A/N I've changed my mind--I'm going up to chapter 20. I think that with all the events that are bound to happen, 20-25 chapters would do it. Then again, you ought to accept the fact that I am suffering from writer's block, so just bare with me. I'm working on another story called A New Era, too. Check it out, it's in the mature section.

One minute gone by...

Jack stood in the waiting area at Chippewa Falls Hospital, as Rose was being sorted through by the doctor inside the room across from him. From what he could see through the small crack in the doorway, the doctor was looking concerned. That made Jack tremble greatly. If he were to lose Rose, he would not know how to deal with life any longer.

Ten minutes gone by...

Jack was still waiting. It appeared that the doctor was now observing Rose's abdomen, where the baby lay resting. His eyes started to water a bit, for irrational thoughts began to pop up in his mind. What if the baby died? What if it was his fault? He did not wish to forgive himself if his own child would die before its given birth. However, it could not have been his fault, for he did not do anything to the baby. Maybe this is naturally happening to Rose, he thought, Sometimes miscarriages happen. Yeah, it's something natural.

Fifteen minutes gone by...

After a long while, the doctor had finally exited his office with Rose by his side. Rose and the doctor both looked pleased to see that Jack was still out there, dedicated to staying for Rose. Maybe it was alright after all, from what Jack could tell. His conscience told him that everything was going to be just fine, atleast.

"Good news!" said the doctor, with a broad smile on his face. He looked like one of those traditional doctors with the old grey beard and the thick-rimmed glasses; it was quite amusing to Jack, really. "Rose is going to be alright. She has a wee bit of a stomach virus, but it should go away in a day or, too. The baby will be fine, so don't worry about a thing. Just make sure Rose here gets enough rest and fluids in her system. Have a good day, you two."

Feeling relieved, Jack threw his arms around his fiancee. "We're the luckiest people in the world, you know that, right?" he exclaimed. He was about to say sons of bitches, but he realized that for one, he was in a hospital, and for another, he wasn't talking to Fabrizio. Wait-- he thought, --whatever happened to Fabrizio? Oh god, no, I'm losing everyone around me. I'll see him later in life, though. When I die. Yeah, Titanic will be the heaven I've always wanted since that one day in April. Yeah, everything will be ok... I think. Yet, he was in denial, but he could not show such things to Rose, for he was in a happy moment with her, with peace, without crying. Such a beautiful time it was.

"Jack, we ought to go home," Rose said, giving Jack a quick kiss on the lips. "I have to tell you something... important."

"Alrighty, then," said Jack, now getting up with his arm linked with Rose, escorting her to the exit. "Our endless amounts of cotillions and banquets awaits!"

"Oh, Jack, stop it," she squealed, so happy that she never had to go through that any longer.

A half-hour later...

The couple, Rose and Jack, finally arrived at home at 1:00 sharp, and the two of them giggled and laughed in all of their joy. They were definitely going to be having the baby! For sure! Yet, Jack had remembered that Rose needed to tell him something. Maybe there was something the doctor was not going to tell him in front of all the people in the waiting room. So, the two of them got onto the bed and lay down next to eachother, caressing and cuddling.

"Jack, listen," said Rose in Jack's ear, "the doctor just happens to be related to someone we know. From the Titanic. Someone we both enjoyed."

Jack lay there, startled. Someone from the Titanic? he wondered. "Who?" he said.

"Well, let's just say she's, well, rich, and she likes my mother, and..." Rose stuttered there for a moment, "ok, she's Molly Brown; the unsinkable Molly Brown nowadays."

Jack's eyes widened, remembering how nice Molly was to him. "R-really, Rose? What else did he say?"

"Well, he said that Molly was the one responsible for getting the boat to come back for us," said Rose, with her infamous bright smile placed on her face. "She's been labelled as a hero, actually."

"Well, she's always seemed like that type of person... someone loving, you know. Always cared about the two of us. Such a coincidence that she had a relative in Chippewa Falls, right?"

"I guess so... he's invited us to see her on Saturday, Jack," said Rose, feeling about concerned, "what're we going to wear?"

Jack gave Rose a tender kiss on the forehead. "Whatever God gives us," Jack joked, "but you know Molly--she won't care about what we wear, she's more into the personalities of people. She cares about us, Rose."

"Well, if you insist..." Rose giggled, giving Jack a soft smooch on the lips.

Both of them gave eachother a quick wink, and they both fell asleep in eachothers arms. They were awfully exhausted, ofcourse, especially with all the commotion that went on for that short day. As the time went by, their sleep had gotten deeper and deeper, almost as though her only choices in life were to stay unconscious with eachother through the apocalypse, where they all will be saying the words...

And I heard a great voice out of heaven saying, Behold, the tabernacle of God is with men, and he will dwell with them, and they shall be his people, and God himself shall be with them, and be their God. And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away.