I'm back it's taken a while but I'm back. So here it is

September 26th 1925

I sat on the sofa waiting, waiting for the knock on the door. I was so excited; Molly would be arriving anytime now. Molly who I hadn't seen in over thirteen years, she was coming. I couldn't sit still so stood up and began shifting things again, even though I had only tided up that morning. I neatened the photos on the wall for the fifth time.

One was of me, Rose and Annie when she was only a few weeks old. We went to a photographer; Annie was asleep, wrapped in a blanket on the floor. Me and Rose lay over her each holding a tiny hand wrapped around our finger. We stared at each other, and Rose looked like she was about to start laughing. It was by far my favourite photo.

I checked it for dust again, before I forced myself away. "Stop fidgeting Jack, everything is going to be fine," I told myself. I made my way into the kitchen the clock on the wall ticking, time dragging on and on. I leant against the counter and tapped my fingers on it in rhythm with the clock. Then a knock on the door.

I gasped and my heart started beating ten to the dozen. I raced into the hallway and flung open the door.

"Hello Jack," Molly smiled in her distinct accent.

"Molly," I barely managed to say before I was enveloped in her arms.

"Look at you! All grown up," Molly kept repeating tapping my face with her hands. "Still as handsome as ever mind," She added grinning away.

I smiled. "Please come in," I managed to say. She walked in and I shut the door. "Do you want me to take your coat?" I asked.

"Yes please, still the perfect gentlemen," She said handing it to me and going to sit down on the couch.

"Can I get you a drink or something?" I asked.

"I could murder a cup of tea,"

"Coming right up,"

When I finished making us the tea I handed it to her and sat down on the chair while her eyes ran round my apartment.

"My, my Jack I must say you keep a tidy house," She laughed.

"Thanks Molly," I grinned.

"So come on then what have you been up to all these years?" She asked eagerly.

I laughed. Molly really had not changed at all, despite a few wrinkles and grey hair she was exactly the same person, her laugh was the same and her personality was the same.

"Well after the Titanic hit the ice berg. Cal accused me of robbery, he said I stole the heart of the ocean from him after I err," he paused wondering if he should continue.

"Go on you can tell me," She smiled cheekily.

"Well after she asked me to draw her like one of my French ladies," I simply stated.

"Ahhh," Molly laughed immediately understanding the euphemism. She had been to France she knew what the ladies were like.

"Rose came to rescue me," I continued.

Molly nodded remembering. "Yeah, me and Ruth were in the lifeboat and she wouldn't get in. She stepped back and ran away and Cal followed. That was the last time I saw her," She said sadly. "Such a brave girl," She added.

"If she hadn't had come I would of died. I was chained up against a pipe and everyone left me. Rose released me using an axe!"

Molly's eyes widened.

"So after that we came up on deck. I tried to get her into a lifeboat Cal was there promised I would get off safely. That he had some kind of arrangement. I pretended to believe him, just to get her off the ship. I knew he wouldn't get me off, why would he? I stole his fiancée from him! He hated my guts,"

"Rose deserved you not Cal. Cal could of given her everything, but he couldn't have given her the love and honour you would give her," Molly reassured me.

I immediately felt better. "I don't think Rose believed him either. She jumped off the lifeboat back onto the ship. I couldn't believe it I was so angry I immediately chased after her. Told her she was stupid, but she was right you jump I jump she said to me,"

"I knew then I had to keep us both safe. We were on the back of the ship when it started to sink, and boy did it sink fast. I held her shaking body in my arms trying to keep calm for the both of us and then we were in the water."

Molly's eyes looked at me in anticipation.

"We found a floating door, but it wasn't big enough to fit us both on. So of course I made Rose get on it and we hung on for what seemed like forever, but the water was so cold. I could feel myself beginning to sleep away, and then a boat came and saved us."

"When we docked in New York, we settled down immediately. Got married, found the perfect place. We both got jobs. I worked down at the art museum and Rose became on actress in the theatre. We found out she was pregnant," I smiled.

Molly's grin widened. "You must have been so happy,"

"I was, we were both so young but I wanted to be a good Dad. I said if I would have a little girl I would spoil her rotten." I chucked.

"Our daughter was born on January 30th 1913. Annabelle Molly Dawson. We chose the middle name after you,"

Molly put her hands over her mouth. Tears welled up in her eyes. "Oh Jack, you have no idea how much that means to me,"

"We wanted a part of you with her. You were the only one he accepted us, and we owed you that," I explained.

"By the time she was three she decided she wanted to be called Annie. As she keeps growing she gets more and more beautiful,"

"Well she has very beautiful parents," Molly smiled.

"Oh Molly," I laughed.

"Our lives were great, I began earning lots of promotions and we were one big happy family. Then everything went wrong. Rose first fell ill shortly after Annie's sixth birthday, influenza. We thought she would get better at first, but she battled it for months and just kept on getting worse. She had to give up work and couldn't even get out of bed in the final weeks. I was given leave from my job to look after her, and I never let the thought her dying cross my mind until the last night."

I breathed out struggling to contain my emotions. Tears ran down Molly's cheeks.

"On September 20th, she died in my arms. I fell asleep woke up and she was gone." Tears began to fall.

"She was twenty four!" And I burst into sobs.

Molly approached me and wrapped her arms round me; she rocked me as I sobbed. I hadn't cried in years, it felt good to get it all out.

"You don't have to tell my anymore of you don't want to," Molly said quietly.

"No," I sniffed. "I want to,"

"So after Rose died for the first year I struggled, but things did get better. I got back into work and became manager. Annie started singing and she has the best voice I have ever heard."

"Where is Annie? I'm desperate to meet her," Molly inquired.

"She's at her singing lesson she will be in soon,"

"Were close, me and Annie but it's getting harder again. She will be a teenager soon, she needs a mother figure, and she needs Rose. She misses her, asks questions. Questions I can't even answer. Started asking about Rose's family. What was I supposed to tell her?"

Molly sat back; she had kept one thing secret from Jack. She became close to Ruth after the sinking, even letting her move in after Cal wanted nothing more to do with her. She missed Rose, she realised her mistakes. She didn't tell Jack, because if she did she was scared he wouldn't respond to her.

Molly smiled. "I'm sure everything's going to work out Jack,"

Just then the door banged. "Dad I'm home!" Annie called.

Annie walked into the living room to see me and Molly. Molly stood back and gasped.

Annie looked at her in shyness, she knew who Molly was.

"You look so much like your mother," She said softly, carefully making her way over to her.

"Annie this is your aunt Molly," I introduced.

Annie held out her hand for Molly to ignore it and immediately pull her in for a hug. I expected Annie to look baffled, slightly resistant even, but she hugged her back gripping tightly as if she couldn't let go. I smiled at them both.

The meeting had gone well and I had a feeling things were going to start looking up.

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