Sorry for the long wait! But I have been sooooo... busy lately with school and all! I promise I will try not to take so long in the future. And now on with the story...

Her hand trembled as she nervously tapped the knocker. Her hand lightly grazed the dark cherry wood of the door before she pulled away and turned quickly. But before she had a chance to escape she heard the door creak open. Turning slightly her dark, empty eyes met the lively light, blue eyes of the woman before her. Rose opened her mouth to speak but only air escaped.

The woman eyed the small, frail woman before her. She looked a fright. Her somewhat crimson locks were limp and dry, her complexion was pasty at best, and her face, emotionless.

"May I help you, miss?"

She took a long breath before speaking, "I am looking for Ms. Brown."

The woman furrowed her brow in confusion before answering her. What would such an unkempt woman want with an obviously higher class woman? "May I ask who is calling miss?"

"Rose. Rose DeWitt Bukater." The words sounded so foreign to her but she assumed Molly wouldn't recognize Dawson.

The woman nodded gesturing the petite woman into the sitting room before exiting in search of Ms. Brown. Rose's eyes surveyed the room before her. Her eyes caught glimpses of ornate vases and elegant wall coverings as she made her way around the room. Then she saw something that almost curved her lips upward. A painting. Monet, to be exact. Impression: Sunrise to be even more exact. Everything in the painting was almost colorless except the vibrant orange sunrise. It gave hope to those who had fallen on misfortune. Memories flooded back washing over her like a tidal wave. She almost fell to the floor but remained strong. She could do this. He would have wanted her to.

Rose heard voices coming towards the parlor.

"But, miss, she did say Dewitt Bukater."

"Are you sure?" She stopped dead in her tracks as her eyes confirmed what the young servant had said. Molly's eyes widened as though she saw a ghost, of course she might as well have.

"Rose...."

Rose smiled slightly as the robust woman hurried towards her and enveloped her in strong and comforting arms.

"Rose! We thought you...How did you.... Your mother....We thought..!" The woman jabbered on as she kissed Rose's forehead. Pressing her hands to Rose's temples she locked eyes with her, "Rose where have you been? Your mother was worried sick and then..." Her eyes dropped, "We thought you died."

Rose's eyes fell to the floor at the sound of mother. She felt so guilty but not enough to come home or write her to tell her she was alive. Rose spoke so quietly she was barely audible, "I um...Rose DeWitt Bukater did die that night. I am Rose Dawson."

Molly's eyes lightened up, "As in Jack Dawson? Are you two....? Where is the old scalawag.....?! him, I do..."

A pale green crept up Rose's face as her eyes dimmed until they shimmered no more. Molly at once knew what had happened. She hugged the frail girl tighter.

"Oh! I am so sorry, sweetie! I had hoped but so many....there were so many..." Her voice trailed off as Rose let the tears flow freely. She clutched to Molly as though she would fall. Her hands grasping tightly. She let go and crumpled to the floor telling her story through must needed sobs.

Molly just knelt beside her comforting her and rocking her gently. Desperately trying to console the girl before her, she whispered good thoughts to her.

"It's going to be okay, dear. Anything you need. Anything at all, just ask."

"I...um...I hate to ask but...I need a place to stay for a just a little while just until...the...baby..." Rose couldn't finish before she sobbed again. Molly understood.

"A baby, dear! Now that is news worth hearing! Of course you can stay. Wouldn't have it any other way. Oh Rose." She tightened her hug.

"Thank you, Molly. I mean I just don't know how...I never had any brothers or sisters. I don't know how to do anything..."

"Shh...Don't worry. I'll help you. We'll make Jack the proudest father ever!"

Rose smiled through bloodshot eyes and nodded ever so slightly, "Thank you."

TBC