The night had come quicker than any of the passengers on Titanic had imagined. Both Aaron and Emily had tried to spend the rest of the day out on the deck with Jack while Rose and older Jack had gone back inside. But sadly, the rain had started to pour and they quickly needed to make their way inside.

Emily shook her head to get the water out of her curls, her damp hair flying everywhere as Aaron attempted to dry off Jack's wet clothes. "Oh Aaron, your jacket is probably ruined."

Aaron smiled to the younger woman before hanging his jacket over her shivering body. "That better?"

The brunette looked up to him. "Sweetheart, it's damp. Don't we need to go dry it?"

"Is the jacket making you warmer?"

"…Well yes, bu-"

"Then that's that."

Emily felt her cheeks heat up before shaking her head, looking down to the blond beside her with a damp curl falling into her view. "Are you alright, Jack?"

The small boy looked up to his father's girlfriend, grinning up to her with his baby teeth shining. "Is it time for bread?"

Aaron smiled down to his son, ruffling his dirty blond hair before looking back up to the woman next to him. He gripped both their hands and helped them make their way towards the grand staircase. "Would you like to have dinner soon, Emily? It is kind of late, but none of us have eaten just yet."

Emily gave a small shrug of her shoulders. "I'm kind of hungry, yes." She frowned when her eyes hit the doors of the dining area, and she looked up to the older man. "But we're no longer allowed in the dining hall, Aaron."

The older man shook his head, looking to an older gentleman who was escorting two small girls towards the elevators. "Excuse me, sir?"

The grey haired man turned around, smiling to the younger couple he glanced to. "Good evening, sir. Do you need help with something?"

Aaron left his son with Emily by the stairs as he walked over to the older man. "Do you know if there is any other place on the boat to eat? It's almost past dinner and we cannot be in the dining area for now."

His blue eyes widened as he pointed down the hall. "Just tell your wife to follow me and my girls. We're headed down to a party."

"Oh, but we were not invited."

The older man let out a laugh, slapping his hand on Aaron's back. "You don't need an invite, boyo!" He quickly glanced towards the attractive brunette by the staircase, watching as she lifted the small boy onto her hip. "She ain't a brasser, is she?"

Aaron's eyebrows shot up. "Brasser?"

"Ya' know. A street walker."

The brunette immediately scowled towards the man before him, ignoring the looks from the older gentleman's daughters that stood between them. "I can assure you she's not. Why? Does she look like one to you?"

"Cop on! I just wanted to confirm, son. I didn't wanna be rude."

"Kind of crossed that line already."

The older man shook his head. "I apologize. Now why don't you all come along?"

Not three minutes later were they downstairs where the party was taking place. Aaron tugged Emily by the waist and held her by his side, Jack snuggled into her warm chest. He set his lips to her ear, feeling her tense up beside him. "Maybe we shouldn't be down here, darling."

Emily shook her head before smiling up to the older man, feeling the smoke of the cigars and the music from the small band across the room engulf her body. "Oh why? This seems like so much fun!" She reached up to peck his cheek, feeling Jack's little arms wrap around her neck. "Besides, we need somewhere to eat."

Aaron watched as the men around him took women in their arms and began to dance around. "I don't know, Emily."

"It's not like it's unsafe, Aaron." She pressed a small kiss to Jack's head before breaking away from her boyfriend's side. "We will eat, dance and have fun while it's raining outside. Sound alright?"

The older man let out a sigh before sitting them at an empty table, watching Emily remove his jacket from her shoulders and drape it over the back of her chair.

Emily smiled when she looked over her shoulder, seeing a man about her age with a tray in his hand. "Yes?"

"Can I get ya' somethin' miss?"

Emily felt herself blush when the man smiled down to her, and she gave a quick glance to the older man across from her. "We'll have two beers and a water if you have them."

The blonde's eyebrows shot up, a grin on his face. "You ain't up the pole, miss?"

"Pretty impossible for not having sinned."

"Alrighty then!"

Aaron looked to the younger woman before him as he watched the blond walk away. "Up the pole?"

Emily smiled over to her boyfriend, helping Jack set a napkin into his lap. "He asked if I was pregnant, Aaron." She quickly shook her head when she saw his eyes harden. "He just wanted to make sure I was allowed to drink, sweetie. He was not implying anything."

"You do not know that, Emily."

The younger woman's glare was hard. "I was the one speaking with him, Aaron. You were not." She shook her head when she watched the brunette glare back at her, and she felt her voice grow dangerously deeper. "You will not go and pull another stunt like you did this morning. Do you understand me, Aaron?"

Aaron's eyes roamed over the brunette's tense features, and his eyes softened when he saw the subtle pleading in her gaze. "I didn't mean to be rude, Emily. I'm sorry."

Emily's face immediately brightened, her eyes smiling towards the older man before leaning over the small table, her lips pressing briefly to his. "It's alright."

"This is going to be a long night, isn't it?"

The younger woman flicked her fingers against Aaron's nose. "In a fun way, yes."