello?" Jack said.

Rose instantly smiled. "Hi, how's your night going?" It was crazy how just the thought of Jack made her so incredibly happy.

"Not bad. Just doing some work. I miss you," said Jack.

"We'll see each other tomorrow morning," Rose said. She hesitated. "I just realized, I have no idea what you do."

"I work for an insurance company. I honestly have no idea how I got the gig, but it allowed me to travel and stay busy." Rose heard the doorbell ring through the phone. "Hold on," Jack said, and he returned a few seconds later. "Did you have dinner sent up for me?"

"Well I couldn't have you going hungry, could I?" Rose smiled.

"I missed you so much, Rose," said Jack. "The last sixteen years were impossible without you."

"Oh, you have no idea," said Rose. She had to raise Josie all by herself. She loved Josie, but raising her was no walk in the park. She could feel that she was about to cry. "Listen, I have to go. I'll see you tomorrow morning."

"Goodnight Rose," said Jack.

•••

It was the next morning. Rose was talking on the phone on speaker with Josie when the doorbell rang. Oh no, Rose thought to herself, Jack's early. What was she going to do? She couldn't hang up on Josie, but she couldn't handle this whole thing while Josie was miles and miles away, just doing this on the phone.

"Josie, hold on." Rose quietly ran to the door. She opened it, and there he was, handsome as ever. He was wearing jeans and a blue cashmere sweater. Rose ushered him in, and went back to the kitchen. "You're early!" Rose whispered.

"Sorry, your house was closer than I thought." Jack was confused. Why was she whispering and acting so strange?

"Shhhh!" Rose put a finger to her mouth. Jack went to open his mouth and Rose covered it with her hand. With her other hand, Rose tried to take the phone off of speaker, but it was too late.

Josie spoke. "Mom?"

Rose looked at the phone and kept her hand over Jack's mouth. "Yes?" Did Josie know something was up? Rose couldn't tell. But Jack definitely knew.

"You still there?"

"Of course," Rose sighed.

"I'm leaving for the White House. Wish me luck!"

"Good luck sweetie. I'll see you later."

Rose heard the phone hang up, and removed her hand from covering Jack's mouth. "What was that about?" Jack asked, laughing. "Who was that?"

Rose sighed. She couldn't hide it from Jack anymore, nor did she want to. She led him over to the kitchen table and sat down. "That's... my daughter."

Jack's jaw dropped a little. "You have a daughter? You didn't tell me."

"I know. I chickened out yesterday when you asked why I had to go home. And I'm sorry about that."

"That's okay. I understand," said Jack. "I'm just glad I'm here with you. What's her name?"

Rose was perplexed. Did Jack not realize that Josie was his? Yesterday, Rose had told him that she hadn't been with anyone else. Jack was a little confused too. Rose was acting strange again. "Well, her name is Josephine, but everyone calls her Josie." Rose noticed Jack's eyes widening as he was starting to realize what was going on. "And she's... fifteen." She took Jack's hand in hers.

Jack smiled. "So she's..."

"Your daughter, yes," Rose said nervous but excitedly.

"I have a daughter?" Jack asked with a smile. Rose smiled and nodded. Jack rubbed his forehead. "Oh, Rose, what did I do? Leaving you to raise her all on your own!"

"You didn't know," said Rose comfortingly. "How could you have?"

"My biggest regret all these years was that I never got to tell you that I love you too. That you never knew." Jack was crying now.

Rose felt awful. She placed her hand on Jack's cheek. "I knew." She leaned in and kissed him. Before yesterday, she hadn't even kissed anyone in sixteen years, and she missed the feeling she felt when she kissed Jack. "And I love you," Rose smiled.

Jack smiled back. "I love you too." He kissed her again passionately. He pulled away. "I have a question."

"Go ahead. Ask as many as you want."

"I assume Josie doesn't know I'm alive and here?"

Rose sighed. "No, she doesn't. Mostly because she's away on an important school trip, so I didn't want to distract her. But she's coming home tonight."

"How much does she know about me?"

Rose was holding back her tears. "She knows your name, that you're dead, and that we met on Titanic. And also that she looks exactly like you."

Jack smiled. "She does?"

"Yes," said Rose with a smile. "Well, she has my nose and lips. She has a combination of our complexions. It's more like mine in the winter, but she gets tan in the summer. She has blonde hair like yours, but somehow it's lighter, and it's curly-ish. She has your light blue eyes."

"Really?" Jack smiled.

"Yes," said Rose. "She also makes facial expressions just like yours. Like, when she tries to read someone, her eyes get all squinty and her lips curve upward. When she smiles, the smile spreads to her whole face. Her whole face lights up when she smiles. And she has the most infectious laugh. When she laughs, it's impossible not to start laughing too."

"She sounds perfect," said Jack.

Rose smiled. "She is."

"She's a teenager, so does she act like one?" Jack asked.

"She's the most amazing kid. She doesn't do stupid shit that other teenagers do. She doesn't drink, she doesn't smoke, she's always kind and thoughtful. She's smart, and she studies. She's obsessed with reading. She has the occasional flip-out, but it's not that bad."

"Good," said Jack. "Does she ask about me, about us? When did you tell her about it?"

"She first asked when she was six. It was 'bring your father to work day', and she wanted to know why she didn't have one." Rose looked down. She really didn't want to make Jack feel bad. It wasn't his fault.

"I'm so sorry, Rose," said Jack, ashamed.

"None of this was your fault. Besides, if it weren't for you picking up my magazine, we would still be apart." Rose started to cry. "And I did what you told me to. I never let go."

"Oh, Rose," said Jack, kissing her forehead. "I know you didn't."

Rose leaned against Jack's chest and he wrapped his arms around her. "When I woke up this morning I thought yesterday was just a dream."

"It's a dream come true," said Jack, and he kissed the top of Rose's head. He would never let her go again.