Jacks POV

The next few days were stressful. Rose hadn't spoken since she heard the news, and when she fed Belle she hardly looked at her. It was if she didn't care for the baby, though I knew that wasn't true, Rose cared for everything. Caledon and Ruth both stayed around, waiting for the day where Rose was released from the hospital, it was only a day or so away. I had a lot to think about during the time being here and sleeping on a very uncomfortable couch wasn't helping me escape my thoughts, though I would never leave Rose. The same nurse entered room 4, not only to check up on Rose but myself too, she would often bring an extra plate of food just for me.

"She still isn't talking, hey?" she asked me.

"No, she hasn't yet." I smiled, to re-assure the nurse.

"We've never had a patient do this after giving birth before."

"It isn't really an effect of the birth." I told her.

"Okay, whatever it is, that's your business," She set down a tray onto the table next to Roses bed, it contained the usual hospital food, "though if she doesn't talk soon she may have to stay even longer you know."

I paused, the longer we were here, the longer Caledon would have to wait, "it's not so bad here." I said.

"Well, I'm still working here so it mustn't be." With that, she turned and left the room, smiling as she shut the door quietly.

"You can speak to me, Rose." I walked over to the table near her bed and looked down on her, but she just stared straight ahead as if she didn't hear a word.

~ The next day ~

Roses POV

The art in this room was beautiful when we first arrived here, and now it just seemed lifeless, and not inspiring at all. The room seemed glum, dark, and heart breaking. Jack was lying on the couch at the end of the bed, and even he looked insensate.

A nurse entered, though this wasn't the normal nurse that usually stopped by. Jack instantly sat up and stared at the woman, there was something so unnerving in his eyes that I took a double take of the nurse, however she seemed unfamiliar to me. She smiled at me and then turned to Jack, where her smile instantly disappeared, and she turned back to me quickly.

"I have some food for you mam." She said and set it down on the table, today there was no plate for Jack. Usually, Jack would thank the nurse for me, considering I refused to speak, it helped me feel better and also contained my feelings, though today he did not thank this nurse.

I looked at her, right in the eyes, where she seemed to show a look of being scared, and a bit guilty. I studied her once more though I saw no resemblance to anyone I knew.

"What's wrong?" I heard myself ask, to this Jack jolted up with surprise to hear me speak.

"Nothing, mam. Why do you think something must be wrong?"

"Both of you are very tense."

"Perhaps that is for him to tell you."

"Why don't you?" I questioned.

"I feel it is a very private conversation." She looked back and forward at Jack and I.

"Jack?"

"She is the one who had the tests done," he replied, "for Belle."

I shot her a look, though she was staring away and kicked one of her legs forward.

"How accurate were the results?" I asked her.

"Very. The baby is Caledon Hockley's, which I am sorry to share." She again stared away.

"Are you sure?"

"Why yes, I would never lie at my job, mam."

"Why are you avoiding my eyes?" to this, she looked back at me.

"I just seem very awkward in this situation. Clearly, Jack is the one you are with."

"Tell me the truth." I demanded, darting up quickly

"I already have, mam."

"I don't think you have," I said sternly, "is the baby Jacks or Cals?"

"Sir Hockleys."

"Do not lie to me"

"I am not lying." She once again turned away, and opened up the closed over blinds frantically.

"TELL ME THE TRUTH!" I yelled.

"I'M SORRY!" she screamed suddenly, "I am so sorry!" By this time Jack was up and standing near the girl, she was in her early twenties and seemed to be intimidated by his manoeuvre.

"What for?" he asked her quietly. I saw that a tear dropped off her chin and my rage dulled a bit, feeling sad for this poor girl suddenly.

"Mr Hockley, he paid me extra once you left the testing room and demanded me to say the baby was his," She cried, "I really needed the money. I am so sorry."

She kept repeating that she was so sorry, while Jack and I both stared at each other, feeling hope being restored between us once again.