EPILOGUE
One Year Later…
Jack stared at the door to his room expectantly as the screams ceased and the cry of a newborn baby filled the air.
"Sounds like a healthy boy," Uncle Butch slapped Jack’s back.
"It’s a boy!" Mrs. Betsy stuck her head out the door, her eyes shining in merriment.
"I have a son," Jack whispered, his eyes wide with delight. "I have a son!"
Suddenly there was another scream and another cry. Jack frowned. What was that? He had thought that the labor was over. He hated being out in the hall like this. Cluess to what was happening to his wife. He was her husband! He should be in there with her!
"My lord! Twins!" Betsy exclaimed in surprise, again sticking her head into the room. "This one’s a girl!"
"Twins!" Jack felt like he was going to faint. He was so happy and scared when Rose had told him that she was pregnant. He looked forward to just having one baby. Never in his wildest dreams did he expect to have two!
"Why to go Jackie boy," Uncle Vic cheered.
"It’s too bad Lisa’s not here to see this," Butch frowned at the thought of his daughter, who had ran off to marry Ronald Flintstine. Butch was so angry with her that he had told her not to come home. So she didn’t return. Instead, her and her new husband moved to Denver. Butch haven’t spoken to his daughter for over six months, even though he knew she kept in touch with Jack and Rose. But that didn’t really bother him so much. He really didn’t care to know how she was coming along as a married woman.
"She’s here in spirit," Jack smiled, his eyes not moving from the door. "What’s taking so long? Why won’t they let me in?"
"They’ll let you in soon enough," Butch reassured his nephew.
Just as Butch said this, the midwife stuck her head through the door and beckoned Jack into the room. "Mother and children are resting comfortably," the woman smiled.
Jack gasped at the scene before him. The room was dimly lit. Mrs. Betsy wsa folding an unused towel as Rose laid in bed, gazing at the pink and blue bundles in her arms.
"Come Betsy. Let’s leave the new parents alone," the midwife led the other woman out of the room, leaving Jack and Rose alone with their children.
Rose looked up at Jack, exhausted but ecstatic. "Aren’t they beautiful Jack?"
"Gorgeous," Jack knelt next to her and gently slipped a finger into his son’s hand and smiled at the tight hold the baby had.
"Lucas. Lucas Spencer and Elizabeth Imogene Dawson. Lizzie and Lucky for short," Jack smiled widely, the names just coming into his mind, as if the children were telling him their names themselves.
"I love it," Rose smiled, looking into Jack’s sparkling blue eyes…eyes that held forever.
Jack and Rose eventually went to Santa Monica, the twins in tow. They did everything they had talked about and more. Two years later, Rose gave birth one last time to a baby girl, but sadly, it was too much for Rose , who died in childbirth, leaving Jack alone to raise three children. It was ten years before Jack heeded his own advice and found love again with a Laura Webber. He loved her, but not as much as he had loved Rose. No one could hold a candle to the woman he had loved for better and for worse. In the year 1993 Jack died at the age of 101 after telling the story of Titanic and joined Rose in the first class Saloon where they remained in their love for all eternity.