A/N: Well here is the new chapter...sorry it took so long...it took a long time for me to write this...thanks for all the wonderful reviews...hope you can enjoy this chapter!! Thanks again!!

Chapter Twenty-Nine

The sun had crept in their room, bringing a new day to Jack and Rose's life. It was the eleventh of June, and the two lovers were still sound asleep, cuddled into each other's arms. The first to awake was Rose, whose eyes fluttered once the sunshine had landed upon her face. She placed a hand over her eyes, to shield them from the bright sunlight. She tried to lay on her back, but found that it was impossible to do so, since Jack's arm was around her waist, preventing her from moving. Smiling, Rose took his hand and planted a kiss on his knuckles, then placed his hand on his side, where she uncovered herself and got out of bed. She went over to a chair, where her robe lay and slipped it on, tying the sash around her. She heard Jack groan and shift to a comfortable position. Rose turned and found Jack's legs spread out, as well as his arms, with the sheets only covering a part of his leg. A snore had escaped his mouth, as his chest rose and fell as he took shallow breaths. Shaking her head, Rose walked over to the door and opened it, where she left the bedroom and closed the door quietly.

As she had done so, Rose walked towards the direction where the kitchen was and went towards the icebox, where she took out a few ingredients to prepare a hot breakfast for Jack and herself. As she was preparing their breakfast, Rose heard a door open. Rose looked up and smiled as she heard footsteps. Rose returned her attention back to her procedure as the smile still remained on her face.

"Well, good morning, sleepyhead," Rose said, as she looked up. Her smile faded and she let out a gasp. The egg that she was holding, suddenly dropped to the floor, leaving a mess on the tiled floor, but Rose didn't seem to care. Her eyes went wide at the man that she had seen standing by the doorway.

Rose had never expected to see that man again—the man that stood by the doorway—looking at her with a warm smile upon his face. Jack had been grieving over this man for the past two months, thinking that he had died on that ill-fated ship. Rose couldn't find her voice, nor could she unglue herself from the spot that she had stood in for she was too shocked to do so. The man that stood by the doorway began to walk towards her, the smile still pasted upon his face. He placed a both of his hands on each of her shoulders and gazed deeply into her eyes.

"Tu è molto bella," Fabrizio said, smiling down at her. "Jack is one lucky man."

"Fabrizio?" Rose managed to utter, despite her shock to find him alive. "Y-you're alive!"

"S�, la bella Rosa, I'm alive," Fabrizio said.

"How?" Rose asked. "Jack thought you were dead all this time. He's been miserable—blaming himself for your death—how?"

"I hit my head on deck rail when smokestack fall down," Fabrizio said. "I was in hospital per due mese—just got out ieri," Fabrizio said, his warm brown eyes locked into hers. "I'm 'a sorry if I startled you—I just wanted to see how beautiful you are—see if Jack has found his angel from heaven. And now I see he has."

Rose smiled as she heard him talk. Tears moistened her eyes as placed a hand on his cheek. "You are a good man, Fabrizio. Any woman to have you as a husband is going to be very lucky." Fabrizio gave her one of his famous smiles.

"Grazie," Fabrizio said. His eyes then lowered and his smile faded, as his eyes shone of a hint of sadness.

"Fabrizio, what's wrong?" Rose asked, looking up at him, with eyes that shone concern and worry.

"Helga—" Fabrizio muttered. "I don't know what happened to her. I did love her—just like Jack loves you—only, I never got the chance to say it to her."

"Oh, Fabrizio, I'm so sorry," Rose said, looking up at him. Rose wondered who Helga was and when had they been together. Her eyes suddenly went wide at the realization that Helga was the blonde that she saw fall into the deadly waters—the one she saw dancing with Fabrizio down below decks at the third class party. "I wish I could've helped her…" Rose muttered, as she bowed her head down.

"Che?" Fabrizio asked, looking down at her. Rose looked up as her eyes filled with tears.

"I should've helped her, Fabrizio," Rose said. "I was at the back of the ship with Jack, and—she was hanging onto the railing for dear life—but…she slipped and fell…I'm so, so sorry, Fabrizio, I didn't mean to kill her…"

"No, no," Fabrizio said. "You did not kill her, la bella Rosa, no. Nobody killed her. It was an accident."

"But—" Rose began.

"Rosa," Fabrizio said. "You no did anything wrong. You are 'a innocent." Rose looked down, but Fabrizio lifted her face. "You know what I say?"

"What?" Rose asked, her voice choked.

"I say God took her to be one of His angels," Fabrizio said. "Lei è una bella angela…or in English, she is a beautiful angel, just like you are a beautiful woman." Rose blushed as a smile crept onto her face.

"Thank you," Rose said.

"Prego," Fabrizio smiled. As Rose glanced up at him, she put her arms around his neck, where she brought him into a friendly, but loving hug. Fabrizio, surprised at first, had brought his arms around her, pulling her close to him, as he breathed in her scent. Rose pulled away and looked into his eyes.

"Are you hungry?" Rose asked. "Would you like to have breakfast?"

"S�," Fabrizio said. "I'm starving."

Rose smiled up at him. "Well, why don't you have a seat, and I'll prepare you a nice hot meal." Fabrizio obeyed and took a seat in one of the chairs that was beside the kitchen table as Rose crouched down to clean up the mess on the floor. Having disposed of the egg that she had dropped, Rose continued to prepare the meal.

Jack turned, as his hand fell upon the spot where Rose should've been. Feeling the warmth of the sheet that his hand lay upon, his eyes opened as he let out an audible yawn. Getting out of bed, Jack walked over to the chair and took his pants, which he quickly slipped on. Scratching his head, he opened the bedroom door and went towards the kitchen. When he neared the kitchen, he found Fabrizio and Rose eating breakfast together and were having a small talk.

"Jack tells me you are having un bambino," Fabrizio said. "…a baby."

"Well, yes I am," Rose said, as she set her fork down. "Two months along."

"Congratulations," Fabrizio said, smiling towards her.

"Thank you," Rose said.

At that moment, Jack stepped into the kitchen.

"Well, good morning you two," Jack said, as he went towards the stove to serve himself some breakfast.

"Good morning Jack," Rose said, looking up at him. "Did you sleep well?"

"Sure did," Jack said, feeding himself some scrambled eggs that Rose had prepared.

"Seems so, since you wouldn't let me go," Rose said, a short laugh escaping her lips. Jack chuckled.

"Well, I couldn't help myself," Jack said, smiling towards her. Rose gave him one of her famous smiles and continued eating.

"You know, that's a nice hairdo you have on, Jack," Rose said, glancing up at him, finding his blonde hair in a tangled mess. Jack's eyes glanced upward.

"Well, thank you," Jack said, smiling. "I worked very hard on it."

"I'm sure you have," Rose smiled, as she finished up the rest of her breakfast.

Within minutes, the three had finished their breakfast and Rose began gathering up the dishes. Jack stretched and gave out a quiet yawn, as he scratched the back of his head. Shaking his head to wake himself up, he glanced over at Fabrizio, who was wiping his mouth with a paper napkin. The bandage was still wrapped on his head as his dark hair fell over his eyes. He heard Rose turn on the faucet, where she began washing the dirty dishes. Getting up, Jack pushed the chair in, and watched as Fabrizio got up as well.

"That was 'a delizioso, la bella Rosa," Fabrizio commented. Rose looked over her shoulder and smiled.

"Thank you," Rose said, as she continued to wash the dishes before her.

"Why don't we go over to the parlor room and catch up on what has happened to us for the past two months," Jack said, his eyes gazing into his best friend's.

"Va bene," Fabrizio said, heading towards the parlor room

"I'll be right there, Fabri," Jack said, as he watched Fabrizio sit on the sofa, looking through Jack's drawings that were placed atop the coffee table.

Jack then walked towards Rose as he wrapped his arms around her, standing behind her. Rose stopped what she was doing and shut off the running water, as she leaned back against him, closing her eyes, feeling relaxed and loved as Jack placed his chin atop of her shoulder. She turned and clutched her hands onto his bare arms, as she looked up at him, finding that his eyes were shone with intense love. His blonde hair hung over his eyes, as his lips curved into a smile. Smiling back, Rose rested her head on Jack's chest, as she closed her eyes and let our a loving sigh, hearing the tender heartbeat of her husband. Jack then lifted her chin with his index fingers and smiled down at her. Rose gave him a loving smile, just as he leaned his head closer to hers, where their lips met into a passionate, loving kiss.

Rose's hands traveled up behind his neck, as her fingers ran through the back of Jack's shaggy blonde hair, as Jack's hand went to her lower back, as he pulled her closer to him. Their tongues made love in their own, loving way, as the two lovers shared their kiss. Moments later, their kiss ended and the two gazed into each other's eyes. Jack gently caressed her cheeks, as she closed her eyes and placed a gentle smile upon her face. Within that moment, a wave of nausea had swept through her body, causing for Rose to put a hand over her mouth and scurry towards the bathroom, where she hunched over the toilet, where she met up with her breakfast. When she finished, she flushed the toilet and got up, washing her mouth off with cold water. Jack had just reached the bathroom as Rose was wiping her mouth off.

"Rose, are you okay?" Jack asked, concern and worry shining in his blue eyes. Rose just smiled and nodded.

"I'm fine," Rose said, as she went towards him. "This is normal. The doctor said that I'll experience morning sickness for the rest of the month. I'm fine, really. There's nothing for you to worry about." Jack just smiled and pulled her closer to him.

"I just don't want anything to happen to you," Jack said, caressing her curls. "You're my wife and it's my duty to protect and love you. It would kill me if I found out that something happened to you." Rose laughed.

"Well something did happen to me, Jack," Rose said, a twinkle in her eyes. "I'm married with you, and pregnant with our first child. Surely you can't protect me from having a baby, can you?"

"You got a point there," Jack said, smiling down at her. "But that won't stop me from loving you."

"I sure hope it wouldn't," Rose said, a gracious smile appearing on her face. Jack smiled and kissed the top of her head.

"I'll be in the parlor room if you need me," Jack said.

"Okay," Rose said. "I'll go change and then I'm going over to Annie's for awhile."

"Okay," Jack said, glancing down at her.

Smiling, Rose headed towards their bedroom, where she removed her robe and placed it on the chair. She walked towards the closet and pulled out a pale green dress and set it on the bed as she took off her nightgown, and threw it on her side of the bed. She donned the dress that she chose and headed towards the dresser where she picked up her brush and began running it through her fiery red curls. Glancing at herself in the mirror, she found that she looked the same as she had when she left her old life. Although she was introduced to her life once again, when Cal had given them the two million dollars, she doesn't quite act like a rich lady, nor does she purchase expensive clothing. Rose hadn't wanted to be the spoiled brat like she was when she was in first class—before Titanic, and before she met Jack—and just wanted to be a normal person, living her life with her husband. Setting her brush down, she got up from the chair and slipped on her shoes that matched with the dress and left her bedroom. When she reached the parlor room, she found Fabrizio and Jack sitting on the sofa, chatting with each other.

"Well, I'll see you two later," Rose said, giving Jack a quick smile and waved to Fabrizio before she opened the door and headed out into the hallway, pulling the door closed behind her. She headed towards the apartment that was across from their and held out her clenched fist and gently banged it against the door, waiting patiently for Annie to answer.

Annie was folding Rose's dress, which she had borrowed the day before as she heard the knock on the door. Looking up, she set the dress on the bed and headed towards the parlor room, where she went to the door and answered the door. There, stood Rose, wearing a simple pale green dress and matching shoes, with her fiery red curls falling past her shoulders. Annie smiled and greeted her friend.

"Why, hello Rose," Annie smiled. "Come on in," Annie stepped aside and allowed for Rose to go inside her apartment.

"Good morning, Annie," Rose smiled, as Annie closed the door behind her.

"And to you," Annie said. "What brings you here?"
"Oh, nothing really," Rose said. "Jack reunited with one of his friends, so I decided to leave them alone and come here."

"Well, I'm glad you came," Annie said. Rose just smiled brightly. "Have a seat. Make yourself at home," Rose took a seat on the sofa, with Annie seated beside her. "Would you like anything to drink? Are you hungry?"

"Oh, no, thank you," Rose said. "I already ate my breakfast and I'm not quite thirsty at the moment. Besides, I get sick if I eat in the mornings." Annie gave her a confused expression.

Annie's long brown hair was pulled up into a ponytail, as some strands of hair fell on her face. Her warm blue eyes shone with confusion and concern, as she sat beside her friend. Annie wore a yellow dress with nice pink flowers designed onto the fabric. Rose played with her two rings that stayed upon her left hand ring finger. Her green-blue eyes looked up at Annie as a broadened smile came about her face.

"Well, Annie," Rose said, her voice soft yet showing off a hint of happiness. "Yesterday, I went to the doctor and—" Rose was cut off by Annie.

"Why? Is everything okay?" Annie asked, suddenly getting worried.

"My God," Rose said, glancing over at her friend, the smile still pasted on her face. "You're even worse than Jack is…everything's fine, really. You didn't let me finish," Rose said. Annie nodded her head to continue. "Well, I seem to have been late on my monthly, so I went to the doctor and he told me that I had something that I'm going to bear with for the next seven months of its development."

Annie had gave Rose a confused expression, as it took her a moment or two to figure out what Rose was trying to tell her. As she glanced at Rose, she found that she had a twinkle in her eye and also noticed that her hand was resting on her lower abdomen. Suddenly, Annie's eyes went wide, and a hand went to her mouth as she let out a gasp

"Y-you mean, you're…" Annie couldn't finish the sentence. Rose just nodded her head.

"Yes, Annie," Rose said. "I'm pregnant."

A smile spread across Annie's face as she let out an excited shriek.

"Congratulations!" Annie said, happily, as she pulled Rose into a tightly, friendly embrace. Rose smiled and returned the hug.

"Thank you," Rose smiled, as they broke from their friendly embrace. Rose gently stroked her lower abdomen and had a twinkle shining in her eyes as she glanced over at Annie.

"How far along are you?" Annie asked, the smile still lingering upon her face.

"Two months," Rose said, her face beaming. Annie looked at her, with her blue eyes shining with happiness.

"I'm so happy for you, Rose," Annie said. "I know you'll make a wonderful mother." Rose had a gentle smile spread across her face. Rose then remembered Annie's date with Michael.

"So," Rose said. "How was the date?" Annie's smile grew larger as she looked into Rose's eyes.

"It went wonderful," Annie said.

"Well, tell me all that has happened," Rose said, wanting to know the details. Annie smiled and shifted herself into a comfortable position.

"To start the night, he took me to a restaurant called La Bella Rosa which is about ten blocks away from here. We took a cab there. Now, let me tell you, the food was delicious. Michael and I had a romantic candlelight dinner with spaghetti and meatballs and a nice, tender, light salad with Italian dressing on it. We talked about everything and nothing and he…well, he, um…" Annie said, as a blush crept upon her face.

"Go on," Rose urged as she had a genuine smile across her face.

"He kissed me," Annie said. Rose let our a happy gasp as her eyes shone with hope.

"He kissed you?" Rose asked, her voice soft, yet could hint in a girly type of tone.

"Yes," Annie said, a broadened smile across her face.

"Was it a tap kiss or—" Rose began, before being cut off.

"It was the type of kiss that Jack always gives you," Annie said.

"Oh, Annie," Rose said, as she looked over at her friend. "I really have hope for you and Mike."

"You really do?" Annie asked, looking into Rose's green-blue eyes, which shone with happiness and hope.

Rose nodded her head. "I have faith in you, Annie. I believe that someday you're going to share a love just as strong as my love with Jack. Just give it time. I knew from the minute I laid eyes on Jack, that he was the one for me, and if you look at Mike and feel a warm, loving sensation go throughout your body, then he's the one for you."

"That's what I feel," Annie said. "I feel as if I've known him for years and maybe even longer. I just hope that he feels the same about me."

"I'm sure he does," Rose said, smiling. "I mean, if he didn't, would he have kissed you like that?"

"Well—" Annie said, her eyes glancing down on her hands, then up at Rose.

"Annie," Rose said, looking into her eyes with a friendly gaze. "When Jack first kissed me, I knew from that moment on, that we were going to be together forever, and I know that with your first kiss, it would symbolize something that could last for a lifetime, and maybe even beyond that. I'm sure that you and Mike might become more than friends, for I'm sure that friends don't share kisses like that, unless they're in an intimate relationship."

"You make it sound easy," Annie said. "As if it is easy to love somebody within a few days. How did you know that Jack was right for you? You've only known him for what? Three days? Then you fell in love with him? How could you have known he was the right one for you?"

Rose sighed as she looked up at her friend. "Annie, it'll come to you, trust me. As I said before, I knew Jack was the right one for me from his kisses and his…well, um…his…love for me," Rose said, a blush coming upon her cheeks as she remembered the night in the car, which had resulted in her pregnancy. "He saved me in more ways than one, and from what we've been through, I knew that I couldn't be apart from him ever again. I love him, Annie, I know I do. My heart tells me so, and no matter what other people think, I'll always love him. He's my soul mate, my best friend, and most of all, my lover. There's nobody else that I could imagine sharing my love with, besides Jack. He's the only man that I could ever love, no matter how long we've known each other."

Annie gave Rose a smile that showed understanding and interest. "Sometimes it's hard to believe that you two are so much in love, when in all reality you've only known each other for a matter of days. To tell you the truth, I've never met any couple who had strong love such as you and Jack. I just hope that someday I might have that someday," Annie said, as she looked down at her hands, which seemed to play with each other. "And to think that you two were on the Titanic. You two act as if it never happened."

"We try not to think about it much," Rose said. "It was hard enough to share it with some of Jack's friends, and it's still hard to talk about it. To reminisce on the dreadful night where Jack and I could've lost our lives, I…" Tears began pouring over her eyes, and Rose covered her face with her hands. "I'm sorry, it's just hard. It's painful to know that lots of innocent people lost their lives, and—" With her voice choked up, the tears blurred her vision as she looked into her friend's eyes. "I just can't seem to erase those screams from my mind. Those dreadful screams for help. I still feel the cold water against my body, and it scares me. I'm just scared. I'm scared that I'll lose Jack, and—"

"Oh, don't cry," Annie said, pulling Rose into a comforting hug, giving Rose's back a gentle, comforting hug as Rose's head rested on her shoulder, with her tears cascading down her cheeks and fell onto Annie's dress sleeve. "I didn't mean to put you in such a gloomy mood. Sometimes I don't think when I talk. I do apologize, Rose. Please don't cry. You're going to make me cry," Annie said, her voice growing hoarse, as tears began to moisten her blue eyes. She held Rose into a friendly embrace, rocking her back and forth as if she were a child that needed comforting.

Rose sniffed and let out a soft cry, as she pulled away from the comforting embrace, wiping away her fallen tears with her delicate fingers. Her eyes now held a gloomy gaze, as her tears still welled up, but didn't pour over. She took a shaky breath, looking up at Annie, trying her best to smile, but finding it hard to.

"You must think that I'm so sensitive now," Rose said, her voice shaking up a bit from her tears.

"No," Annie said, reaching her hand out and took Rose's hand in her own. "I don't think that at all, Rose. You've been through something that nobody else had ever been through, besides those other victims and survivors. Rose, you have showed me what life and love is all about. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have gone this far with Michael." Annie looked into Rose's eyes and gave her a friendly smile. "Rose, you are the bravest person I've ever met. I would have never imagine myself being in your shoes at the time. I would've probably died right then and there, but you didn't give up. I'm glad you're my friend, and most of all, I'm glad you're alive."

Rose looked into Annie's eyes and smiled as she found that her eyes shone with happiness and thankfulness. Rose took a relaxing breath, as she dried up the remaining tears in her eyes. Rose closed her eyes for a brief moment, to stop the tears that were threatening to fall and once she felt that her tears were in control, she opened her eyes and looked into Annie's eyes, trying her best to give her a bright smile.

"Oh," Annie said, getting up from her seat. "I have your dress in my room. I'll go get it."

Rose slightly nodded her head as she watched Annie scurry towards her bedroom to retrieve the lavender dress Rose had let Annie borrow for her date with Mike. She looked down at her left hand ring finger and caught a glimpse of her wedding ring. Carefully removing her engagement ring, she looked at the engraved words inside the ring. The words written were Make it Count along with the letters J and R intertwined. Although the ring wasn't as expensive as Cal's engagement ring, she adored the ring for it symbolized Jack's love for her. Slipping on her engagement ring, she looking into her wedding band, a smile coming about her face as she read the words inscribed into it. Funny thing was, she never noticed it, nor had Jack even told her he had it engraved. The three words that Jack had uttered to her, minutes before the lifeboat came to their rescue, the words that Rose had made a promise to. Those three words that was engraved into her wedding bad was the words of Never Let Go. Something that had made Rose realize that Jack's love meant everything to her, that he was the only one for her and that she gave up her money and her riches, just to be with that one man that she had grown to love. Staring down at her wedding ring, she felt tears of joy, love, happiness, fear, tears of every emotion that was locked up into her heart, as she clutched onto that ring that had brought them together, that had symbolized Jack's love for her, and was proof of their marriage and proof of their love, no matter how long they've known each other. From this moment, Rose felt love, pride, and hope for the one man which she shared her love with. Letting out a quiet cry as her tears began pouring out, once again, she slowly replaced the wedding band over her engagement ring, and held her left hand into her right, as she pressed her lips onto the two rings that occupied her left ring finger.

Annie stood by the doorway that separated the parlor room from her bedroom and felt tears come to her eyes as she saw Rose examine her wedding band. Never before had she seen someone so much in love with a person, that she sometimes thought that she was dreaming when she saw Jack and Rose together, with love shining in their eyes. She looked down at the neatly folded dress that lay on her hand. The beautiful lavender dress that Rose had let her borrow for her date with Michael. After admiring the beauty of the dress, her eyes lifted and glanced at Rose, who was wiping her tears with her fingers and sniffed as she looked down at her left hand, as if she were trying to find if the rings that were placed on her finger were real or just imaginary. Annie just stood there for a couple of more minutes, admiring the way Rose's eyes shone with love and happiness as her eyes were on her left hand. Annie stepped into the parlor room and quietly made her way towards Rose, with her dress in hand.

"Um…here," Annie said, extending her hands out, with the dress in her hand. "Thank you again for letting me borrow the dress. I really appreciate it."

Rose took the dress in her hands and looked down at the simplicity of the dress, yet, it also showed elegance and beauty to it. Rose then looked up at Annie and smiled.

"You're welcome," Rose said, her voice hoarse from her sudden tears. "I'm glad you liked it."

A gentle smile played on Annie's face as she looked into Rose's eyes.

"Would you like something to drink Rose?" Annie asked. "Maybe that would ease your nerves and probably calm you down a bit."

"Sure," Rose said. "I'd like that."

"All right then," Annie said, getting up. "Anything specific that you would like to drink?"

"Anything would be fine," Rose said, as she watched Annie nod her head and disappear into the kitchen. Rose sighed as she looked down at the dress that she now held in her hands. The dress wasn't as expensive as the ones from that she had purchased before Titanic, and that's what made her fall in love with this dress. One, it was lavender, her favorite color, and two, it had a simplicity to it, also with a hint of elegance when it's worn. Rose adores this dress and she knows that not one dress that was made for those debutants would ever come close to the dress she held in her hands. Within minutes, Annie had returned to the parlor room, with a glass filled with something that looked to be like white wine.

"Here," Annie said, handing Rose her glass. "I put water into the wine, so it wouldn't be as strong, since you're expecting."

Rose smiled and took the glass from Annie. "Thank you," Rose said, as she watched Annie take a seat beside her, holding a glass of wine for herself. Annie just nodded her head and smiled. Rose took a short sip from her glass and felt the liquid relax her nerves. Although the wine wasn't as strong, since half of the glass was filled with water, she could still taste the sweetness of the wine. However, the gloomy expression still took over her once happy eyes.

"Rose," Annie said, her voice soft. "You're still down. Are you sure you're okay?" Annie had a concerned, worried look pasted across her face, which had Rose take a deep, relaxing breath.

"I-I'm fine, Annie," Rose said, trying for her voice to sound as cheerful as she could make it, to convince Annie that she was okay. "I'm fine…really," Rose remembered when she said almost the exact words to Jack—when Jack was concerned for her 'fire' that would burn out. She closed her eyes, as if to block the world from her vision and remove the burden that stayed on her shoulders. Once she opened her eyes, she looked down at her drink and felt her hands get cold. Annie still held the worried expression on her face, which made Rose sit there, totally helpless. She couldn't hold it in any longer. The pain and the hurt that had lived inside her for the past two months came pouring out in her tears. Rose brought a hand towards her face, in attempt to cover her tears from Annie. She felt Annie take the glass from her and set it on the small table beside them. She felt Annie's arms go around her, as she brought her face to her chest, allowing for her to cry.

"Shhh, it's okay, Rose," Annie said, rocking back and forth, as if comforting a small child. "Let it all out, Rose. Everything will be okay, just cry it all out, and you'll feel more better."

Annie's soothing voice caused for Rose to clung onto her dress as tears cascaded down her delicate cheeks, as her face wrinkle in anguish and hurt.

"Why did it have to happen?" Rose cried, her voice barely audible. "Why did the ship have to sink? Why?" Rose's voice cracked as she said the last word. "I-I try not to think about it…to think about how close I was to losing Jack, but every time I try, it comes back and haunts me," Rose's body shook with her sobs, as she clutched onto Annie for dear life. "I still have nightmares of that night. Why can't it just leave me alone?"

Annie pulled back, to look into Rose's eyes, which were red from her tears of agony.

"Rose," Annie said. "No matter if you try to forget about that night, it will always stay with you…and with Jack."

Rose looked up at him, her breath shaking as more tears fell from her eyes.

"I'm just scared, Annie," Rose admitted, her voice hoarse. "I'm scared that I'm going to lose Jack…that something is going to go wrong with the baby, that my mother might be back to her old self…I'm just scared, I need Jack…I want Jack," Rose cried, covering her face as more tears fell from her eyes.

"You want me to go get him?" Annie asked, a gentle, caring hand on her shoulder. Rose looked up at Annie, tears blurring her vision. Rose couldn't even find her voice anymore, but with a slight nod from her head, gave Annie the answer that she wanted. "I'll be right back," Annie said, getting up from her seat and heading towards the door. She looked over her shoulder, glancing at Rose. "If you want to freshen up, the bathroom is down that hall." Rose just nodded her head, as Annie disappeared in the hallway.

Jack and Fabrizio had been talking for the past hour and Jack let our a heartwarming laugh at Fabrizio's last comment, when suddenly, he heard an abrupt knock on the door. Jack got up and went to pull open the door, revealing Annie who had a worried expression on her face.

"Annie, what's wrong?" Jack asked. "Is it Rose?"

"Well, it has to deal with her," Annie said. "Jack, she's kind of gloomy lately. She can't seem to stop crying and she's afraid of losing you. I don't know what to do, Jack."

"I'll be right there," Jack said, as he watched Annie nod her head slightly. With that, Jack went towards their bedroom, where he slipped on his shirt, that was on the chair, and pulled up his suspenders. As he did so, he made his way towards the parlor room, where he found Fabrizio looking up at him. "I'll be right back, Fabri. It's just that Rose needs me right now," Jack said, hoping that he understands.

"Va bene," Fabrizio said, nodding his head, as he watched Jack smile and disappear into the hallway.

When he reached Annie's apartment, he saw Rose sitting on the couch, with her eyes glaring downward, with a gloomy expression pasted upon her face. He suddenly felt his heart begin to weaken, as he saw his wife in this state. He hoped that he would never have to see her like this, all broken up and hurt. Stepping into the apartment, he slowly made his way towards her, and crouched down in front of her, holding both her hands in his, as he looked up into her emerald-blue eyes.

"Rose?" Jack said, his voice showing off a hint of concern and worry. "Are you okay?"

Rose looked into his ocean-blue eyes as she found them shining with worry and concern. Those eyes that always looked down at her, now looked up at her, as Jack crouched down in front of her. She felt as if she were a child, finding comfort from her husband. She had thought that she had got over the tragedy, but the more she thinks about it, the more it haunts her, and the more it causes for her heart to break, by the mere thought of losing the man who was before her. She couldn't seem to find her voice, for she was afraid that she would cry once more. Her eyes were red from crying, as her face held a gloomy appearance. She found her vision blurred as she looked into Jack's eyes, finding that tears were once again threatening to fall from her eyes. She just sat there, totally helpless and scared. Her hands, that were held by both of Jack's, were cold and were shaking from her agony. Finally finding her voice, she opened her mouth.

"Oh, Jack," Rose cried, feeling her tears slide down her porcelain cheek. "I-I'm scared, Jack. I can't get it out of my mind. It haunts me. The screams and the c-cold water, oh, Jack, please hold me," Rose cried, as she buried her face in Jack's shoulder, as she got out of her seat, and crouched down in front of him, clutching onto his shirt for dear life.

Jack got up, bringing Rose to her feet, as he held her close to him, wrapping his arms securely around her body, and buried his face beneath her fiery red curls. He felt her body shake in her heartbreaking sobs, as whispered in her ear.

"I'm here Rose," Jack whispered to her, as she continued to shed tears. "I'm not going anywhere, everything will be all right," Jack felt Rose lift her head, as he met with her emerald-blue eyes, which shone with tears of hurt and agony. He felt her tighten her grip on his shirt as she looked up at him.

"I love you," Rose said, in her soft, hoarse voice. "I love you, so much. I'm glad you're here with me. I never want you to leave me. Please promise me that you won't leave me, Jack…please!"

Jack just looked down at her, seeing her eyes shine with hope, hurt, love, agony, and with plead. Jack couldn't help but press his lips onto her, tasting the sweetness of her mouth, as he shared a passionate, yet loving kiss, bringing both his hands to her face. Breaking away from the kiss, he looked into her eyes, with an intense gaze. A gaze of promise and love.

"I promise, Rose," Jack said, with certainty and love. "I promise that I won't ever leave you."

Giving him a smile, she buried her face in his chest and just cried, letting the rest of her tears fall, as Jack's strong, loving embrace held her with comfort and love.

"I love you," Rose cried once more, as she clutched onto Jack's shirt, wrinkling it under her grip. "I love you more than words could ever say…"

"I love you too, Rose," Jack said. "More than you can ever imagine…" Jack held her as close to him as he could. Nothing meant more to him than spending time with the one that he loves. The one woman that stood by his side for the past two months and agreed to spend the rest of her life with him. That meant more to him than any jewel or money in the world. He was sure glad to have Rose by his side. To have his Rose—the woman he loves—by his side, forever—until death tears them apart.

A/N: Please, please review!!