Author's Note: In case you skipped the last chapter 'cause I told you I didn't like it, they basically just got on a train. Yeah. This one might be a bit cliché at parts, but I hope you like it a bit more… I do. :D

~Jillianna

Disclaimer: Chapter One

April 21st, 1912—9.00am

For what seemed like the thousandth time in two days, Rose found herself hunched over the toilet in the bathroom of the train. The fact that they were bumping along across the country didn't exactly help the fact that she hadn't been feeling well. She and Jack had only been on the train for forty-eight hours and she still had yet to figure out where they were headed, except that it wouldn't take all to long to arrive in Jack's desired destination.

"Rose?" she heard Jack call from the other side of the door. He sounded concerned and Rose smiled in spite of herself. "Are you okay?" She lifted her head from the toilet and turned to the door, trying to sound as though she wasn't just emptying what little she had in her stomach.

"I'm fine," Rose called back before flushing and turning to unlock the door. She turned back to the sink and was almost surprised as the door opened. She washed her hands and tried to act calm.

Feeling hands wrap around her waist, Rose turned off the water, drying her hands on her dress and turned to Jack. "You don't look okay," he said instantly, as she forced a smile. He frowned and pressed his lips to her forehead. "I think you've got a fever… and you look a little green."

Rose tried to break free of his grip but he held onto her shoulders and cocked his head. "You weren't just throwing up, were you?" he asked, taking one of her cold hands in his own warm ones. "Your hands are shaking," he added before she had a chance to nod shyly. "I'm not feeling well," Rose whispered, leaning against him.

Before she knew it, Jack had carried her back to their berth and laid her on her bed. He stroked her face gently as her eyes blinked lazily. Suddenly, a thought struck him and he swallowed hard. Before he could stop himself, he heard words exiting his mouth.

"You don't think you're… pregnant, do you?" he choked out and Rose's eyes shot open. "What? No… no, of course not. What made you think that?" But secretly, she had been thinking the same thing. Jack looked away from her and Rose could have sworn she saw a look of forlorn cross over his face as it shadowed.

She reached out to touch his cheek and he grabbed her hand, caressing it gently. "My mother went through the same thing. She was about a month pregnant when she had morning sickness, I think, though." Rose frowned. "I thought you said you didn't have any siblings," she whispered, not wanting to upset him. "I didn't. I was going to, but then they died in that fire and…" Jack blinked hard and ran a hand through his hair, pulling away from Rose.

"But if you were pregnant, you'd only be about a week along, right?" Jack asked, trying hard to change the subject. He frowned suddenly, looking back at Rose. "Unless… he didn't, did he?" Rose almost smiled as Jack's concern and she knew exactly what he was talking about. "Don't worry, you were my first." Jack finally became himself again as he smiled.

"You were mine, too." This time, Rose smiled. After a moment of gazing into each other's eyes, Rose rolled onto her back, staring up the ceiling. "Jack, where are we going?" she asked, closing her eyes gently. Without even looking at him, Rose could hear the grin in his voice.

"Somewhere special. You'll never guess." Rose's eyes shot open as sudden realization hit her. "We're going to…" Jack tried to suppress his smile as Rose's excitement grew. "We're going to Santa Monica!" she cried sitting up suddenly and Jack's eyebrows rose in amusement. "Nope. Well, eventually, but not now." Disappointment flickered in her eyes as she leaned back against the wall. "You're confusing."

Jack shrugged before seating himself in the middle of the floor in the berth. "Thanks," he mumbled, crossing his legs out in front of him and leaning back on his hands. Rose shook her head and lay back down, placing her hands delicately on her stomach. She glanced at Jack, who appeared to be deep in thought as he frowned while staring at the wall.

"Jack?" she managed, finally working up the courage to ask the question that had been plaguing her mind since yesterday morning. He grunted in acknowledgement, still not peeling his eyes away from the wall. "What if… What if I am pregnant?" she whispered, and Jack finally turned towards her, a small smile on his face. "Then I'll be the happiest man on the face of the Earth."

Rose allowed a smile to escape her lips in return, but too soon tears came to her eyes and she frowned. "What if we can't afford it, Jack? How are we going to manage? Where are we going to live?" Jack stood and walked over to Rose, wiping away her tears with his thumb. "Rose, listen to me… Tears aren't going to solve anything. No one—especially you—should cry over something as trivial as money. I'll find a way."

She hugged him tightly and he let his fingers get tangled in her hair. "We'll find a way," she whispered into his ear, and he grinned.