Chapter Three;

Planning for the trip had been easy. It only took Rose a day to book a room at a Bed and Breakfast. She was surprised that it was in her price range. The trip was set for December, around the Christmas holidays and they would return after the new year.

She counted up her savings and divided it into three different piles.

"This is what we will have to spend on eating." She smiled as she pointed to to the middle pile, looking at Joseline.

"And this big one.. What is it for?" Joseline asked as she pointed to the biggest pile.

"This is for anything we want to do while there."

Joseline smiled "Oh, that's a lot of money..."

"I've been saving this since I found out you were in my belly." Rose smiled as she playfully pinched her cheek.

"Wow! That's a long time!" she giggled.

"1913 was just yesterday, or so it seems." she sighed as she realized just how quickly the years have flown by.

"That was 13 years ago." she reminded Rose. "I was conceived in 1912, remember?"

Rose placed a hand up to her cheek "Yes..." Before she knew it, she was back on the Titanic, in a Renault, with Jack.

She climbed into the back seat, acting very royal. Jack jumped into the driver's seat, enjoying the feel of the leather and wood. She could tell he was amazed.

He placed his hands on the steering wheel, as if he were driving "Where to Miss?"

"To the stars." She said as her hands come out of the shadows and pulled him over the seat into the back.

He landed next to her, his breath so loud against the quietness. His fingers playing with hers, looking into her eyes "Are you nervous?" he asked quietly.

She looked at him, studying his face "No." She kissed his fingers, as he watched her. Quietly she whispered "Put your hands on me, Jack" she placed his hand on her breast and they hungrily kissed.

She slid down under his welcoming body, and before they knew it, they had made love. "You're trembling." She said as she held his face and looked into his eyes.

"Don't worry, I'll be alright." Jack said as his body trembled.

She kissed his head and laid him upon her chest, running her fingers through his hair.

"I remember." She smiled "Like it was yesterday."

"I hope so..." she giggled "Now tell me what this last pile of money is for.."

"That pile is for the room." She giggled as she playfully pinched Joseline's cheek.

"This is so exciting! I can't wait to go!" Joseline smiled as she hugged Rose.

Rose hugged her back and smiled at her "I love you so much."

"I love you more!" Joseline smiled as she tucked a curl behind her mothers ear. "I finished my art project, would you like to see it?"

Rose gasped in shock "You did what?" Not sure she heard her right.

"I finished my art project..."

"Without me telling you a thousand times?" Rose could have sworn her hearing had deceived her.

Joseline shook her head and sighed "Yes, mom! I did, without you telling me."

Rose couldn't believe what she was hearing, she had to see for herself "Where is it?" She said as she jumped up out of the chair and turned towards the stairs.

Joseline laughed as she stood up and pointed towards their extra room, which they usually used for stuff they didn't use. "In there."

Rose knitted her brows together "The junk room? Why?"

"While you were working I was cleaning up in there. I found an old desk."

Baffled, Rose rubbed her chin "You cleaned up? In the junk room?"

Joseline sighed "Yes, mother! I cleaned up the junk room, which by the way isn't a junk room anymore."

Rose stared at her "Mhm..."

"Come and you'll see." Joseline said as she grabbed Rose by the hand and led her to the room. She turned the knob and pushed the door open, revealing a nice, clean room.

"This is nice." Rose said as she stepped inside "You did a fantastic job in here."

"Thank you." Joseline smiled "Now tell me about this desk.. it looks expensive."

"That gaudy thing?" Rose shivered looking at it. To her it was the ugliest desk she'd ever seen, and she'd seen some ugly ones working as a secretary. "That came from Uncle Cal."

"Agh! Why did you have it buried here, under all of this clutter? It's a rather exquisite desk, mom."

Rose tried to keep her laugh in, but failed. "Exquisite?" She looked at the desk and laughed in disgust. "That thing is the ugliest piece of wood I've ever had the displeasure of seeing."

Joseline eyed her mom, from the side "I don't think so. I think it's a fantastic piece of furniture and we should use it." She smiled as she walked over and sat in the chair "Besides, Uncle Cal was thoughtful enough to give it to us."

"Yes... But..." Rose began, but stopped as she she realized she was sounding like her own mother, Ruth.

Joseline was sounding like Rose did at that age. She didn't like any of the stuff Ruth did. "Like mother, like daughter." Rose chuckled.

"What?" Joseline asked.

"Nothing..."

"My project is here." She reached over and pulled out a painting from behind the desk "Do you like it?" She asked as she held it up for Rose to view.

Rose stood there staring at it, trying to make out what it was, but was having a hard time doing so. "What is it?" She asked curiously, not wanting to hurt her feelings.

"This is a beach and this is a sunset over the ocean." She said as she pointed to each one, smiling.

Rose was giggling inside, she was baffled. She looked over the painting again, squinting her eyes, and moving her head closer to it, but she didn't see an ocean, a beach or a sunset. All she could make out were squiggly lines in different colors. "This... This is amazing..."

Joseline placed the painting carefully on the desk, stood up and took a bow. "Thank you, thank you! I worked hard on it."

"I am proud of you." Rose said as she kissed her on the forehead. All the while cursing herself for lying to her daughter. She definitely didn't inherit any of Jack's artistic ability. She was kinda hoping she had. It made her sad that she didn't. She looked identical to Jack, but acted like her.

"I want to show Uncle Cal." Joseline happily exclaimed as they headed to the living room.

"Right now?"

"Yes!"

"Can't it wait?" She sighed, not really wanting to see Cal right now. Sure he had been there for her all of these years, but she wasn't in the mood to hear about his musings today.

July 1912;

"Excuse me, Miss."

Rose turned around to see Cal. She gasped in shock. She hadn't expected to ever see him again.

Cal stood there staring at her like a deer caught in headlights. "You're dead..." he cried.

Rose moved her lips, but no words came out. Her voice was caught in her throat. She turned to run, but couldn't move. She felt frozen in place.

Cal reached out his hand slowly and placed it on her arm. "You're real... You're... You're alive..." He managed to whisper, just loud enough she could hear.

She wanted to jerk her arm away from his hand, but couldn't. "No.. I... I mean... Yes..." she whimpered. Something inside of her was telling her to run, while something else told her to stay.

Cal removed his hand from her arm "Ruth.. She.. thinks you're dead..." he said, barely louder than a whisper.

Rose looked down and focused her eyes on the ground. "That wasn't my intentions."

"You weren't on the list of survivors." He said with a sadness in his voice. "We thought you for dead."

Rose lifted her head and her eyes focused on his face. "As if either of you really care." She snapped as she found herself. The Rose that Jack had set free those few months ago.

Cal knitted his brows and sat down on the bench that was in front of them, facing away from Rose. "I cared."

"Like hell you did!" she spat. "You didn't care about me, you only wanted me to give your greedy family, heirs for your stupid company."

Cal stood up and turned to face her. "No! No, Rose! That's not what I wanted!" he sighed "I wanted you... Because.. I.. I loved you."

Rose chuckled and laughed manically. "Love? You loved me? The way you treated me wasn't love. That was abuse!"

Cal folded his arms over his chest. "I didn't treat you bad until you tried to run away with that... That gutter rat!"

Before Rose knew what she was doing, she slapped Cal across the face "Don't you ever call him a gutter rat!" She yelled. "His name was Jack... Jack Dawson! He loved me for me and he saved me!" she could feel the tears burning her eyes, "I never loved you."

Cal chuckled "Love? You didn't know him four whole days."

"It doesn't matter if I knew him for thirty seconds, I loved him and he loved me." She sat down on the bench, facing away from Cal, trying to dry her eyes. Not caring anymore if Cal found her weak. "I loved him more than anything and I miss him so much."

Cal walked around so he could look at her, to see her face. He wanted to read her, to see if she were lying. He sat down beside her "My God you're telling the truth..." Immediately regretting everything he had said to her and feeling like a loser himself. She must have loved Jack if she was willing to leave everyone she knew behind. He realized in that moment that Rose was definitely out of his reach.

"Why would I lie?" She looked up at him.

Cal shrugged "To make me jealous, I guess."

Rose laughed again, only this time it was a wry laugh "I don't need, nor want to make you jealous."

They sat there talking for what seemed like hours and made amends with each other. Rose forgiving Cal for everything he did to her and Cal forgiving Rose for leaving him the way she did.

Cal frowned and stood up. "I should be going..."

Rose interrupted him "Cal, don't tell mother that you seen me, please..."

Cal smiled a genuine smile "I promise."

Rose looked at him and seen a smile, that genuine smile. She'd never seen him smile that way before.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" he asked.

"Just never seen you genuinely smile, that's all." She stood up. "I better get back to finding some kind of work." She placed her hand on her stomach "I'll have a baby to care for soon enough."

Cal's eyes widened in shock "Baby? What? Wait... Do you mean...?"

She laughed at his shock "Yes. A baby."

Their friendship grew stronger over time. Cal gave her a job as his personal Secretary and let her stay at his house until she saved enough for her own home. He paid her extra for working, until she found out that he was paying her more than his other employees. She refused to accept his money until he agreed not to pay her extra. She didn't like handouts. She wanted to learn how to do this the real way.

She was so relieved when she found a home of her own. Living with Cal was annoying and they butted heads a lot when it came to his personal servants trying to do things for her. She liked to do things on her own.

Cal would come to visit every other day and check her cupboards and ice box to make sure she had food. He'd ask her advice on women who were looking for a husband and if Rose didn't approve, he'd tell them he wasn't interested. His father wasn't too happy, but Rose had taught Cal that love is what makes a family, not money.

When she was nearing her last month of pregnancy, Cal crashed on her couch every night. When Rose went into labor, he ran out of the house screaming. He ran all the way to the doctors house and practically beat her front door down.

He couldn't stand the cries and screams of pain coming from Rose. He paced outside the bedroom door and would cry everytime Rose screamed out in pain.

He slid down against the wall, outside the bedroom door and placed his hands over his ears. He couldn't take it anymore, but he couldn't leave either. He promised Rose he wouldn't. He had wished Jack could be there instead of him.

He heard one last scream and then a baby cry. Ah, relief he thought. "It's a girl!" He heard the doctor shout. He waited about an hour and knocked on the door.

He walked over and sat in the chair beside the bed and looked from Rose to the baby. "She's beautiful."

"She looks just like Jack." Rose smiled.

He looked at the baby again "Yes... Yes she does." he smiled at that beautiful little baby and then at Rose "Congratulations, you're a mom."

"Thank you." She smiled, looking over to Cal "Would you like to hold her, Uncle Cal?"

Cal looked at her confused "Did you say Uncle Cal?"

Rose laughed, holding the baby out to him "Yes!"

Cal nestled the baby in arms the best way he knew how and looked at her. She was the most beautiful baby he'd ever seen, if he did say so himself. He couldn't help but wonder if he'd ever have a baby of his own.

Rose watched him holding her baby and read his face "One day you'll be daddy Cal." She smiled and placed her hand on his arm.