Six months later, Rose was due for having her baby. She had agreed with her mother to never see her again, as long as Cal was still around in the house. However, in December, Jack had fallen ill with some sort of fever, and the doctors did not know what it was. He was still alive and well, but moody Rose did not know what to do with him whenever he had any severe coughing spells. Infact, she cried at night just thinking about it. Anyway, the two of them had already married beforehand in November, before Jack had fallen ill. They went through the vows, the wedding bells, the kiss... everything. One night, however, things got bad.
"Jack, you know I'm very fond of you," said Rose, brushing the hair out of Jack's spaulding forehead, "and it would give me a great deal of pain to see you leave. You need to take your medicine, honey."
"You know I'm not gonna live either way, Rose, and you have to accept that," Jack yawned, turning over to face his wife. "I have been taking my medicine. You know I would never lie to you, Rose, even if it was for the sake of my own life. I put every feeling you have ahead of my own, and it's your priority to go on if, or even when, I die."
"Jack, don't say such things," Rose cried, feeling plenty of hot tears form underneath her eyelids. "I love you too much, and--"
"You have to go on, Rose..." Jack paused, not knowing what to say, except for his old words, "you have to go on. You have to promise me this. You have to promise me that you will go on, and live your life, marry, and make lots of beautiful babies. Rose, I love you to death, and I know that I will hold out so that we can both see our babies. We will both hold them in our arms, ok Rose? Now, promise me this. Promise me that even if our babies lose their lives, or get taken away from you, that you will go on and hold out. Do not let go of your promise, ok, Rose?"
"I won't let go, Jack," she cried, recalling the last time she said those lines. "I won't let go. I promise... I just always thought you would be here forever, you know?"
"I know, Rose," Jack replied, "I know."
Suddenly, Rose felt a wet spot drop underneath her. She held her stomach in pain, and shouted, "It's time!"
Seven hours later, Rose stood upon her hospital bed, screaming and flinching as her pain got worse. "HELP ME, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, HELP ME!" she wailed, her face being as red as her hair.
"Rose, they're doing everything they can," said Jack, whose hand was being gripped so tightly that he could have sworn that some of his fingers had been broken. "You are going to do this, Rose, and you will be fine, and the babies will be fine."
The next thing she knew, the doctors began to instruct her to push and push. "SAVE ME! SAVE ME! GAAAAAGH!" she screamed, gripping Jack's hand even tighter.
"I see its head!" said a female doctor, ready to pull the baby out of Rose. "One more big push!"
"Waaaaah!" Rose heard, coming from in front of her.
"Oh my God," Rose panted, "did I just give birth?"
"You did it, Rose!" Jack shouted in glee.
"It's a girl!" said the same doctor as before.
"Well, what will she be named, Rose?" Jack asked, giving both his wife and baby daughter kisses on the forehead.
"Uh... uh... Jack, we never planned this... uh," Rose stuttered, "Cora... uh... Josephine! Yes, Cora Josephine Dawson!"
"Come Josephine in my flying machine going up she goes, up she goes," Jack sang, Rose then joining in with the picture. "Balance yourself like a bird on a beam, in the air she goes, there she goes!"
Suddenly, before the two of them could finish their song, Jack began to cough violently. Rose shielded the baby from what was happening directly beside her, and began to cry, helplessly and out of fatigue. Why is Jack getting so sick? she wondered. What could he possibly have?
Then, as Rose pondered for a minute, Jack's broad face began to turn bright right into a light shade of purple. Rose handed her baby over to the doctor, and began to scream as hard as she possibly could. "Someone help him! He's sick!" she moaned, covering her eyes with her hands. This is not happening to me, this is NOT happening to me! she screamed inside of her mind. He's going to live, Rose, he's going to live. He will get help here, and he will live. Ok? Calm down... calm down...
Doctors from a different floor ran in, and took Jack away from his dear wife. Rose's cry turned into a bawl, and then into a long scream. "THIS CANNOT BE HAPPENING! NO! THIS IS NOT HAPPENING TO ME! IT CANNOT BE!" she cried, making the baby burst into tears.
"Honey, calm down, you're scaring your daughter," said the soothing female doctor. "Honey, if you don't calm down, we'll have no choice but to--"
"DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO DO! That's my husband out there," she continued to shout.
She could feel the warmth surround her as the doctors strapped her down to her bed. She felt constricted, for she could barely breathe, let alone think. She then drifted off into a deep sleep, where she had Jack and she would be happy. But, what would happen to Jack?
A/N Yeah, seriously, what'll happen to Jack? Haha, I know what'll happen, don't worry. I'll only post the next chapter if I get, say, three through five more reviews? Does that sound fair? Yeah, I guess it does. I would like to thank all of my reviewers for this story, especially one reader, titanicgirl1625. You have read this story through and through, girl, and I am happy for that. You've pretty much reviewed me on what, every chapter? Thanks for being cool and patient with me as I write this story.