The ending! Nooooo:( Hope everyone enjoyed the story.
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It had now been just over a year after the Titanic sinking.
Jack and Rose had gotten off the rescue ship and had absolutely nowhere to go. Jack didn't want to live on the streets with a beautiful, amazing woman like Rose, the men on these streets where capable of anything…
He had tried desperately to get a job, but no one wanted to employ him because of his arm, there wasn't many jobs he could do. A few weeks after Jack was called into hospital to have his arm removed, they let Rose sleep on the floor beside him, it was the most comfortable they had been since getting off the ship.
Rose found an advert to start as an actress in a small play, Jack encouraged her to go for it, it was her dream. She got the part and although it was only small, it brought some money in.
They began to rent a small flat, it was damp, wet and dirty, but Rose and Jack filled it with love. Jack felt so guilty that he couldn't provide for Rose, she was the person bringing money into the house, he should be the one providing for her, not the other way around.
Rose soothed him as best as she could, she said as long as she had him she didn't need anything else. He began, in secret of course to try and draw with his left hand. The results, of course, where terrible. He snapped the charcoal in tears of frustration. He cried at the scribbles in front of him. He didn't notice Rose arrive home. She pulled him close to her and whispered softly into his hair, promised him everything would be alright.
Two weeks later they found out Rose was pregnant. Both Rose and Jack were overjoyed. Rose went out to work for a few weeks longer, but then began to stay at home, money was tight and Jack would earn whenever and however he could. He did odd jobs and tasks he could just about manage and brought the money home. Although it wasn't a lot, it still felt nice to be able to provide Rose with something.
Their daughter Annabelle Cora Dawson was born on the first anniversary of the sinking of Titanic, 16th April 1913.
Two days after when Rose was sleeping, their wonderful daughter lying on her chest, Jack took out his charcoal and drew. He had been trying secretly for months now, and slowly he was getting better.
A good 6 hours later, Jack had produced a drawing of Rose and Annabelle. It was no near as good as his drawings before, but he was proud, proud because it was full of love.
He set the picture down on the table and climbed onto the bed next to Rose. He feel quickly to sleep with a smile on his face.
And Jack, Rose and Annabelle Dawson, lived happily forever.
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