Hello everyone! I got the facts of this in a documentary called Titanic: Birth of a Legend. It's on YouTube.
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Chapter Twenty-Seven
April 1st, 1912 – 10pm
"Nellie, will you come with me? I mean, next time, on the Gigantic?" Tommie and I were lying next to each other, whispering into the otherwise silent darkness. "If you want me to, Tommie." I replied.
"I'm going to miss you so much when I'm away."
"At least I get the house to myself." I joked, but really I was trying to fight off tears.
"Nellie, please don't cry." Tommie wiped my cheek, and pulled me into his arms.
"I don't want you to go. I have a bad feeling about that ship, Tommie."
"So do I, Nellie. But I have to go. Uncle William's to ill, and old… I don't think it will be long until I'm… promoted, now."
"How do you know?"
"Remember when I went to visit my uncle in London a few months ago? He said that he was going to have… an operation, and that he would be staying in London for the near future. He wanted me to take over Harland and Wolff – Not permanently, just while he was recovering, I thought. But he told me that there was more to life than shipbuilding. That's why I think…. Uncle William may be leaving his position soon." Tommie looked genuinely worried at that, which surprised me.
"But Tommie, your father told me that you wanted to be the best when you were younger. I thought this was your dream."
"Helen, people get new dreams." He murmured. He rested his hand on my stomach. "I want a family, now."
"You will, Tommie, I promise." I stated. I wasn't expecting now, but I knew that we both wanted another child. Maybe a boy, this time. I would like a boy. A son, a daughter, me, and Tommie. And Laddie, the dog. The perfect family. Maybe God would allow us that, after making us wait so long to find each other.