"Mummy!" the little voice yelled "Mummy! Watch!"

I moved my eyes towards the lake where I found my husband in the water with his arms extended, waiting for the child who was now swinging on the rope that hung so carelessly on the tree. I laughed slightly as the little child fell into the water with a scream a few feet from Erik. He popped up a few seconds later and paddled over to his father who embraced him ad praised him.

I looked at the sleeping child next to me and scooped her up. She was beautiful; her hair was as black as the night, yet as curly as mine. She had the perfect little button nose and the tiniest set of lips. Her eyes were large with the color of the ocean; she was her father's child from the hair color to the eye color. She and I made it into the lake where I welcomed the cool water, that enveloped me up to my waste "William!" I called out.

The little boy looked up at me and doggie paddled up to where his sister and I were now standing. The boy looked like Erik in every way. His dark hair was straight, his nose was just like his sister's and his eyes just like his fathers. He too, was a beautiful child "Yes mummy?" he paddled in place, keeping afloat.

I smiled and ruffled his hair with one of my hands "You did a wonderful job on the rope swing." I smiled and looked down at him.

"Why don't you try it mummy?" he blinked his eyes up at me and I looked at Erik who seemed amused.

"Yeah mum, why don't you try it?" he jested.

I looked at Erik before I looked back down at William "I would love to try it dear, but I have Emma"

The little boy laughed "Well she can go too mummy!"

I laughed slightly and shook my head "No, William, she can't. She's just a baby, she doesn't know how to swim."

"I can take her." Erik extended his hands and plucked the child out of my arms "William, why don't you go take your mother up to the top of the hill and show her how to work the rope?"

William nodded excitedly and paddled to the shore. I looked at Erik "You're a dead man" I whispered but Erik just laughed in return.

"Come on mummy!" William jumped upon the beach and looked at me. I shot a look back at Erik before I exited the water and got sand on my feet. William's tiny hand took mine and he ran up the slope to where the tree had rested. "Okay mummy" William let go of my hand and grabbed the rope handing it to me "You're going to gwab the wope, and then just swing out. When you're far enough out, you let go and drop!" He jumped and made a splashing noise.

I nodded and grabbed the rope "okay" I murmured. I grabbed the rope and bravely pushed myself off the cliff and instead of jumping off the rope, I clung to it as if my life depended on it.

"Oh, Come on Christine!" Erik called from the bottom, Emma clutched protectively in his arms "it's just a twenty foot drop! If your five year old son can do it, you can do it too!"

I looked below me, at how the water loomed below. It reminded me of a troubled time, when I had been lowered into a life boat just a mere thirty feet higher. And then, I dropped. Screams penetrated the silence, but were soon cut off when the water had enveloped me. It was cool, refreshing and had popped me out just as quickly as I had penetrated the surface.

William's cheers seemed so distant from the top of the cliff and Erik's laugh bellowed through the lake. I hurried and swam to my husband who seemed to be enjoying the sight of me falling and screaming. I couldn't help but find it to be thourougghly entertaining, but I wasn't going to say anything.

After a while; Erik, William, Emma and I made our trek back up the hill to the house that we now owned, situated in Oxford. It was a gorgeous house, larger than the ones my parent's owned. It was a three story house that hid its large number of rooms well. It was a striking white with black shutters and a second story porch that held toys of a five year old boy. A 1917 model car sat in the large driveway with a fountain bubbling playfully in the center of the drive.

Our house had been large for a reason, for the two children that Erik and I had already produced out of love were not the only two we had planned to have. Emma was only a month old, but we had talked about more children in the near future, but not so near that we couldn't enjoy the childhood of our daughter.

Years passed as if they were hours. William turned ten a week before Emma turned five. Erik and I had tried for more children, yet we were unsuccessful. Countless miscarages and a still birth of a baby girl had plagued me, sent me into a depression and with the willpower of Erik for many months, I was pulled out of it and enjoyed the presence of my two children.

When they got older, I told them the story of how their father and I had met, of how the Titanic sank and how we both managed to get out alive. I told them about Raoul, about my parents and how they would love them if they were still here. The pain the ship had brought was still present but it had eased over time, and didn't cut as deep. Things replaced the ship I had once loved, and for once in my life, I had been in a comftorable place, and I was wholly, utterly complete.

Fin.

I'd like to thank everyone who stuck with this story, to the people that reviewed, to the people who read it and to the people who didn't mention my silly little antics that weren't 1912 like ;) I'd also like to say that this is the first story I've finished, ever. I've been on this site since 2005, and I have never completed a story before. I'm quite proud of myself, and quite happy with this story. I hope you take the time to review, and even suggest this story to your friends I love you all & urge you to put me on alert, as a few stories will be making appearances soon, and some will be finished