A/N: Sorry for the long delay...you know the deal...hope you enjoy:D
Chapter Forty-Three
December,24,1912
Weeks passed since the wedding, and before they knew it, Christmas was a day away. Not only was it Christmas Eve, it was also Rose's eighteenth birthday. As well as the second year that her father had passed. It was daybreak, and Rose was sound asleep, her hand resting upon her swollen belly. Jack was not laying beside her, as he was busy making breakfast in the kitchen. He had also bought her a gift. Not just any gift. He had bought a house in Santa Monica—right beside Jonathan's house—as he had remembered the promise he had made her on their honeymoon. He had sent a telegram to the owner of the house that he was interested, and that he would plan on moving in, once they were ready, and once the baby was born. Jack hadn't known whether he should show her the deed to the house on her birthday, or tomorrow—on Christmas day. Jack shut of the stove, as the eggs were scrambled, and the sausages were heated. The aroma of the cooked breakfast filled the air, causing for Jack to glance at the door, wondering if Rose would awaken. A Christmas tree, decorated with green, red, and gold ornaments was placed in the corner of the parlor room. Also, their first Christmas ornament was placed on the tree as well. It wrote: Jack and Rose Dawson's First Christmas Together, 1912, and on the back of the beautiful heart ornament, Jack had a message written: Life is a gift, so don't waste it. Make each day count, and never let go of your promises. I love you, Rose. Always have, always will. When Jack had shown the ornament to Rose, she was touched, and have given Jack a powerful hug, along with several kisses.
Jack smiled, as he poured the scrambled eggs onto a plate, along with a sausage and hotcakes. Jack took the plate and placed it onto the tray, along with a glass of orange juice, and a wrapped gift beside it. Jack picked up the tray and looked up, as he began walking out of the kitchen, and into the Christmas decorated parlor room, as he turned and pressed his shoulder against the partially closed bedroom door, opening it as quietly as he could, until he had caught sight of Rose, still sound asleep. He let out a quiet chuckle, as he placed the tray on the nightstand beside him, sitting on the edge of the bed, staring down at Rose. She looked like an angel, sound asleep—and when she was awake. And took his hand and gently grazed it against her cheek, removing some curls that had fallen on her face. Jack felt Rose stir under his touch, but noticed as a smile was spread across her face. His smile grew when he found that her eyes fluttered open, gazing up at him with drowsy, but loving eyes.
"Well, good morning," Rose said, her voice weary. Her tired smile brightened her face.
"Good morning to you, my love," Jack said, leaning down to give Rose a gentle kiss. "Happy eighteenth birthday." Jack's voice was sincere and loving, as he took Rose's hand in his, stroking it ever so gently.
"Thank you," Rose said, smiling, as she sat up.
Jack stood up, and propped the pillows up behind her, to make her more comfortable. He smiled down at Rose, and pressed his lips against her forehead, before stepping back.
"Are you comfortable?" Jack asked, looking over at her with generous eyes.
Rose smiled and nodded. "Pretty comfortable," Rose said, placing her hands over her stomach.
"Good," Jack said, as he picked up the tray and placed it on her lap. "You get to have breakfast in bed."
Rose smiled as she looked down at the prepared food. "Hmmm…looks delicious," Rose said. She glanced up at him, her eyes twinkling. "You made this?" She asked, referring to the food.
"Mmmhmm," Jack said, nodding. "I would do anything for my birthday girl."
"Anything?" Rose asked, a teasing smile placed upon her face.
"Anything," Jack concluded, nodding his head.
"Okay, why don't you dress into one of my dresses," Rose said. "Just for the fun of it."
"Me? Put on a dress?" Jack asked, pointing to himself.
"Well, you said that you would do anything for your birthday girl, so, I want to see you in a dress," Rose said, smiling. "I want to see just how handsome you look in a maternity dress."
"If you want to see me in a dress, you'll see me in a dress," Jack said, as he walked towards the closet, where he pulled out one of Rose's lavender dresses. He smiled, as he slipped it on, and tied the sash behind him. He then turned to Rose and spread his arms out, as he looked down at himself. "Well, what do you think?"
Rose couldn't hold back the giggle that was creeping from her throat. She placed a hand over her mouth, as her eyes glistened with laughter. Her laughter filled the room, as she saw Jack turn around, the dress falling to the floor.
"So, you find this amusing, huh?" Jack asked, smiling.
"I should say that I do," Rose said, her smile broadening.
"Well, why don't you put on one of my clothes, huh?" Jack asked, pointing to the dresser, with a playful smile on his face, as his eyes shone with laughter. "I'd like to see you in pants."
"All right then," Rose said, placing the tray beside her, as she got out of bed, and pulled off the nightgown she wore. She then waddled over to the dresser, where she pulled out a pair of Jack's corduroy pants, as she carefully slipped them on. She then took out a clean shirt and put it on, as she pulled the suspenders over her shoulders. She looked down at herself, smiling, as the pants were big on her, as it covered her feet, and the shirt sleeves covered her hands. She looked up at Jack, and smiled. "Well, how do I look?"
Jack nodded, as if satisfied by what he saw. "You look pretty good for a pregnant woman, dressed in men's clothes," Jack said, placing a hand over his chin. "You should wear them more often."
Rose laughed. "You don't look bad yourself," Rose joked. "Pretty handsome, too."
Jack chuckled as he stepped towards her, and placed his hands over her hips. He smiled and pressed his cheek against hers.
"I may be handsome," Jack began. "But I know that I'm also madly in love with you."
Rose smiled as she held onto him. "I should say that I feel the same," Rose said.
Jack then leaned in, as he pressed his lips onto hers, bringing her into an intense kiss, that had emphasized Jack's love for her, as he held her close to him. He let out a chuckle from in-between their kiss, as he had felt a kick from his unborn child. Jack caressed her abdomen with gentle fingers, while he continued to kiss Rose. Minutes later, he pulled away, and gazed into her eyes.
"My love," Jack whispered, stroking her cheek lovingly. "I wouldn't know what I'd do without you in my life."
"I wouldn't know either," Rose said, looking up at him.
Jack smiled and just pressed his forehead against hers, as he looked deeply into Rose's eyes.
"Why are we just standing here?" Jack asked. "You should by lying down, eating your breakfast."
As if on cue, Rose's stomach growled. "Well, maybe I should go and eat," Rose said, walking towards the bed, where she sat down against the propped pillows, bringing the tray back onto her lap. She looked up, and watched as Jack removed the dress, and placed it onto a chair, where he had sat himself down and just watched his wife eat. "Why are you sitting over there? Come over here and if you're a good boy, I'll feed you."
Jack smiled, as he got up and walked towards the bed, where he sat himself down beside her. "If I'm a good boy, huh?" Jack asked, chuckling.
"Yes," Rose said. "If you're a good boy. Which means no kissing me when I'm trying to eat, and no touching. Deal?"
"Ah, you're gonna torture me that bad?" Jack asked. "I could hardly keep my lips off of you…" Jack said as he pressed his lips onto her cheek.
"Ah-ah-ah," Rose said, holding out a pointed finger. "Be a good boy, before mommy lets your starve for the morning."
Jack pouted and sat back, as if he were obeying his mother. "Yes, mom…" Jack said, holding back a smile.
Rose giggled and placed some scrambled eggs onto the fork, and held it out to Jack, who had then opened his mouth, where he welcomed the taste of the delicious eggs. He chewed gracefully and nodded his head.
"See?" Rose said, looking down at her food, as she fed herself. "Doesn't hurt to obey a few rules, now does it?"
"And who says that I was obeying your rules?" Jack teased, looking over at Rose.
"I said so," Rose said. "I'm the one carrying your child, which you have created amongst our lovemaking."
Jack laughed. "Oh, so now you're complaining about carrying my child?" Jack asked, scooting closer to her, as he placed an arm around her. "I thought you were thrilled about holding my child inside your stomach."
Rose looked into his eyes and smiled. "I am," Rose said. "I'm more than thrilled, to tell you the truth. I'm pleased, grateful, happy. I would carry hundreds more, as long as they're yours too."
Jack smiled as he looked into her eyes. "I love you, Rose," Jack said.
"Forevermore," Rose added. "I love you as well, my darling."
"Go on," Jack said. "Finish your breakfast. You need to feed that little one inside you, as well as yourself."
Rose grinned and looked down at her food, as she finished up the last bits of food that were left after she had shared some with Jack and had eaten the others herself. The moment she had finished devouring her breakfast, she picked up the glass of orange juice, as she took several gulps, and handed the rest to Jack, who took it and drank up the rest of the juice. Rose smiled, when suddenly she caught a glimpse of a wrapped gift on the tray.
"What's this?" Rose asked, lifting the wrapped gift, that was a shape of a square, and was about two inches thick.
"Why don't you open it and find out?" Jack asked, nodding his head towards the wrapped gift.
Rose looked down at the gift and did as she was told, revealing a Macy's box. She pulled the lid out, and gasped when she found a locket. She carefully removed the necklace from the box, as she opened the locket, revealing a small picture of Jack and herself. She looked over at him, with her eyes glistening in tears.
"Oh, Jack," Rose whispered, awestruck, and not knowing what to say. "I love it. It's beautiful…"
"Glad you like it," Jack said. "Picked it myself. Sorta reminded me of you when I saw the locket."
Rose could see why it had reminded Jack of her, for on the front of the locket, a rose was engraved. Rose ran her fingers over the smooth metal and couldn't help but throw her arms around Jack, thanking him numerous of times, until Jack laughed and said that it was his gift to her, for her birthday.
"Would you mind putting it on for me?" Rose asked, handing him the necklace.
"Not at all," Jack said, as he took the necklace and clasped it onto her neck, where he kissed her cheek. "Happy birthday, my love."
"Thank you, again," Rose said. "You're such a wonderful husband. But you have to know, that I don't need gifts to know that you love me. I don't need material things, just so you could show how much you love me. Jack, I would give everything up, just so I could be close to you." She looked over at him, and reached for his hand. "Jack, remember when I said that I'd get off with you when the Titanic would dock?"
Jack nodded, remembering every word that was spoken. "Of course," Jack said, gripping onto her hand.
"Well, if the ship hadn't sank, I would've gone off with you—even if it meant living in the streets," Rose said, her voice hinting with truth and love. "Nothing means more to me than you being by my side."
Jack smiled, and within seconds had pulled Rose into a passionate kiss. Their lips brushed against each other, where their tongues had stroked each other with gentle love. Jack pressed his fingers on Rose's cheek, as he slowly pulled away.
"So, what would the birthday girl like to do for today?" Jack asked, knowing that they had the day off, along with Christmas day as well.
"I don't know," Rose said, looking into his eyes. Suddenly, a sly smile came across her face. "Well, maybe you could draw me like one of your French girls again…" Rose said, playing with his shirt collar. "The first one is lost with the Titanic, and I figured we could have another one, as a memory…just meant for the two of us."
Jack's smile grew, as his eyes danced with happiness. "Hmmm, sounds good to me," Jack said, tucking a ruby ringlet behind Rose's ear. "I'll go get my stuff."
"And I'll undress here," Rose said, winking at him. She saw Jack smile at her, as he quickly got out of the bed and scurried into the parlor room.
Rose slid off the bed carefully, as she removed Jack's clothes, along with her under wear, and went back on the bed, pulling the sheet over her bare body. Her chest was bulging as it held milk for the unborn baby that would be born within a few weeks or more. Benjamin had already gave her a maternity leave, and said that he would find a replacement for her, until she would return. Rose, however, hadn't liked the idea, but knew that it was for the best, for she had to think of her and her unborn child's safety. Minutes later, she saw Jack step in the bedroom, with his artist tools in his hand. Rose smiled as she noticed him stare at her with loving, seductive eyes. After he took a deep breath, he pulled out the chair that was in the room and sat down on it, setting the portfolio on his lap.
"So," Jack began. "You want me to draw you with the sheet covering you? That's not exactly how I drew my 'French' girls…" Jack said, laughing.
"I know," Rose said. "It just got chilly in here for a bit. But I'm ready now."
With that said, Rose uncovered herself, revealing her bare body. She smiled, and tried to put her best posing position, but failed when she couldn't find a perfect spot. She looked over at Jack, finding a crooked smile upon his face.
"Well, are you going to help me or not?" Rose asked, still holding her rich Philadelphian accent that she had developed ever since she was a little girl.
Jack chuckled and got up, as he walked towards her. He grabbed a few pillows, and set them beside her, as he told her to lie down on them. He then told her to place her hand close to her face, as her other was placed over her stomach. Jack nodded, approvingly, as he stepped back and placed a hand on his chin.
"Perfect," Jack said as he made his way towards the chair, and got in his drawing position. He looked over at Rose, smiling. "Now, you know the deal. Stay still, no moving, no laughing…just keep your eyes to me…got it?"
"I got it," Rose said, calmly, as she looked over at him, giving him a smile before she put on a serious, but playful face.
Jack smiled and within minutes, he began sketching his pregnant wife. His eyes concentrated on every detail that Rose's body held, while he drew it on paper. Even if he had seen her in the nude before, and had made love to her many times, he still felt his heart flutter nervously within his chest, as he felt his blood rush up to his cheeks, turning them pink of embarrassment. Only fifteen minutes had passed, until he had gotten Rose's face drawn on the paper. His piercing blue eyes glanced at her with seriousness, as his eyes squinted with concentration. He looked down at the paper, as he heard the lead pencil scratch against the drawing paper, while lines were drawn from Rose's beautiful, pregnant body.
Rose stayed still, keeping her pose as the way Jack had left it. She looked over at him, and couldn't help but bring a small smile upon her lips, for she saw the same exact look she had eight months ago in the sitting room, of her stateroom in Titanic, when Jack had drawn her in the nude, for the first time, with the Heart of the Ocean around her neck. She knew that the drawing was at the bottom of the Atlantic, and would never be found or seen again. She watched as Jack's fingers brushed against the papers, making shadows that were needed, while his blue eyes had looked her way more than once. As much as she had known that she had seen him look at her, she still felt shivers go up her spine, as she felt her body quiver with pure love and nervousness. It was as if she had just met Jack, and was trying to do everything she could so they could be together—even give up her rich, first class life—and being chased by Cal's manservant, and reliving the moments that they had at the backseat of the Renault. And Rose knew that moments after Jack would finish the drawing, that they would make love. Meanwhile, Rose closed her eyes, and felt a smile come upon her face, as she had remained still, so Jack could sketch her, for the second time.
Nearly two hours had passed by, before Jack took a final glance at Rose, before he put the final touches on the portrait. He looked at the drawing, examining it, making sure that he hadn't missed any details, and after he had done so, he went to the bottom right hand corner and scribbled his initials, along with the date. Smiling, he threw the lead pencil on the table beside him, and sighed happily, as he looked over at the drawing, a satisfied smile on his face. He blew the lead dust from the drawing, and held it at arms length, as he nodded his head approvingly. He looked over at Rose, who smiled at him. He watched as she slid off the bed, and slipped on her robe. He sat up straighter, when she had walked towards him, looking over his shoulder.
"Hmmm," Rose said, placing two hands on his shoulder. "You never fail to amaze me, Jack."
"Well, I try my best," Jack said, looking up at her.
Rose smiled and pressed her lips firmly on his, as she brought him into a powerful kiss. Moments later, she pulled away and gazed into his eyes.
Jack set the portfolio on the table beside him, as he got up and held Rose close to him. He leaned in, and kissed her forehead lovingly, as he made a trail down her cheeks, and onto her neck, where he heard Rose's breathing become heavier as her fingers clutched onto his shirt. Jack's lips brushed against her smooth, porcelain skin. Jack then went up towards her chin, before he finally made contact with her own lips, which had welcomed his tongue lovingly, as he had gave her a passionate kiss, which grew with intensity and love. Their kiss had been broken when they had heard a sudden knock on the door, causing for both to gaze over at the bedroom door. Jack smiled and looked down at her, kissing her forehead once more.
"I'll get it," Jack said, leaving Rose in the bedroom, as he made his way through the parlor room, and towards the apartment door, which he had pulled open, greeting Annie, who held a wrapped gift in her hand.
"Hello, Jack," Annie smiled. "Is Rose home?"
"Of course she is," Jack said. "She's in the bedroom. Hold on a sec, I'll get her…come on in." Jack moved back, allowing for Annie to step in, as he closed the door and stepped into their bedroom, where he found Rose slip on a dress, which was purple in color, with a velvety texture. He smiled as he leaned against the doorway. "Annie's here…"
Rose looked over at him, and smiled. "I'll be there in a minute," Rose said, trying to tie the sash behind her.
"Here," Jack said, walking towards her. "Let me help you with that." Jack took the two ribbons, and tied them neatly behind her back, and once he finished, he set his chin on her shoulder. "My love, you seem to grow beautiful every day that passes by."
Rose smiled, and looked down at herself. "How could you possibly find me attractive?" Rose asked. "I'm the size of a watermelon!"
"Well, you're a very beautiful watermelon," Jack added.
Rose laughed as she turned to face him. "Well, at least I'm married to a man who isn't as picky about looks," Rose said, looking up at him.
"Looks aren't everything," Jack said. "It's what's inside that counts. And I love you, for who you are, not what you look like."
"As do I," Rose said, smiling. "And my love for you may never die, for it is as strong as anything in this world, and nothing will ever break it. I love you, Jack. Forever and for always."
Jack smiled and kissed her with all his passion and love. "I love you too," Jack said. "Now go on…don't keep Annie waiting all day."
Rose smiled and headed towards the door. "I won't, Jack," Rose said, as she opened the door. She took one final glance, before she went into the parlor room, ready to greet her best friend. "Hello, Annie!" Rose said, going over to her, to give her a friendly hug. "How have you been?"
"I've been fine," Annie said. "How 'bout you? How's the baby?"
"It's fine," Rose said, stroking her abdomen. "One more month left until it gets out of me."
"Oh, be patient," Annie said. "I heard that once they come out, they won't ever stop growing."
Rose laughed and nodded. "I heard that too, but I'm starting to miss my old self," Rose said. "I sort of miss my feet as well! I haven't seen them for months!"
Annie laughed. "Happy eighteenth birthday, Rose," Annie said, as she handed her the wrapped gift.
"Awww, you shouldn't have," Rose said, accepting the gift.
"I know," Annie said. "But I wanted to. Seeming, that you need it and all."
Rose looked up at her and smiled, as she headed towards the sofa, where she sat herself down, alongside Annabelle. Rose looked down at the wrapped gift and began ripping the paper off, revealing a white paper box. Removing the lid, she gasped as she lifted baby clothes from the box. A smile grazed her face, while she looked over at Annie.
"Oh, Annie," Rose said, admiring the clothes. "They're beautiful. Thank you so much…"
"Not a problem," Annie said. "Like I said, I know you are going to need them."
Rose smiled and pulled Annie into a tight, friendly hug. "You're such a great friend to have, Annie," Rose said, as she looked down at the clothes. "And it would be my pleasure—as well as Jack's—to have you as the godmother of our child."
Annie's smile grew, as her face brightened. "I would be honored, Rose," Annie said. "Nothing would mean more to me than to be the godmother of your child."
Rose smiled and held Annie, as she embraced her. "I'm glad," Rose said. Rose then sat back, and looked over at her bedroom door. "I wonder what Jack is doing in there…hold on," Rose got up and waddled over to the door, which she had opened quietly, before entering the room. "Jack?" Rose called, noticing that the room was empty. She also noticed that the bed was made, and that the clothes were put away. She smiled, as she closed the door behind her. "Jack, are you in here?" Rose asked, walking over to a door that would lead her to the bathroom. She knocked on the door gently, before she heard a response.
"Come in!" Jack's voice was heard, as she heard sounds of movement and splattering of water.
Rose pushed open the door and watched as Jack was cleaning off the bathroom. Rose suppressed a giggle, as she watched him on his hands and knees, scrubbing the floor with a big yellow sponge. He looked up at her, his hair falling on his face.
"My, Jack," Rose said, nodding her head. "I'm impressed. But, you don't have to do all this. I'm the wife here, aren't I?"
"Yes," Jack said. "You are, but you're pregnant, for one, and two, I'm not just gonna let you do all the work. I'm not the type of husband that would sit down and watch his wife cook and clean for him. No, I couldn't just let you do that. I'm married to you because I love you, not because I want someone to clean after me. Besides, I like cleaning."
"You really are one of a kind, Jack," Rose pointed out. "You know, not a lot of men would take guts to do what you're doing, but I also know that not a lot of men would ever make me feel as if I were the only woman in the world. That's what I love most about you, Jack. You treat me as a woman should be treated—not disrespectfully or possessively—but with pure love, respect, and kindness, that would make a woman want to kneel down to you, and treat you as if you were a God."
Jack chuckled, as he looked up at her, from his position. "Well, as my mom used to say—if you want to marry a girl, you have to treat her with respect, love her, care for her, and help her. Don't just sit down and watch her do all the work. Make her love you more, by helping her with the chores. Then, you'll be treated the same way in return—and I have to admit, good thing I followed my mother's advice. For if I hadn't, you wouldn't be married to me right now."
"Your mother must've been a smart woman," Rose said. "I know I would've loved to meet her."
"You would," Jack said, having a longing look in his eyes. "And she would've loved you. Also, she would've been thrilled that she would become a grandmother. She always loved children."
"The same with my father," Rose said, her eyes suddenly filling with tears. "He passed away exactly two years ago. He died of leukemia, and he promised me that he would walk me down the aisle, but he didn't, and…I wish he had lived…I wish he hadn't gotten the cancer, and that he just lived to watch me marry, and have children, and—"
Jack got up and went towards her, embracing her with arms that touched her body with love and care. "Shhh," Jack said, as he soothed her, by rubbing her back lovingly. "He's not fully gone from you, Rose. He's in your heart. He's watching over you, just as my parents are watching over me."
Rose buried her face in his chest, as she let the tears flow. "But I miss him, Jack…I miss him. He always had done something to make me feel loved. He would take me on horseback rides, where we would go to the lake, and just sit and talk. He would read me stories and make me laugh—something my mother has never done—and he made my spirit feel alive," Rose cried. She sniffed, as she wiped some of the tears away. "He was the first man, before you, that has made me feel free and loved. That made me feel as if I were worthwhile and important. I just wish he were alive today, so he could've met you. He would've loved you, as if you were his own son. I know it. I could just imagine him smiling and taking you in his arms and just say how glad he is that I have found you. But, he's gone. Gone forever, never to be seen again, and…"
"Rose," Jack said, calmly, taking Rose in his arms. "You must understand that your father will never leave you. If he loved you that much, and you loved him in return, he is in your heart, guiding you through life. Also, he's watching over you, proud that you have found a suitable husband, who fathers your child. Rose, I know I would've been glad to have met your father, but there is nothing we could do at this point."
"I wish there was," Rose cried. "I just wish there was, Jack…"
"I know," Jack whispered. "But we can't just keep on wishing all our lives, now can we?" Jack's smile was sincere and gentle. "It's your birthday, and it's Christmas Eve. You should be happy—not miserable. Rose, I understand your father had died of leukemia, and I understand that you miss him, but remember what I have told you. Make each day count. You have got to move on, Rose. You can't live all your life mourning over your father. I'm sure he wouldn't want that, just as I wouldn't have wanted that, if I hadn't lived."
A warm tear had fell down her cheek, as she gazed up at him. She had realized that Jack was right. She should move on, and not just mourn over her father. She knew he would always be with her, and that he's watching over her at the moment, and is probably proud of her to have found a husband like Jack, and to have conceived his child. Her fingers brushed against Jack's rough shirt, as she sniffed and nodded her head. Rose felt her tear stains that were on her cheeks, as brushed her tears away with her fingers.
"You're right," Rose said. "I should move on. Live my life to the fullest, and make each day count."
"That's right," Jack said, stroking her cheek with his thumb. "And just keep that in mind. Make sure you don't forget it."
"I won't," Rose said, forcing a smile.
Jack could sense that Rose had wanted to be alone, so he kissed her forehead, and gripped onto her shoulders, lovingly. "I'll leave you alone now," Jack said. "To mend to your thoughts and to let your feelings out. Just make sure that you don't overdo yourself. You have to remember that there's a baby in you, and anything could damage a baby, at this point."
"I understand, Jack," Rose said. "Annie's in the parlor room, waiting for me. Tell her I'm taking a nap or something. I just really do need some time alone."
"All right," Jack said. "I'll be in the parlor room if you need me."
Rose nodded her head and watched as Jack left the bathroom, heading towards the parlor room. Once Jack had left, Rose went back into the bedroom, where she sat on the bed, and let her tears flow down her cheeks. She looked up at the ceiling, as she intertwined her fingers together, as her body shook with her sobs.
"Oh, daddy," Rose cried. "Why did you have to die? Why did you have to leave me like this? I wanted her there for me. You promised me that you would walk me down the aisle…and you didn't. You didn't even get the chance to meet Jack. Why?…why?…why?" Rose pressed her cheek against the pillow, as she let her tears flow. She had wished her father was there for her when she married Jack, and now, she wished that he would be there for her when she gives birth to her first child. But he wasn't, and he never will be. Or so she thought.
As she cried on her pillow, she slowly began to drift onto dreamland, where her sobs had subsided, and where she dreamt of someone she had thought she would never see again.
Rose was standing in the middle of an all white room. It had a cloudy appearance, and soft music was playing. Rose turned her head, perplexed, wondering where she was, and where Jack could be.
"Jack?" Rose called, her voice shaken. "Jack, where are you?"
"Jack is fine, Rosie," She heard a familiar voice say.
Rose stood there, her eyes wide, filling with tears. Could that really be him? Could that really be her father? She stroked her stomach, as if protecting her child from this person who had had the same exact voice as her father. Slowly, Rose turned around, never expecting the person she just saw. She gasped as her eyes widened. Her mouth opened, then closed, as if she wanted to say something, and her hands rested on her abdomen, not moving. Rose felt a single tear slide down her cheek, as she stared right into her father's eyes. Something she had never expected to do ever again. She watched as he began walking closer to her, smiling.
"D-daddy?" Rose cried, her voice hoarse and shocked. "I-is that you?"
"Yes, Rosie, it's me," William said, stroking her cheek gently.
Rose's tears began to overflow, as she began to cry again. She felt her heart beat nervously, as her breath was shaking.
"Shhh," William said, as he circled his arms around his daughter, and bringing her close. "Everything is okay, my flower. Everything will be all right."
"How?" Rose asked, looking up at her father. He still had the same brown hair that he had when he had been taken away from her. The same warm blue eyes and the same smile. It was as if he had never left her in the way he did. It was as though he was really alive. Alive and by her side, to protect her. "How am I seeing you? How am I…?"
"You're really sleeping, my dear," William said. "But I'm here to set things straight. I did not plan to leave you in the way I did. You think I actually wanted to die? I wanted to be by your side always. But that was just not meant to be."
"I know, but I just wish you were there, when…" Rose began.
"I was," William said. "I was there when you married Jack. And you don't know how happy I was to see you actually marry the man you love, instead of that possessive fellow, Caledon Hockley."
"You know everything?" Rose asked, as though she hadn't known that he had been watching over her. "Even…"
"Yes," William said. "I saw everything. Even the Titanic tragedy. And my dear, you don't know how happy I was to have known you lived. And how happy I was that Jack had actually survived. He was so close into joining me here…"
"You mean, this is…" Rose said, looking around the room, then back at her father.
"Yes, this is heaven," William said. "And someday, you're going to be here too. Only when your time comes."
"But mother, she—" Rose began.
"I know she has met Benjamin, and I'm sure that he would make a perfect husband for her," William said. "She has a right to move on, you know. She cannot stay widowed for the rest of her life. If she feels that she loves him, and I know he loves her, then they are meant to be. Just as your mother and I were. But no matter what, Rosie, I will be watching over you, and your mother. As I have for the past two years. I'll even watch over that little one inside you, and your husband, whom I know you love with all your heart."
A smile suddenly grazed her face. "I do, daddy," Rose said, nodding her head slightly. "I love him with everything that I have. I wouldn't know what I'd do without him in my life."
"But I know, that if he wasn't by your side, you would have moved on and kept his promise," William said, then smiled. "Just as you have kept mine."
"I know I would have," Rose said. "But I also know, that if it weren't for Jack, I would never have been able to keep your promise. I would've been married to Cal, possibly bearing his own child, while he hopes to have a son as an heir."
"And you know, he has changed," William said. "He really has."
"Yes, I know," Rose said, bowing her head down.
William lifted her chin with his finger. "Remember to always be happy, and as Jack says, make each day count. Don't let him down, just because you're mourning over me. He's worried about you, I'm sensing it right now. He's worried for you, and your unborn son."
Rose smiled, as her tears shimmered in her eyes. "I'm having a son?" Rose asked, stroking her belly lovingly.
"Yes, Rosie," William said. "Your first child is a boy. And I'm sure he'll grow to be quite a handsome one at that."
Rose let out a short giggle, as she felt a tear slide down her porcelain cheek. "And I shall name him after the man who has made me feel loved throughout my childhood years. I shall name him after you, daddy. And I promise you that I will," Rose said, smiling.
"And I would be honored," William said. He suddenly looked up, as a sweet, small smile grazed his handsome face. "Well, Rosie, I better go. Jack is about to go in and wake you, and you must awake, for your mother is in the parlor room, waiting for you. Happy birthday, my sweet flower. And many more to come after this."
"Don't go, daddy, please," Rose said, tears beginning to fall down her cheeks. "Stay with me…"
"I can't do that, my dear," William said. "But what I can do, is continue to watch over you. To watch you live your life to the fullest with the man you love, and with that child of yours, and lots more after him."
Rose then wrapped her arms around her father's neck and held him close. "I love you, daddy…I always have," Rose said, her wet cheeks pressed against her father's. "And always will."
"As do I, my Rosie," William said. "I will always love you, and your mother. And within a month, I'll grow to love my grandson. Take good care of him, Rose."
"I will, daddy," Rose said, crying. "I'll take good care of him. I promise."
"Good," William said. "Goodbye, my flower."
"Goodbye, daddy," Rose said, her vision blurred by her tears.
"Farewell, my darling," William said. "Remember, I'll be watching over you throughout the years."
"I'll remember, daddy," Rose said. "Goodbye…I love you."
William nodded and smiled. He then began to get farther and farther away, as Rose looked at him, reaching out to her, but by then, he had disappeared and was brought back to her world, as she felt herself tossing and turning, feeling a pair of strong, but gentle arms grip her shoulders lovingly, as she heard Jack's soft voice call to her.
"Rose…" Jack said, trying to wake his wife up. "Rose, wake up. Rose!"
Rose's eyes suddenly fluttered open, as she gazed into Jack's eyes. She sat up straighter, as Jack sat beside her. She was shaking, and her breathing was irregular. Rose brought a hand to her face, and felt that she had been crying. Was it real? Was she actually talking with her father? Rose looked over at Jack, and tried to smile, but couldn't.
"Are you okay, Rose?" Jack asked, worried. "You were screaming out 'daddy', and you were crying."
"I was?" Rose asked, looking into his worried eyes. Had she really screamed out when she was asleep? Maybe it had been real. Maybe she had went up to her father, and talked with him. "Well, I'm fine now. Really."
"Are you sure?" Jack asked, holding her hand in his. "I'm worried about you."
"Jack, I'm fine," Rose said, putting on a reassuring smile. "I was just…well, I just had a pleasant moment with my father."
"You mean, you talked to him?" Jack asked.
"You could say that," Rose said. "But he has been watching over me. Just as you said he would."
Jack smiled. "See? I don't lie. I definitely wouldn't lie to you."
Rose smiled and embraced him. "I love you, Jack. You're everything I ever wanted," Rose said. "I'm glad to have you as my husband."
"And I'm glad to have you as my wife," Jack said, pulling away. "Your mother is in the parlor room. She wants to wish you a happy birthday. Now, I suggest that you wash your face up, and be happy. Today is your birthday. You deserve to be happy today. Not depressed. Besides, I wanna see that smile that I love so much."
Rose smiled and nodded her head. "I promise to be happy, Jack," Rose said.
"That's my girl," Jack said, smiling as he pressed his lips on her forehead. "I'll tell your mother that you'll be out in a minute."
"Okay," Rose said, smiling. She watched as Jack smiled back and left the bedroom, closing the door behind him. Rose sighed and looked up at the ceiling. "Thank you, daddy. Thank you for everything."
With that said, Rose got out of bed, and went into the bathroom, where she went towards the sink, and washed her face off with cool water. Once she had, she took a towel and dried her face, as she glanced at her reflection in the mirror. Rose smiled, and saw that her eyes glowed. Moments later, Rose left the bathroom, and walked down the hallway, and into the parlor room, where she saw the room filled with people she knew. There was her mother, Benjamin, Lucy, Jason, Michael, Annie, Jimmy, and Patricia. Jack smiled at her, as he went towards her and placed an arm around her shoulder.
"This is your birthday party, Rose," Jack said. "I had it all planned to make today a special day. Since it's Christmas Eve, and your eighteenth birthday, I plan to take you out to dinner tonight. But as of now, we'll spend your birthday with us, and just have a good time. How does that sound?" Jack looked down at Rose, and smiled.
"Perfect," Rose said, smiling, as she cuddled inside his arms, feeling safe and loved all over again.
"C'mon, then," Jack said, leading her to the sofa. "You still have presents to open, you know."
Rose laughed and sat down beside him, as a gift was handed to her. She looked up, finding that it was from her mother. Rose took it, and set it on her lap. Rose began unwrapping the gift, and smiled when she saw that there was a basinet placed inside the big box. Rose smiled, as she looked up at her mother.
"Mother, this is beautiful," Rose said, letting her fingers go over the soft fabric of the basinet. "I love it. Thank you so much."
Ruth smiled and went over to her daughter, to give her a motherly hug. "Anything for my daughter," Ruth said. "Besides, I know my grandchild will need it."
Rose smiled, and kissed her mother's cheek. She felt Jack take the basinet, and place it on the floor, beside him. Next, Patricia had handed her a gift. It was rectangular, and big. Rose took it and began unwrapping the gift, and removing the lid, as she found that there were another set of baby clothes put in for her unborn child. She lifted one out of the box, smiling.
"Patricia, they're adorable, thank you," Rose said.
"You're welcome," Patricia said, giving her a hug. "Your baby is going to need it."
Rose smiled and looked down at the clothes. "I'm sure he will," Rose said. She looked up, finding that everyone was looking at her, smiling.
"How do you know it's going to be a boy, Rose?" Ruth asked, looking over at her daughter.
Rose shrugged and smiled. "I just have a feeling that I will have a son," Rose said. She looked over at Jack, who was smiling down at her. Rose smiled back, and leaned on his shoulder, lovingly.
For the next hour, Rose had been opening her gifts, which all were something for the baby. Rose loved them all and thanked every one of them profusely. The room was filled with wrappers and boxes, and Jack decided to help Rose clean. He had told her to stay put and relax, while he cleaned up. He hadn't wanted her to do any work at all for the day, or for the next month, for he had wanted her to relax and just enjoy her birthday. Rose's mother was bringing in the cake that she had baked, and let Rose blow out the candles as she made a wish. Her wish was to just become a good mother, and for Jack to stay by her side always. There was nothing else she could ask for. As Rose cut the first slice, for good luck, she let her mother cut the rest of the cake, as she served everyone else their slice of cake. Rose wanted a small piece, for she didn't want to eat that much sugar, and watched as everyone else devoured the delicious vanilla frosting cake. Rose, however, took small bites of the cake, as Jack, who sat beside her, had watched her eat. His slice was bigger than most, for he loved cake, and he enjoyed eating them. Rose just didn't have the appetite to munch on a big slice of cake, so her slice was oddly smaller than the rest of the guests. After awhile, Rose set her plate down on the coffee table, telling Jack that she wasn't as hungry, and wanted to save up some room for dinner tonight, as Jack had mentioned that he would take her out. Jack nodded his head and just continued to eat his own cake. Rose, however, had gotten up, and went towards the front closet, where she pulled out a coat, and slipped it on.
"Where are you going?" Jack asked, getting up, as he placed his plate down beside hers.
"I'm going over to church," Rose said, putting on her hat and scarf. "To say a prayer to my father." She then slipped on her gloves, getting ready to leave.
"I'll go with you," Jack said, heading towards the closet, taking his coat out.
"You don't have to," Rose said. "I'm sure I'll be fine on my own."
"No," Jack said, shaking his head. "You're in a delicate condition, and I don't want anything to happen to you. It's quite icy out there, and I want to make sure you're safe."
Rose smiled. "All right. If you say so," Rose said, as she watched Jack walk towards her mother, who was nodding her head. Within moments, Jack was by her side, opening the door.
"Ruth will keep watch of the party, while we're out," Jack said, letting Rose go ahead of him.
"All right," Rose said, letting Jack put his hand on her waist, as they went towards the staircase. Rose gripped on the banister, as she carefully made her way down the stairs, alongside Jack. Her stomach was making it difficult for her to watch where she was going, and a part of her was glad that Jack was there to hold her. Once they reached the bottom step, they headed towards the front entrance, where Jack opened the door, as they greeted the chilly air. Rose looked up, finding that it was snowing. A snowflake landed on her eyelash, and she smiled.
"You cold?" Jack asked, rubbing her arms together.
"Not that cold," Rose said. "I'm fine, Jack. Quit worrying."
"How can I?" Jack asked, as they began walking down the steps. "You're my wife, and I'm your husband. It's my job to worry about you."
"I know, but you worry too much than you should," Rose added.
"Well, what can I do?" Jack asked. "You're pregnant and I wouldn't want anything bad happening to you. Besides, I love you too much to let you go out on your own."
"Maybe that's why I'm lucky to have you," Rose said, looking up at him. "And I'm glad I do."
Jack smiled. "Me too," Jack said.
The two walked up the block, and towards the same church that they had married in. the church had been three blocks away from their apartment, so it wasn't along walk. Once they reached the church, Jack opened the doors and they both stepped in, removing their gloves and removing the snow from their shoes. They then entered the church doors, and found that it had been filled with several people. The two did the cross as they walked in, and Rose went towards the candles, which were at the side of the church, and took out twenty cents, which she had slid into the slot, as she lit a candle. She then closed her eyes and said a silent prayer to her father. She opened her eyes and looked up at Jack.
"That's it?" Jack asked.
"That's it," Rose said. "Why don't you light two candles for your parents."
Jack smiled. "Maybe I should," Jack said, slipping his hand into his pockets, taking out forty cents, which he had slipped into the slot, and lit two candles. He then had done the same as Rose had done. He made silent prayers to his parents, and opened his eyes. "You would've loved her, mom. And dad, I know you would've seen her as your own daughter. Too bad you never got the chance to meet her in person, but I know you're watching over us. I love you both, and hope that someday we'll get a chance to see you. Up in heaven." Jack whispered, his smile soft and gentle. He then looked down at Rose, and slipped his hand in hers. "Let's go," Jack said. "I'm sure we could head over to Fabri's restaurant for a bit and just say hi."
"I'd love to," Rose said, smiling, as she followed him towards the front entrance of the church, where they exited and began walking another block up, and turned a corner, until they stopped in front of an Italian restaurant.
"Here we are," Jack said, pulling open the door, where they were greeted with the sound of people talking.
Jack and Rose stepped in and looked around the diner, where they found many of the customers eating their breakfast. Jack then led Rose towards the front counter of the restaurant, and placed his hand firmly on top of the counter. He whistled out to Fabrizio, and smiled as he noticed him. Fabrizio then walked towards him, dressed in an apron.
"Buongiorno, Jack," Fabrizio greeted. "Felice Natale vigilia!"
Jack chuckled. "Happy Christmas Eve, Fabri," Jack said. "You know, today is Rose's eighteenth birthday."
"Che?" Fabrizio said, looking over at Rose. "La bella Rosa? Buon Compleanno, Rosa." Fabrizio smiled warmly at Rose. "Diciotto, tu dire? Well, this 'a calls for a celebrazione!"
Jack chuckled, and shook his head. "No, Fabri, you don't have to…"
"No?" Fabrizio said, looking over at Jack. "What 'a kind of 'a husband are you? We have to celebrate la bella Rosa's compleanno. C'è la sua diciottesimo compleanno. Noi bisogno a la sua diciottesimo compleanno. It's 'a her special day, Jack."
"All right, Fabri," Jack said. "If you say so."
"Of course I 'a say so," Fabrizio said. "She deserves the best, Jack."
"She definitely does, Fabri," Jack said, looking down at her. "And I'll pay for everything."
"No, no," Fabrizio said, shaking his head. "It's on the house…"
"Fabrizio, you don't have to do this, you know," Rose added. "I don't want you to get into trouble."
"I won't 'a get in trouble," Fabrizio said. "My boss 'a loves you guys, and he once told me that if there is 'a anything special, let them have their celebration. And your birthday is special. Now, go to table over there, and sit, so I could serve you your perfect meal."
"All right," Jack said, as he led Rose towards a table for two, which was beside the window. Jack pulled out Rose's chair, and watched as she sat down. He then helped her remove her coat, setting it on the hair behind her, as he walked on the opposite side of the table, taking his coat off as well, and set it on the chair, before he sat himself down. Jack smiled and reached out for Rose's hand and stroked her smooth skin. "So, how's your day so far?"
"Wonderful," Rose said, smiling. "Especially since you're here by my side."
Jack smiled and kissed her hand. "I wouldn't miss this day for the world." Jack's smile grew as his eyes shone. "Happy birthday, Rose."
"Thank you," Rose said, smiling back. "You made this day worthwhile for me."
"I didn't do anything, Rose," Jack said. "You have done everything. You married me. And that means more to me than anything in this world."
Rose smiled and held onto Jack's hand, while she gazed into his eyes.
"Good morning, and here is the meal that Fabrizio had prepared for you," The waitress said, setting two platefuls of scrambled eggs, toast, and bacon in front of both Jack and Rose. "Oh, and he also has a special cake prepared for la bella Rosa, as he calls her, and it's all on the house."
"Thank you," Jack said, nodding his head.
"You're welcome," She said, smiling, then heading over to another customer.
"This looks delicious," Rose said. "My second breakfast of the day. How exciting."
Jack chuckled. "At least you're feeding that little one inside you, as well as yourself," Jack said, beginning to eat his meal. "Besides, I don't blame Fabri for caring for you the way he does."
Rose smiled. "I don't either," Rose said, as she began to eat as well. "And I have to admit, he's an amazing cook."
Jack chuckled and nodded. "I have to agree," Jack said. "Fabri always said something about wanting to become a cook and own a restaurant. Well, so far, he's achieved a part of that goal, since he's a cook, but I'm sure within time, he will own his very own restaurant."
"I'm sure he will," Rose said. "He'll make an excellent restaurant manager."
Rose looked down at the cooked food and was delighted to have Fabrizio as a friend. She knew how much Fabrizio meant to Jack. He was like a brother that Jack never had, and she knew that they were very close. Rose remembered the days when Jack had thought he died, and he was devastated. Hurt, and most of all, heartbroken. But, now that he had found that he lived, he was overjoyed. He was also glad that Fabrizio had found someone to love. And hopefully, someday, they would marry and have kids of their own. Rose took a bit of the bacon and smiled, satisfied. She looked over at the waitress with the dark brown hair and smiled, as she realized that it was Angelina—Fabrizio's girlfriend. She had the Italian accent, but knew good English. Fabrizio knew some English, but not a lot. He was still learning, and was progressing, getting to know English more better than he had before. Sometimes, he could say a sentence in English, without using any Italian. But Rose loved his Italian accent, and loved it when he smiled. It brightened his face up, and made him seem more friendlier and lovelier than he already was. Rose was too caught up in her thoughts, that she hadn't heard Fabrizio walk towards her, holding a cake.
"Buon compleanno a tu, buon compleanno a tu, buon compleanno a bella Rosa, buon compleanno a tu," Fabrizio sang, smiling. "Happy birthday, Rosa…it's 'a from me to you, capisce?"
"Capisce," Rose repeated, smiling. "Thank you, Fabrizio. You don't know how much this means to me."
"No problem," Fabrizio said. "Anything for my best friend wife…"
Rose smiled, as she looked up at him. "You're such a great friend, Fabrizio. I'm glad to have met you," Rose said, getting up, giving Fabrizio a hug, after he placed the cake on the table.
"Me too, la bella Rosa," Fabrizio said, hugging her back. "Oh, I got gift for you, back in my apartment. I bought it long time ago, meant for someone else, but since it is your birthday, I figure you could have it instead."
"Oh, no, Fabrizio, you don't need to," Rose began.
"I know I don't need to, but I want to," Fabrizio said. "You are so good to me, and I feel that I should give you something in return. I say, Jack's friend is always my friend too. And you are my second good friend. And I'm glad to have you with me as a friend."
"As am I, Fabrizio," Rose said.
"All my friend call me Fabri, so you are my friend," Fabrizio said. "Call me Fabri instead. Make your life more easier, and make me know that you are my friend too."
Rose smiled. "Okay, Fabri," Rose said. "As long as it will make you happy."
"It will," Fabrizio said. "Now why don't blow out the candles and make a wish. Maybe it will come true."
Rose smiled. "I get two wishes in one day," Rose began. "But I'd be delighted to."
Rose closed her eyes, and smiled, as she made a wish. I wish that Fabri would marry Angelina had live a happy life with her. Rose opened her eyes, and blew out the candles in one blow, which meant, that her wish would come true. Rose then took the knife, and made the first cut, for good luck, then let Fabrizio do the rest. She smiled up at him, and hoped that he would marry his girlfriend and have many kids with her. She knew that he was happy with Angelina, and also, she knew that they loved each other. Hopefully, someday, in due time, they will marry.
"Happy birthday, again, and hope your wishes come true," Fabrizio said, after serving Jack and Rose their slices of cake. "Would you mind if I give slice of cake to other customers?"
"Not at all," Rose said. "Give them as much as they want."
"Grazie," Fabrizio said. He smiled and nodded his head to her. "You are a kind person."
"And so are you," Rose said, smiling. She watched as Fabrizio went towards a customer, to see if they wanted some cake. Rose then turned to Jack, finding that he was looking at her with love shining in his eyes.
"That was nice of you," Jack said. "Giving a slice of cake to everyone."
"Well, what else am I supposed to do with it? I don't want to eat all of it myself. And surely, there's enough for everyone, so might as well give. It's better to give, not receive," Rose said. "That's what my father always told me."
"He must've been a smart man," Jack said, finishing up his breakfast, before moving on to the cake.
"He was," Rose said. "And I know he would've loved to have you in the family. He would've accepted you the minute he met you, I'm sure of that."
Jack smiled. "Well, I'm sure that I would've looked up at him as if he were my own father," Jack said. "But always remember that—"
"—he's always watching over me," Rose said, smiling. "I know Jack. I know he is."
"That's right," Jack said. "Just as my mother and father are. They'll always be in my heart, just as your father will be in yours."
"Well, let's just enjoy this day, and as you say, make each day count," Rose said, her smile as bright as the sun.
"That's the Rose I'm married to," Jack said, smiling. "And we'll make each day count. I'm sure of it."
Rose smiled and looked down at her cake, as she began munching on it. From then on, Rose knew her life couldn't be as perfect as it is at the moment. She knew her father was watching over her right now, and she looked up, smiling.
Thank you daddy. I love you, and someday, we will meet again. Then, I could properly introduce to you, my husband. But as of now, I'm going to make each day count. Just as my lovely husband has always told me. And I will keep my promise from both him, and for you. Thank you for watching over me, and I hope you continue to do so. Goodbye…Rose smiled, as she looked outside, noticing that the snow had stopped, and the sun shone. Rose then knew, that her father understood and was sending his love to her. Rose looked over at Jack and smiled, as she continued to eat her cake, as this was one of the best birthdays that she had ever had. And she knew there were many more to come within the years that would progress in her young life. As for now, she'll make each day count, with the man she loves, and with their unborn child. Hopefully, they will head out for the horizon. Just as Rose had always wished for. Rose knew her life would change, the minute her child was born.
A/N: Review, please!