I'm back! And after only a few days, you all should be proud! Haha! And Omg I went to see Titanic 3D yesterday! It was amazing! I cried nearly all the way through ): It is worth the watch so go see it if you haven't seen it I command you!

Haha anyways this chapter is a little different, because it's set in third person rather than Jack's POV but then Jack's POV comes back later on in the chapter. I hope you like it and don't forget to review!

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Blue-Eyed-Artist's Girl, SapphireEyes06, SurferGirl3000 and llma (:

September 27th 1925

It was Molly's leaving day, but unfortunately Jack had to work. The weekend had been fun and memorable for everyone, and Molly and Annie had been getting on really well. Annie had turned back to the kind hearted girl who had been hidden for so long. Jack assumed Molly had just brought the good back out of her, he hoped anyway.

Annie sat staring at the rain outside her window. It was such a glum day and she was in a glum mood. She had only known Molly two days, but she was sad she was leaving so soon. She felt like Molly was family to her and her father. Molly talked about how much Annie was like Rose an awful lot, this made her happy. Jack rarely made comparisons between Rose and Annie, in fact he barely talked about her at all, and every time he tried to he seized up. Annie couldn't handle it she needed to know about her mother. Each year she could feel her slipping away even further, and one day just ending up a misty fog of memory.

"Annie, you in hon?" Molly shouted from the living room.

Annie immediately brightened and ran from her room to where Molly was.

"Hi Aunt Molly," She smiled giving her a hug.

"Well I've finished packing, so going to wait and say bye to your dad before I go,"

"I wish you didn't have to leave so soon," Annie said sadly.

Molly lifted her chin up. "No need to worry, I'll be back soon." She said smiling.

"Aunt Molly, I just wondered if I could speak to you about something,"

"Of course you can! Let's sit down, now tell me what's on your mind?" Molly asked.

Annie fiddled with the material on the cushion. "How well did you know my mom?"

Molly sighed. "Wow well that is a question. Tell you the truth honey, not a great deal. We met on Titanic; I dined with her family quite a lot. I'll tell you something though; she could light up a room. Such a funny girl and beautiful as well, like you," Molly explained.

Annie sat engrossed, trying to imagine her mom as a young lady when she first met her Dad.

"You could have a conversation with her, that didn't involve money. She was one of the least snobby people I've ever met, and there aren't a few of them around. Brave, she rescued your Dad you know?"

"Really?" Annie exclaimed.

"Why yeah! Has your Dad never told you?" Molly questioned.

Annie sat back, the smile falling from her face. "He doesn't talk that much about Titanic. Or my Mom, I don't think he's over her death yet. I know it sounds awful but he makes me so mad sometimes, at least he can remember her. At least he has memories of her, but he won't share them with me it's like he wants me to forget about her,"

"That's not true honey; he wouldn't want you to forget about her. You won't, you won't forget about her. She's always with you, you just got to look up at the sky and she'll be there somewhere."

Annie got that familiar sinking feeling in her heart; tears began to well up in her eyes. "I miss her Aunt Molly, I miss her every day."

Molly enveloped her into her arms, Annie burst into tears. Molly struggled to contain her emotion, but she had to be strong for Annie. "That's it darling, you have a good cry get it all out." She said holding her tight and rubbing her back. Annie choked and sobbed, it felt good to have a shoulder to cry on.

When she finished she sat back and wiped her wet eyes.

Molly put her hand over Annie's. "You got to remember honey, your Dad didn't get to spend enough time with your Mom, and he wouldn't of known all the answers to your questions. Neither of us do, not like her family would of your Grandma Ruth," Molly said not thinking about what she was saying before it was too late.

"My grandmother's called Ruth? Aunt Molly do you know my grandma?"

Molly's heart began to beat frantically in fear. What had she done? She just had to open her big mouth; she promised Jack she wasn't in contact with Rose's family. Annie was desperate, desperate to know about her mother; desperate to be in touch with her family, but she couldn't do that to Jack. Even though hope and desperation splashed through the young girls eyes.

"No, no I don't I used to not anymore, well not since the sinking anyway. Oh and that time we bumped into each other in New York, but no, no were not anymore," Molly babbled standing up and walking out the room.

Confused, Annie followed. Unable to let this drop, if Molly knew any of Rose's family she had a right to tell her, after all they were her family too. She loved her Dad and she loved the little family they had but it just wasn't enough for her.

"Aunt Molly, please don't lie to me."

Molly picked up a mug before putting it down again. "I'm not I promise,"

"You are! Don't promise on a lie!" Annie said in frustration.

Molly stayed silent and hung her head. What was she supposed to say?

Fed up Annie flipped. "I'm tired! I'm tired of all the secrets, all the lies, all the protection I don't want it! I don't want to live in a bubble where no one knows I exist! I hate it! I hate Dad! And I hate you for lying to me!" Annie screamed before storming off.

Molly couldn't handle it, she knew she would regret what she was going to do, but Annie was right. It was her family, it should be her choice on whether she shut them out, not her's and not Jack's, even if Jack was her father. Rose was her mother.

Molly followed. "Ok Annie, ok,"

Annie stopped and turned around, waiting to here. "Your Grandma Ruth, well you know about the arranged marriage between Cal and Rose?" Molly asked.

Annie nodded a story that was familiar to her.

"Well after the sinking, Ruth and Cal thought Rose had died with your father on board the ship. Well we all did. Cal took Ruth in for a while, but he soon made it clear she wasn't welcome anymore so he threw her out. I found her begging in the streets of New York, so I took her in. She's been living with me ever since," Molly ended softly.

Annie's face dropped. Who knew Molly could be so sneaky? Her grandmother had been with Molly all his time. She was alive, she was nearby. To Annie this was amazing.

"Does she know about me? Does she know I exist?" Annie asked.

Molly bit her lip and nodded. "We both read about your father in the paper. She's read some of the letters."

A smile erupted across Annie's face, while guilt further poured through Molly.

"I want to see her, right now take me back with you," Annie begged.

"Honey that's never gonna happen, do you realise what your father will say? What he will do?" Molly tried to explain.

"I don't care! It's my grandmother!"

"No Annie!" Molly grabbed Annie gently by the arms and pulled her closer. "You cannot repeat what has just been said to your Dad. He can't know Annie, it will break his heart. And you will never get the shot at meeting her ok, so just keep it zipped until I sort it out do you understand me?" Molly ordered.

Annie stared intensely at her before sighing and nodding in agreement. Molly kissed her forehead. "I'll sort it, I promise,"

The door opened and Jack walked in. "Hi!" He called.

"Molly I thought you'd left already?" Jack asked smiling.

"I just popped round to say goodbye,"

"Hey Dad you'll never guess what!" Annie said in excitement.

Molly turned around anxiously, but Annie did not look at her.

"Aunt Molly said she'd come back next weekend. Didn't you Aunt Molly?" Annie smiled slyly.

Two can play at this game, she thought to herself.

Molly looked confused. What was she up to?

"Really Molly that's great!" Jack smiled.

"Yeah, well I must be going now. I got a long trip back, come here son," And she grabbed Jack, giving him a massive bear hug.

Molly moved to Annie next and hugged her close. "Remember what I said, I will sort it," She whispered in her ear. Tears began to well up in Annie's eyes; she didn't want Molly to go.

"Come back Molly, and tell my Grandma I said hi," She whispered back.

Molly pulled out of the hug, her eyes damp. She tapped Annie's nose. "And don't be giving your Dad any grief while I'm gone," She teased.

"As if I would," Annie laughed while Jack raised his eye brow.

They all hugged one last time before Molly left. Outside the house she let out a huge breath, now Annie knew she had to figure out what she was doing next.

Jack's POV

Annie ran over to me and flung her arms round me. "What's that for?" I asked.

"I'm sorry I push on about Mom, and blame you for me forgetting her. I know it's hard to talk about her and I respect that," Annie said.

I was rather shocked at her understanding. The truth is I try to tell her everything I can about Rose, but it's hard. Even looking at Annie gets hard sometimes because she's turning into a replica.

It was the day after Rose had given birth to Annabelle, and they both had been discharged. I held Annabelle while Rose slowly limped to the car, still in pain from the birth. Annabelle lay fast asleep in my arms. She was so small and dainty I was afraid I would break her.

Once home, I managed to get Annabelle into her new crib without waking her. Rose was pale faced, bags under her eyes, hair limp and lifeless, hands still resting on her swollen belly and yet she had never looked more beautiful. I kissed her cheek.

"Come on let's get you to bed."

"No," Rose replied, "I'm comfortable on the couch. Can you come sit me with?" She asked.

"Of course I can," And I moved to sit with her.

I put my arm round her and she snuggled into my chest, sighing deeply. I stroked her forehead.

"She's settling well already," Rose commented.

"Yeah, she's going to be a good one I reckon,"

Rose lifted her head. "Jack we're parent," She said, it suddenly hitting her. She burst out laughing and I copied the laughs.

"We are aren't we," I smiled kissing her deeply.

That night I rolled over onto an empty space. I opened my eyes, Rose wasn't here and the bathroom light wasn't on. I told myself to stop panicking, that she was probably getting a glass of water. She was taking her time though, so I decided to see what she was up to.

I walked across the landing when I noticed Annabelle's door was ajar. I slowly pushed it open, Rose stood at the side of it looking in on our child.

I walked up beside her and she smiled happy to see me.

"How long you been here?" I whispered.

"Long enough," Rose smiled.

I looked down into Annabelle's crib; she lay flat on her back with her head to the side and her arms out wide. She breathed steadily.

Rose reached out and stroked her blonde tufts of hair. "She's going to look like her Daddy, blonde hair, and gorgeous blue eyes."

"Nope she's gonna be your double. I bet you anything,"

Rose giggled.

Rose was wrong, by the time Annie was a few months, her hair started changing colour to match Rose's fiery locks, although some of the blonde in them stayed for a while giving a light auburn feel. However now looking at my twelve year old daughter she had little features that I could say she's mine, except the eyes. She's Rose's double.

"There's one thing I never told you about your Mum,"

Annie looked at me in seriousness.

"Ever since the night we brought you home, she used to stand at your crib every night. Just checking you were ok, loving you. After she read you your Princess Annabelle story, she would stay listening to the sound of you breathing. She used to say you slept exactly like you did when you were a baby. Flat on back, head to the side, arms out wide," I explained.

Annie smiled softly. "I still sleep like that now,"

I made my way over to my hurting little girl and pulled her into a hug. "We're gonna be ok princess. Everything will work out."

Annie held close to her father, she knew things we're going to work out, but little did she know at what cost.

Hope you liked it! I'm probably going to end up following this kind of format from now on, especially because in future chapters, it won't just be Annie and Jack and revolve around Jack. (Trying not to give anything away!) But when it is a Jack chapter it will be in his POV.

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Leah xx