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They got to France an hour later after an almost accident took place. Not many people had known about it, mostly the first class passenger. At 8 p.m. they headed for Ireland, and at 11:30 a.m. on the 11th of April they reached their destination, where they picked up the last passengers and at 1:30 p.m. they weighed anchor and the journey began; destination, America.

Elsie and Charles had found it rather easy to fit into the first class community, enjoying a very warm welcome and wonderful facilities. At first it had taken them a few master classes from Lady and Lord Grantham to understand completely how first class passengers should behave, how to make other people know that they were from first class, how to dress… Elsie felt that as a pregnant woman she should wear comfortable clothes, but it turn out that glamour and comfortability not always fitted.

The first night they spent in the Titanic Robert had got dressed two hours before dinner and had knocked on the door to find Charles in his robe with two suits hanging from the wall. Elsie had been also on her robe, but she was had been lying in bed.

-I'm sorry if I'm imposing.

-No, you are not Lord Grantham.

-But your wife is in bed. I think I better come back when she's up.

-It's alright Lord Grantham, I'm awake. Please, do come in and help my husband. I've seen all his suits three times already.

Lord Grantham had entered the room and had walked to look at the suits. Elsie had been in bed for an hour or so, and had been lying against a few fluffy pillows. She had started feeling the now common pains that came with the end of pregnancy and after walking for a bit around the room she had decided on resting. Well, actually Charles had gone around the room with her like a chicken without head and when she felt that he was going to lose his mind she decided that maybe if she rested it would bring her calmer husband back.

Soon after Lord Grantham had come, Lady Grantham had showed up, ready to dress Elsie. She had freaked out when she had seen her there, but after they explained, Cora had helped her up and had taken her to her room to help her dress.

Dinner had been absolutely amazing; the first class Dining Saloon was decorated in wooden panelling which was carved in the Jacobean style and painted in glossy white enamel. There were two aisles the length of the room which created a large central dining area delineated by pillars. At both the aft and forward end of this central area were two elaborately carved oak buffet stations contrasted warmly with the otherwise entirely shite room. On either side of the central seating area the room was divided into alcoves by partition walls with arched windows. In total there were 115 tables, set for two to twelve people. Every single table had been set so perfectly that Elsie had seen a tear escape Charles eyes when he looked down at it. It featured red and blue linoleum tiles. The furniture was made of oak and chairs upholstered in dark green leather. The rooms' portholes were elegantly concealed by rectangular 5 ft. tall leaded-glass windows, giving the passsengers the impression that they were eating onshore instead of at sea. For even more atmosphere the windows were lit from behind during the evening meals. The food had been splendid as well, and they had had dinner next to one of those gorgeous windows. When they finished Robert and Carson had retired to the Smoking Room, and Elsie and Cora had gone up to the bow to look around a bit and several minute after that they had gone to their rooms, called for tea and sat chatting in the Sitting Room until the men came back and went to bed.

The next morning Charles and Elsie had woken up at nine, and stayed in bed for a bit before they got up. Charles had slept against the wall, and had left the other side for Elsie, in case she needed to go to the bathroom. Elsie felt wonderful, she was feeling so comfortable, and Baby Carson was kicking very lightly, but Charles had needed to go to the bathroom and she had to get up. She had put her robe on and went to open the door to look at the private promenade. To her surprise she found Lady and Lord Grantham having breakfast there, reading the newspaper. The windows were open and a light breeze entered the room, giving it some life. Another table was ready for Charles and Elsie.

-Good morning Mrs. Carson. Slept well?

-Very well Lady Grantham.

-We thought we had heard… noises last night.

-Noises Lady Grantham? – Charles had walked with his robe on.

-Moaning.

-You heard right.

-Oh? - Cora left her cup on the table.

-Charles kept banging his head against the wall. He left the right side of the bed to me, in case I needed to go to the bathroom, and every time he turned around he banged his head against the wall. If you heard some cursing it was him too.

-I've got a bump in my forehead!

-Then maybe you should have breakfast. Robert, call Mr. Rogers.

-Mr. Rogers?

-Yes Mrs. Carson, since we didn't bring any servants with us the staff has arranged for us to have two valets, a footman, two lady's maids and two scullery maids.

-We have servants?

-Yes, we do. You will get used to it. Mr. Rogers is the footman; he serves us breakfast, tea, whatever we want. What would you like?

-Tea, toasts… Elsie?

-If I told you what I want I would drive that poor footman crazy.

-Don't worry Lady Carson, - the young footman stood at the door, smiling at them with a perfect posture. - anything you want we will get it.

-Then I suppose that you could bring croissants, strawberries, tea, toasts and pickles.

-Pickles already Elsie?

-I've been craving pickles all night.

-We will bring all that in no time Lady Carson. Will that be all?

-No, bring also orange juice.

-Of course Lady Carson. If you'll excuse me.

Rogers left the room closing the door and Charles and Elsie sat at their table, where a bowl of fruit stood.

-They know that we are Mr. and Mrs. Carson, don't they?

-Yes, we told them, but they insisted on calling you Lady and Lord Carson. If you feel uncomfortable you can talk with them.

-We can put up with it Lady Grantham.

-Lord Carson sure can. - Elsie smiled cheekily at Charles and ate a cherry.

Along the day Elsie and Cora had explored the boat, just the two of them, and they had found a Reading and Writing Room, Turkish Baths, Swimming Pool, many different cafés and the First- class Lounge. They had also spent quite some time on the Promenade and Boat Decks, looking down at the sea. Soon they found themselves having lunch with Charles and Robert in the À la Carte Restaurant, where they decided what to have for lunch, enjoying the room which was decorated in Louis XVI style with exquisitely carved French walnut panelling trimmed in gilt-brass accents. The fluted columns that interspersed throughout the room were carved with gilded ribbons and the plaster ceilings and were installed within the panelling imitating windows and the room was divided into bays along either side with oval mirrors inset. Along the forward wall was a large buffet with a peach-coloured marble top and along the aft wall was a raised bandstand for the orchestra, with buffets on either side containing the silver service and cutlery. The Restaurant featured its own custom Spode china service in gilt and cobalt blue. Axminster carpeting in Rose du Barry covered the floors and the plush chairs of French walnut were upholstered in pink rose-patterned Aubusson tapestry. The tables were grey with pink roses and white daisies, and the stringed orchestra was playing music from Puccini and Tchaikovsky. Elsie had had trouble choosing what to have, looking down at the menu she really was overwhelmed by the superb food: caviar, lobster, quail from Egypt, plovers' eggs…

After they had had their lunch they went for a walk around the Boat Deck; Lady and Lord Grantham talked about things from the first class that were so normal for them but so new to Elsie and Charles. They sat in a bench and looked at the sea, enjoying the air and the fact that they were so far from England now.

-Are you enjoying this Lady Carson?

-Very much, Lord Carson. Everything is so magnificent, the service is perfect and the boat it's simply splendid. I really could get used to this kind of life.

-Could you really? All those parties, those dresses, the protocols…

-I know the hard work behind all that. We both know the hard work.

-That's why we enjoy them better now, don't we?

-It feels wonderful to know that you don't have to do any of this. That for once you can enjoy it instead of running around thinking: "Oh my God, did the maids put clean sheets on cabin C13? Will lunch be ready for Lord and Lady Blablabla, who wishes to eat in their room?" You just think: "I'm going to try the Turkish baths tomorrow? I think I will swim a bit after lunch." For once in our lives we are not servants.

-We are Lord and Lady Carson.

-Indeed, and we have our own lady's maid and valet, which feels weird.

-And she does a great job, because you look beautiful.

-Flattery will get you everywhere Mr. Carson.

-I certainly hope so.

Before they knew it they had spent four days in the Titanic already since they had left Southampton. Elsie and Cora had spent most of the time together, exploring and enjoying the facilities, but sometimes they got to share some of that time with their husbands. One of those facilities had been the swimming pool, and after what had happened in their trip to the seaside Elsie was sure Charles had never, in his whole life, swam in a pool with other people. He looked so dashing in his new and unused swimsuit. She hadn't swam, no swimsuit would fit her, so she gladly laid in a deck chair in a brand new white summer dress with cotton stockings, white heeled shoes, and a new white hat. Her purse and white globes rested next to the deck chair, and a brand new white fur coat rested on the top of her deck chair. Cora had decided on the same.

-I've been wondering, in another life have you ever been a first class lady, Elsie?

-I wouldn't know Cora. Why do you ask?

-Your posture, you've improved so much I would have thought you really were a Lady. I mean by title.

-I feel like a whale. Lady Whale Carson.

-You do look a bit pale.

-I'm pale. Mr. Sun and I are not very good friends.

-When we get to America you will easily get a bit of colour on those cheeks.

-And a raisin as a husband if Charles doesn't get out of the water soon.

-I've already gotten used to the idea that I married a raisin. - They both laughed out loud, smiling.

When Elsie woke up the 14th of April she looked at the window and with a bit of difficulty she sat on the bed. Baby Carson had dropped low on her hips along the night. She could breath better, but Baby Carson was resting against her bladder. She quickly made her way to the bathroom and when she got out she found Charles already in his robe, looking at her.

-It's late, it's almost ten. I think we should have breakfast and start moving a bit, don't you think?

-Sounds lovely.

Elsie put her robe on and both walked to the promenade, where they found Cora and Robert, that looked as if they had just woken up too. They sat on their tables and soon Mr. Rogers delivered their breakfast.

-We thought last night that perhaps we could have a quiet day on the Lounge.

-Sounds perfect, doesn't it Charles?

-I think we could let our legs rest a bit before trying something new. The swimming pool has me dead.

-A quiet day is just what we all need. May I have a strawberry?

They had talked about everything and nothing, getting to know each other a bit better. Elsie had started getting those pains again, but this time they were longer and regular. She thought that perhaps if she remained calm and relaxed they would go. Around lunch time, when the people started leaving for the Dining Saloon and the Restaurant Elsie felt something warm trickling down her legs. A river of warm water creating a puddle at her feet, ruining her new light blue dress. She sat straight on her chair and looked at Charles.

-And then I spotted Mr. Barrow...

-Charles.

-A minute, dear. Then I spotted Mr. Barrow in this dark blue shirt...

-Charles!

-What is it Elsie?

-Baby Carson is coming.

-What do you mean coming? Are you having pains?

-My water broke.

-Good God! - Charles stood up so quickly his chair fell, but he had only eyes for Elsie, who sat there, calm. - We have to get you to the doctor! Or the doctor to you!

-Carson, breath, calm down, and listen to the mother of three. -He nodded in silence- Now, we have to get her to your room, Robert will put a word on the doctor and they will clean this mess. If you freak out, so will she, and we need her calm. Now take hold of her left arm and I will take hold of the other one.

Charles took a couple of deep breaths and helped his wife stand up. Elsie was having pains, but they were so much better than the ones she had experienced with the twins. Whenever a pain came she would control her breathing but continued walking. When they reached their room Cora helped Elsie strip and put her nightdress on.

-Mr. Carson, why don't you strip the bed and add towels and pillows.

-I don't want to lay down yet. Why don't we walk for a bit?

Cora took both Elsie's hands in hers and walked the small perimeter of the room, stopping whenever a contraction came to let Elsie adjust to the increasing pains. Around half an hour later Robert knocked and Charles, who didn't know what to do went to open the door.

-The doctor knows, he said he will come when the pains start being five minutes from each or if the pain increases suddenly. He also told me that of you feel that the pain is too much you might try and get into the bathtub. Water will make the pain less horrible. I've also told Mr. Rogers about the situation and he's bringing lunch here.

-Thank you Lord Grantham.

Cora ate the first and Charles took her place when she was having lunch. He hated seeing Elsie in pain, he really did. When Cora finished she took her place again and let Robert and Charles eat. They had asked Elsie if she wanted something, but she had refused anything but water. As the hours passed the contractions got worse, and around five Elsie's legs started falling her and Cora amd Charles laid her in bed, afraid that she might fall if they kept walking. Captain Smith had been notified of the event, and had sent nurses every hour to make sure everything was alright and to see if the soon to be mother was comfortable, even though no position is comfortable when you are in labor.

Around seven Elsie had started sweating, her face was flushed, and the ability of speaking had left her. She was now trying to breath through the pain, turning in bed, hoping to find a position where the pain decreased considerably. When she whimpered for the first time Cora sent Charles to fill the tub, and had started placing wet cloths on Elsie's forehead, arms, neck and legs. Robert brought dry towels every now and then, and refilled the bowl of cold water that Cora was using for the cloth. Charles was just there for Elsie, as a soon to be father and husband, encouraging her. When the tub was ready they lifted Elsie from the bed and slowly got her inside the warm water. It helped her terribly, and she felt herself regaining some of her bearings.

-Charles- Her voice was raspy and low.

-I'm here. How are you feeling.

-I like the water.

-We thought you might like it. The pains are getting closer, eight minutes now, so whenever you want we can call the doctor.

-It doesn't matter that the pains are closer, this baby is going to take many more hours to come.

-How do you know?

-Because it hasn't moved down yet. It dropped low last night, but not enough so that in the next three hours it will make its appearance.

-Then we will wait. Is there anything you want?

-A back rub.

Charles was glad he could do something for her as he was kneeling next to the bathtub, massaging her back as she breathed through contractions. Around nine Cora and Robert had called for Mr. Rogers again, and had ordered dinner.

-You don't mind if we have dinner in our room, do you?

-Not at all, we are good like this, but I would like if you could bring me a tea or something.

-Of course Charles. We won't be long.

Elsie was so deep in thought that she didn't know what time it was or where she was, she just knew the pain in her abdomen and back, and her whole world was that. She actually felt calm; deep down she knew there were just Charles and her, and everything was under control. At ten, maybe a bit later, Robert and Cora came back, and they had brought more cold water and towels. They had been inside that cabin all day, but they didn't mind, they were their friends and they wouldn't leave.

Hours went, and when the water turned cold they took Elsie out of the bath and drained it so it could be filled again with more warm water. Elsie rested in all fours on the towel covered floor, resting her arms on a pillow. When the tub was filled again they looked at Elsie. They would wait until she felt she wanted to get inside, they wouldn't do it without her permission.

-Elsie, do you want to get into the tub again?

All Charles got in response was a grunt and a very energic nod from his wife, so slowly Cora and him got her inside the water again. Charles had rolled up his sleeves and massaged her back. Suddenly Elsie lifted her head and tried to focus a bit.

-Is something wrong Elsie? Do we call the doctor?

-No... The water...

-What about it? It's not cold yet, is it?

-It's falling.

-What do you mean it's falling?

-Look... at the front edge of the tub... the water it's falling.

Charles looked at the front and found that she was telling the truth. The room was bowing forward, with the water from the tub falling and the bottles of perfume and the shaving brushes sliding from the shelf on the Wardrobe Room.

-What's going on?

-I'll go and try to find out Charles.

-Be quick Robert.

Elsie had her eyes closed and Charles was still massaging her back. It had just turned 2 a.m. when Robert came bursting in with a horrid expression on his face.

-Robert darling, what's wrong? You look as if you have seen a ghost.

- We have to get out of here. Now!

-What's wrong? - Charles and Cora lifted Elsie from the tub-

-You won't believe this, but we've collided with in iceberg. The boat is sinking.

-What?- Elsie had opened her eyes and was trying to stay as focused a possible.

-There's no time to explain, grab your coats and let's go.

-Wait, my shoes. Charles, the photos.

-We can't, we have to go.

-Please Charles, they are the only pictures I got from my Ma and my sister.

-Alright.

Charles quickly grabbed his coat, Elsie's and her shoes. When she was ready Charles took the pictures from the table, kept them on his inner pocket and put Elsie's locket around her neck. Everything was in a rush, and soon they were all ready making their way as fast as they could to the Boats Deck. When they managed to get upstairs the scene that greeted them was the most horrifying they had ever seen. People running around, screaming, trying to get hold of their loved ones, people jumping into the water trying to save their lives, others were now in boats far from the sinking ship. Elsie felt a rush of fear overtake her as she looked at the water that was on the bow getting nearer and nearer. They run to the boat and screamed at the poor man in uniform what was happening and that Elsie and Cora needed to get into that boat. He agreed and was about to help Cora inside when a rush of people made him let the boat go down into the water and Cora and Elsie found themselves being pushed against the wet floor. Charles run to Elsie and took her in his arms, looking at the scene.

-I'm sorry. - The boy shouted as he tried not to fall into the water.- That was the last boat.

Elsie felt as if she was going to faint. She didn't want this to be the end, she was about to bring her baby into the world, fate couldn't be this cruel as to let her die frozen embracing her husband, in the middle of the sea with a newborn in her arms. She felt tears in her eyes, the pains from labor forgotten at the prospect of dying.

-I don't want to die, Charles. I don't want our baby to die.

-You won't die, not while I'm here. Cora, Robert, we must get to the end of the ship. There might be something we can do to survive, but we need time, and if we stay here we won't have much. Come on.

Charles leaded the group quickly to the other side of the ship, looking how people cried, jumped and called for others. There were already dead people lying over the water. It must have been cold as ice if people were already dead. Charles looked down at Elsie who was praying as she breathed through the pains.

Cora and Robert never let their hands go, and followed Carson thinking if this might be their last moments together. They thought of their life, their daughters, their friends, their home.

Charles was finding it difficult to walk through the sea of people that were running around, but he kept walking. He was a very determined man, and he had promised Elsie he would protect her, and they had promised their children they would come back. They had to, they couldn't die now, after all they had gone through this couldn't be the end. Charles' grip on Elsie grew tighter as they were getting close to the end of the ship.