Prologue:
Rose disembarked the Carpathia, keeping
her head down to avoid the camera’s and her mother and ex-fiancee. She never wanted to see neither of them
again. Pulling the coat Cal had forced
on her closer around her shivering shoulders, Rose continued on through the
crowd and out onto the dark streets of New York City to embark on a new
life. If she had looked back, she would
have seen a familiar figure go the opposite direction, but she didn’t so she
started her journey alone and heartbroken.
Jack Dawson continued to the
trainstation. He had searched
everywhere for Rose, but there was no sign of her. So after the journey on the Carpathia that seemed to have lasted
forever, he decided to end his wandering and return to his hometown of Chippewa
Falls. He had friends there, plus his
parents house was still standing. He
could stay there and mourn for Rose and decide
what he was going to do next.
Signing he disappeared into the darkness, unaware that Rose was alive
and well, going by his name and heading for a different part of town.
Nine
months later…
Rose yawned, tired after the long hours
she had spent. Hours giving birth to
the baby of the only man she had ever loved.
It was a bit of a surprise when she had ran into Molly Brown in New York
after disembarking the Carpathia three months earlier. She had never expected to see anyone from
high society again. When she came face
to face with the older woman she had fainted, dead away. When she woke up, she was in a doctor’s
office and was told she was three months pregnant and to take it easy. Molly took over from there. She had taken Rose to Denver with her to
live, agreeing to keep Rose’s survival a secret from everyone. As far as anyone knew her name was Rose
Dawson, a distant cousin of Molly’s who had run upon some bad luck and Molly
was helping her get back on her feet again.
The next six months flew by. Rose shopped and readied herself for the new
arrival by day and by night she was closed up in her room, mourning Jack. Remembering each and every moment they had
spent together and wished that their baby could know it’s father.
And now the birth was over with and she
had a perfect baby son named Robert, after her father. She would have named him Jack, but she
thought it’d be too painful. Slipping
out of bed she glided over to the crib and picked her son up into her
arms.
“Hey there Robbie. How are you doing? I know, you miss daddy don’t you? I do too. I wish you could
have known him Robbie. He was perfect
in everyway. Someday I’ll find you a
new daddy, but not yet. I’m afraid
mama’s not ready to love anyone besides you and Auntie Molly right now.”
Carrying the baby out onto the balcony
outside her room, Rose lifted the baby up towards the stars. “Look Jack! This is your son Robert Jack Dawson. He’s perfect Jack! Thank
you so much! We love you and miss you!”
“Rosie? What are you doing out here darlin? It’s cool and you’ve just given birth too,” Molly came out and
guided Rose back into the room.
“I was showing Robbie to Jack. Oh Molly, I wish Jack could have seen
Robbie. He would have loved him.”
“I know he would have darlin. I know,” Molly wrapped a warm comforting arm
around Rose when the young woman began crying once again for her lost
love.
“Oh Molly, what am I going to do now
without him?”
“Do what you’ve been doing along
Rosie. Survive darlin. That’s what you’re gonna do. Survive.”