Four months had passed since the evening Rose told Jack she was withchild and of all children, his! They began to plan for the future and Jack worked a couple extra hours each week to earn a bit more money to prepare for the baby. Life was going pretty great for Jack and Rose. They had their ups and downs, and arguements here and there with the result of Jack spending a couple nights on the couch, but had things patched up quickly. Both were happy, both in love, both having a baby, and both having someone in their lives they that they loved and cherished more than anything, something that neither of them had ever had before. Molly was beside herself when finding out they were having a baby, she told Rose what to eat and what to do and obviously what not to do! She made sure Rose didn't strain herself, and that Jack was not left out on the planning of the babies arrival. As Rose began to start showing, her and Jack began to think of names for their baby. They decided on Joesphine Rose if it was a girl, and Jackson Cameron if it was a boy. They talked about the road ahead of them, and how they wanted their child to grow up. They had talked about whether or not to be married before it arrives or not. They agreed they should be married after the birth of their child so it could also be in attendence and Rose would be back in almost her old shape.
Rose sat at home looking at the empty bedroom that they'd be using as a nursery. She thought of where to put the crib and changing table, and armior to keep the babies clothes, and belongings. She couldn't wait to have it decorated and to bring their baby home! There was a knock at the door and Rose left the nursery to go answer it. When she opened the door, there standing right infront of her was her mother, Ruth DeWitt-Bukater. Rose's eyes grew wide and she felt her heart beat faster, "Please tell me this is a dream" she thought, before speaking up, "Mother..what a pleasent suprise...what are you doing here?". Of all the things to happen today, this was the last thing on Rose's mind. Ruth looked at her daughter, her hair in a pony tail wearing a shirt and pants with only a touch of makeup. "My God Rose...what has happened to you sweetheart?" she went to touch Roses cheek but stopped when Rose backed away. "What do you mean happened?" she asked the least bit of niceness in her tone of voice. "I mean you're..won't you invite your mother in to sit and visit?" she asked finding Rose's attitude and gesture very rude. Reluctantly she opened the door to allow Ruth to come in. She looked around "Rose, you're living in a cardboard box!" she almost shouted in awe of Rose living in a small home, without any luxeries of chandeliers, carved staircases, and the like. "Mother if you're going to insult me I'd think it best you leave now!" she went to go open the door when Ruth spoke up."Rose you're a Bukater, a DeWitt-Bukater mind you! This isn't how one lives, personally this isn't living at all! If only you'd have stayed with Cal!" Rose glared at her mother, her heart turning cold as she walked towards her,"Rose DeWitt Bukater went down with the RMS Titanic on the 15th of April mother! My name is Rose Dawson, I'm happily in love with Jack, we're to be married soon and I'm having his child!"
Ruth paled,"Jack...that ignorant loud mouth boy from steerage...engaged and pregnant and living with him in this place?" She couldn't believe the lifestyle Rose had chosen and wasn't about to accept it. Rose noded and had a look of confidence on her face. "Yes I am, and I'm happy, happier than I have ever been in my entire life mother! None of what I was raised with made me truely happy. I'm inlove with Jack whether you like it or not. I am also eighteen which means I can do what I please and I am pleased to be marrying Mr. Dawson and having his child in 5 months." Ruth didn't scare her anymore, she was no longer that seventeen year old girl who said "yes ma'am" and "no ma'am" in public to make herself look like the perfect child, only to be humiliated by Ruth time and time again. She had grown up, she was a real woman with confidence thanks to Jack. She knew who she was and what she wanted for a change. Ruth just looked at her, all most sympathetically."I thought I'd raised you better Rose, you come from a good society of people, with not a worry in the world, why the hell would you give it up for some low life bum who draws for a living!"
Ruth grew angry which made Rose angrier by her choice of words. "Mother, he isn't a bum he has a well paying job and I am happy with him! That lifestyle I had is no more, I HATED it mother! You never could understand could you? I felt like I was standing in the middle of a crowded room screaming at the top of my lungs and no one even looks up, even you! He is happy with me and I with him, he is happy with the job and the coming of our child. I'm more than happy I am damn thrilled about it all. He had sold a couple of his drawings as well, so we're perfectly fine! Even Molly Brown is happy for us and supports us the whole way, she has since day one!" Ruth was shocked at her daughters words and tone of voice, and that Molly Brown was around Rose and most likely influencing her. Rose continued "If you don't like the way I live my life than that's your problem not anyone elses! No one especially me is forcing you to stick around and be apart of our lives, not suprisingly I've actually been happier without you always on my back like a typical old hag! I do love you mother you gave life to me, but you aren't fit to be a real mother you don't know how, you never did! If you don't like the way I am and the way I live, the door is that way!" Rose pointed to the door and looked directly into her mothers eyes. Ruth was hurt by what Rose said. She loved her daughter and only wanted what was best, but she refused to think she failed as a mother. She gently kissed Rose's cheek and looked at her "I do love you Rose sweetheart, best of luck to you Jack and your child." She walked quickly out the door.
Rose began to feel guilty of how she treated Ruth then shook her head, and though "I won't let her get to me, I refuse for her to make me feel guilty because I'm not the perfect daughter she tried to train!" With that, Rose went back to the nursery to continue what she had started, till Jack came home. She told him what had happened during dinner, and he was suprised but proud of how Rose handled things and didn't let Ruth munipulate her yet again. They no longer had to worry about the appearences of Ruth or Cal, it was obvious they had moved on when there was no contact since the Titanic. Cal knew everyone, surely he could have found them but appearntly not. Rose's past was gratefully now just a memory, and now she was to move on with her life with Jack and their unborn child.
Time flew for Rose and Jack, with work and decorating the nursery, before they knew it, it was January,and Rose was now 8 months along and very much showing! She was going through alot of sleepless nights with the baby being active. Jack joked that it too was stubborn and inherited it from Rose. They had celebrated their first Chritmas together, had their own tree and on Christmas Eve, gave out hot chocolate to carolers who came and sang at their front door. They had spent Christmas with Molly's family and enjoyed every moment of it. They got alot of questions about the baby, especially from the children who were curious as to how the baby got inside Rose, which made everyone laugh. Molly came over quite a bit more and helped around the house since Rose was not able to do things as easily as she used to. Jack went to work earlier in the mornings so he could be home at night and be with Rose as much as he could before the babies arrival.
It was the early morning of the 15th of January, exactly 8 months since the sinking of Titanic, but that didn't enter the mind of Rose, Jack, nor Molly. Earlier on the day of January 14th began having contractions. A snow storm was headed it's way to New York and there was no way to get Rose to a hospital. Molly had come over and had warm blankets and water ready for when this baby would enter the world. The contractions got worse and Rose couldn't bare the pain much longer. Jack stayed by her side helping her as best he could, even remembering what Molly told him about when Rose said she hated him, and look what he did to her, that she didn't mean it. With each push Rose scrame at the top of her lungs, not only was she in pain and scared of what was happening, but was worried more than anything about the baby being premature. Jack too was worried, he'd be a father soon and didn't know what to do, most of all like Rose, he was worried about the prematurity of his son or daughter.
After one last push Jack and Rose heard a cry of their first born child. A boy, whom they named Jackson Cameron, and would nickname Jack. Molly let Jack cut the cord and then cleaned him up, and finally layed him on a worn out Rose's chest. She looked down at him, and he opened his eyes and looked at her. Tears began to rush down her face as she talked to him, excited that he was finally here, and was healthy. She handed him to Jack who was hesitant at first, being very gentle not wanting to hurt him. They looked at the baby they made, and brought into this world together. They were amazed and in awe at him. Molly left the room so they could have their privacy with their son.
"Look at him Jack!" Rose smiled "look at our precious son!" Jack nodded with a grin on his face "Welcome to this crazy world little Jack" he touched his cheek gently as little Jack began to cry again, and was soon handed back to Rose to be fed. Molly had shown Jack how to give him a bath and how to change a diaper and the other important things when having a baby around. While washing the baby Molly looked at Jack "You know Jack Dawson, I believe you and Rose will be wonderful parents, I don't have a doubt in my mind about it." she smiled and let Jack finish washing the baby. "Thanks Molly, it's scary but, exciting at the same time you know?" he looked at her as she nodded. "I know exactly what you mean, and I have the kids to proove it." she said with a chuckle.
Two weeks had passed and Jack and Rose were getting the hang of being parents. Those sleepless nights, not knowing what little Jack wanted and all he'd do was cry. They took turns with baby care. Jack was able to take off work for a few weeks, since they had enough money saved up. Though still sore and exhuasted, Rose loved every moment of being a mom. She wasn't going to let her son live a life that she had. He'd be happy and have the things he'd need, and would be loved and know he was loved! She was determined not to mess up her sons life.