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Molly sighed irritably as she picked up another rag off the floor. That new maid of hers was definitely not working out. She was going to have to call the agency for a new girl. Throwing the rag on a nearby table, Molly was about to head upstairs when the doorbell rings. Not even bothering to wait for the maid to answer it, she opened the door and gasped in surprise.
Rose stood on her doorstep, two bags in hand. By the look of her she’s been taking good care of herself, even put on a little wieght.
"Rose darlin’!" Molly exclaimed happily, throwing her arms around the smiling girl she hasn’t seen for four months. "What a surprise!"
"I’m sorry to just show up like this. I wrote you a letter, but I’m not sure if it even arrived in time," Rose smiled apologetically.
"Don’t be sorry darlin’. It probably did arrive, but that fool maid probably lost it," Molly rolled her eyes. "Well just don’t stand out there in the weather! Come in! Come in and make yourself at home and tell me what brings ya here to Denver!"
Rose smiled and accepted Molly’s invitation. Setting her bags on the floor beside her, she took a seat on the couch and faced Molly.
"Well, first off…you might as well know this now before you get any further…I’m pregnant."
"Oh my dear Lord!" Molly gasped, gazing at Rose’s extended abdomen. So it wasn’t regular wieght gain after all. "Is it Cal’s?"
Rose shook her head, her face twisted in disgust. "God no. It’s Jack’s. I’m pregnant with Jack Dawson’s child." She smiled at this. Everytime she thought about having this little piece of Jack with her, she can’t keep the smiles away.
"Oh my! But how? You two didn’t know each other that long!" Molly scoots closer in her chair.
"Well…it was the night of the sinking of course…and Jack and I…we had fallen completely in love with each other…no one has ever loved me nor treated me like Jack had. Well anyway…we were in the cargo hold after running away from Cal’s manservant. We ended up in the cargo hold…in a brand new Renault car…in the back seat…and then…it just happened. He asked me if I was nervous, I said no. Then I told him to touch me, but I wanted more and so did he."
"Oh Rose…"
"It was my first time Molly and it was so magical. I should have known it wouldn’t have lasted…I should have known that something would come and take him out of my life. Everything I’ve ever loved deeply has been taken away and Jack was no different."
"Oh Rose. Jack didn’t want to die. You do know that don’t you?" Molly took Rose’s hand and looked into her eyes. "It’s just that sometimes no matter how hard we fight...we lose anyway."
"I know he didn’t want to die Molly. But he knew he was going to. From the very moment the ship began to sink he knew," Rose wiped the hot tears that were streaming down her face away. "I wish he could be here now Molly. I wish our child would be able to get to know his or her father and love him just as I do."
"Oh it will darling. This baby will get to know it’s father from the people who knew him…from you and me. I’ll share all I know with the child."
"Oh but Molly it’s not enough! I’ve known Jack for only a couple of days! I didn't even know what his favorite color was! Or his birthday! Or any distant relatives he may have!" Rose cried. "I know nothing of Jack to share with our child!"
"But we can find out. Did Jack ever tell ya where he was from?"
"Chippewa Falls Wisconsin. He had fallen through some thin ice while ice-fishing out on Lake Wissota with his father," Rose sniffed, then laughed sarcastically. "How ironic that it was in icy waters that he died."
"Well I’ll tell you what. We go to Chippewa Falls Wisconsin. We’ll gather up as much information about the early days of Mr. Jack Dawson that we can find and we follow it from there. As soon as this child is born, you’ll be an expert on his life. It’d be like you knew him forever."
"That sounds like a good idea Molly. But you don’t have to do that…"
"Oh but I want to. I’m quite curious myself. And besides, I’m sure the lad had some friends and family that may want to know of his untimely death. It’d be cruel to leave them out in the cold, allowing them to believe that he’s still out there and will be coming home. Don’t you think?"
Rose noded. "You’re right. It would be cruel. Ok fine. When do we go again?"
"How about two weeks from now. Give you a chance to catch your bearings and me time to make the proper arrangements. Then we’ll go in search of your young man’s history. It’ll be like a little adventure."
Rose giggled at the thought. It was just like what Jack had told her. She was going to head out for the horizon and she was going to bring back information about Jack for her child. Rose has never been so happy since she lost Jack.