Disclaimer: I don't own anything from the movie 'Titanic'

1919

I walked out of the hospital, hugging myself due to the brisk air. I was walking to the bus stop, walking right past the factory Tommy worked in, catching him as that exact moment.

He smiled widely, running over to me and throwing his arm around me. "Hello, love."

I smiled as well. "How was your day?"

"Nearly lost my finger," Tommy said, eyes wide, chuckling.

I held in a groan, shaking my head. "They should never let you operate machines you aren't trained to use."

Tommy shrugged as his arm fell off me. "I can't exactly quit, Anna."

I sighed. "I know."

"How was your day?"

I smile came to my face. "Charlie - you know that boy I've bee taking care of? Well, he's gotten so much better. Oh, Tommy, it's wonderful how fast he's gotten better. He could be released very soon."

Tommy nodded, looking me over. "Are you alright, love?"

"Yeah, why?" I asked, confused by his concern.

Tommy chuckled, looking forward again. "Should I be concerned you're gonna steal Charlie?"

I pushed him lightly. "Oh, shut it." I sighed, looping my arm through his. "I just was wondering when you wanted one."

"One what?"

I gave him a look, not helping but to smile. "A child, Thomas."

Tommy just licked his lips, not looking at me. "I don't know."

I nodded. "It's just...I think I'm ready. We've been married for six years now, and all of my friends already have children."

"I thought you wanted to wait until women -"

I rolled my eyes, thinking irrationally. "Propertied women over 30 just got the right to vote, so it's close enough."

Tommy seemed to be trying to come up with excuses. "You're only 23."

"That's plenty old," I said, squeezing his arm. "Besides, you're gettin' up there as well."

"Excuse me?" Tommy asked through a laugh.

"You're 27, Tommy, and you're not getting any younger."

Tommy shook his head, a faint smile on his face. "Fine, Anna. I'll put it this way: I'm ready to have a child when you're ready."

"I'm ready," I said quickly and very sure.

He nodded slowly, looking down at me. "Well, alright then."

...

I shut the door behind me, racking through my brain at that one part of the conversation I had just had with the husband of a good friend of mine.

I smiled widely. "You're sure?"

He nodded, smiling softly. "You said yourself you have missed your cycle and you've been having morning sickness."

I quickly glanced at all his certificates and diplomas on the wall that assured me he was a good doctor. I looked back at him, shaking his hand and laughing crazily. "Thank you so much, Mr. Milton! Thank you!" I ran out of the building.

I let out a breath, my hand subconsciously cupping the small but firm bump on the lower part of my stomach. Despite the aching of my feet, I ran toward the bus that was taking off, hopping on the back. A man grabbed my arm, helping me on and I smiled at him. "Thank you, sir."

I tapped my foot against the floor of the bus until I got to my stop, getting off the bus and running down the walkway to the house we shared, running inside. "Tommy!" I yelled, taking off my coat. "Tommy Ryan!"

"Quit your yelling, would ya?" Tommy yelled, sounding like he was deep in the back of the house in the dining room.

"I come with great news!" I shouted, running through the house, stopping at the entrance of the dining room, my voice quieting at what I saw. "Oh."

Tommy was repacking his military uniform.

He did that every once in a while. He would take it out of the pile at the bottom of the closet and refold it, adjusting the pins and cap, straightening out the edges. Then he would move onto the box full of things - letters, flowers, pictures, other knick-knacks.

Tommy walked over to the closet, placing the uniform down again and walking past me. "I need a smoke. Want one?"

"Uh, no, I'm alright," I said hesitantly, following after him. "Are you okay?"

He kept walking, his long legs getting the best of me. "I'm fine."

I started to run, catching up with him as he walked out the door. "Tommy -" I followed him a little ways down the street as he slowed greatly, allowing me to walk beside him. "Tommy, I -"

"It started with Fabrizio and Jack and it never ended," he said quietly, taking out a cigarette. "The dying never ends."

"Well, neither does life," I suggested, smiling lightly. "We're still alive. We can still create life. In fact -"

"I know, Anna, but we'll never get them back." He looked at me, eyebrows furrowed. "Don't you get that?"

I opened my mouth to say something, not realizing I was rubbing my stomach, and so I was confused by the look on his face - a look of knowing skepticism. "What?"

Tommy glanced down at my stomach, looking me in the eyes. "Anna, are you..." He couldn't even finish his sentence.

I nodded, smiling as I tried not to cry. "Yes."

He just stared at me blankly for five long seconds before a wide smile came to his face. He laughed loudly, like he had won something, as he picked me up and spun me around. "Jesus, Mary and Joseph!"

I laughed along with him, my face hurting from smiling. "I know!"

He set me down, grabbing my face and kissing me, his big hand sliding over my stomach. "I'm sorry, Anna."

I shook my head, placing my hand over his. "Don't be sorry for anything, Tommy." I smiled up at him. "I love you despite it."

"I love you too," he said through his smile.

1923

I opened the door, already smiling. "Merry Christmas!" I hugged her tightly, keeping my eyes open. "Where's Calvert?"

"With his family," she said into my ear.

I gave her a look as I pulled away. "Does your engagement mean nothing to you?"

She gave me the same look back. "You sound like mother."

I gasped. "I do not!"

Rose laughed, kissing my cheek as she walked past me. "Where's my favourite little boy?"

"Auntie Rose!"

I spun around, just catching the sight of my little boy wrapping his tiny arms around his favourite and only aunt. I smiled, walking past them and rubbing his curly brown hair. "Why don't you go grab your present for auntie, Henry."

He smiled his childish smile, running off.

We walked into the kitchen, Tommy working on the meal.

"Tommy, how are you?" Rose asked, walking toward him and hugging him.

"Well, we're still not on Irish soil, so..."

I glared at him playfully, shaking my head. "We're not moving now. Not with Henry."

Tommy sighed. "Then I'm just great, Rose. How are you?"

She held in a laugh, sitting down. "I'm great as well."

"Where's Calvert?"

"With his family," I answered for her. "Despite the fact they are to be married in less than a week."

"What a disgrace," Tommy said unenthusiastically, just saying what he thought I wanted to hear.

I chuckled along with Rose. "I'd just like to meet him is all."

"And you will. At the wedding."

I smiled, shaking my head. "Fine."

Tommy walked over to me, arm sliding around my waist as he set some tea down on the table. "You tell her yet?"

"Tell me what?" Rose asked.

"Oh, we're expecting another," Tommy said casually, walking back over to the counter.

Rose gasped, jumping up. "My god!" She ran over to me, hugging me tightly.

I laughed, patting her back. "After Henry, I don't have enough energy to be excited as you are."

Rose moved away, sitting back down, cupping her teacup. "Let's pray for a girl this time, hm?"

"No." Tommy shook his head. "We're only having boys." He looked at me. "Isn't that right, love?"

"Sure," I agreed, walking over to him and placing a hand on his back, rubbing it through his thick sweater. "Whatever you'd like."

He smiled, stopping whatever he was doing and kissing me.

"I've got it!" Henry yelled, barrelling down the stairs and into the kitchen, waving around the poorly wrapped object in his hand.

Rose took it, smiling at him. "Thank you, Henry."

I smiled up at Tommy, his arm wrapped around me, chest against my back.

Rose put on a face of excitement at the pair of socks. "Wow!"

"It's his lucky pair," Tommy informed, smirking at Rose. "Treat 'em well."

Rose laughed, shaking her head at us and looking back at Henry, hugging him. "Thank you so much, Henry. I will cherish them forever."

I smiled widely.

Oh, Christmas.

...

"I've just been so busy with work - both of us have. We just needed to get around to it."

"Well, it came around," I said, laughing lightly as we walked down the beach. I looked at her in her beautiful ivory dress. "You're officially married."

"It only took eleven years."

I smiled softly, rubbing her arm. "An amazing eleven years, you famous actress, you."

Rose laughed. "Oh, goodness."

"What's next on the list of things you want to get around to? Does Calvert want little ones?"

"I'm sure we'll get there," she said honestly, sighing heavily. "But don't you ever wonder 'what if'..."

"What if what?" I asked.

She looked out at the ocean. "What if we had never been on that ship? What if I had never met Jack? Or what if I still had and he had lived?"

I tugged on her arm, making her stop. "Do you love Calvert?"

She looked over my shoulder, and then nodded. "Yes."

I nodded too. "Okay, then the 'what if' needs to stop." I shrugged. "Didn't you make Jack some sort of promise?"

Rose looked down and I caught a smile. "He told me to marry someone and have lots of kids." She looked up at me, smile gone, but not angry or sad. "But I promised that I would never let go."

I reached out, touching her hands. "You don't have to let go, Rose, but you can move on." I turned around to stand beside her, watching to wedding still happening a little ways away. "You and your handsome Calvert can start a life together." My gaze shifted over to Tommy and Henry dancing and I smiled. "I'll tell you, Rose, I have never been happier in my entire life."

Rose's arm came around, now smiling. "I'm glad I have you, Anna."

My smile matched hers. "Glad is an understatement for what I am for you, Rose."