A year later
Holding my face, I waited in anticipation. I was becoming anxious for time to go faster as I kept waiting in the silence.
I tried to wrap my head around this day as Rose was in the other room. She went into labor earlier today and a doctor came straight away.
Ruth sat next to me in silence and tapped her foot, waiting to be a grandmother while I waited to be a father. I couldn't wait to have a child, but I hope Rose and the baby were alright. If I lost the baby, that is awful of course, but if I lost Rose, I don't think I could ever get back from that.
"So, what do you think it'll be?" Ruth asked. "Boy or girl."
"I hope for a little boy." I answered honestly.
"You sound like my ex-husband." Ruth smiled. "He wanted a boy too, but we had Rose."
"It's a good thing, though." I grinned and checked my watch again.
I bit into my fingernail in fear of what was happening at this moment. Hearing Rose's screams across the wall made me terrified, but that all stopped when I heard a baby's cry.
I turned to Ruth as she gave me a small smile and stood up. My heartbeat became more rapid at the thought of holding my child for the first time.
She went into the room and I waited.
"Jack, come on in." The doctor said in the doorway and walked slowly into the scene.
Rose held our baby, swaddled in a laced blanket with Ruth cooing at her grandchild.
Sunlight spilled into the room, lighting up the baby's skin. I ran over to Rose's side, kissed her, and stared down at the small child. Red hair covered it's head and it's eyes closed as it began to fall asleep. I smiled and reached down as it's small, pale hand took hold of my finger.
"It's a little girl." Rose smiled.
"What's her name?" I asked.
"I don't know yet."
"What about Josephine." I said softly, remembering the tune Rose and I sung on Titanic. I will always remember that song and perhaps we could sing it to our daughter now.
"It's perfect." Rose smiled and lifted the baby up to me so I can hold my first child.
"Little Josephine." I said softly and the baby became still as she fell into a deep sleep in my arms.
"I'm a father." I smiled.
"And I'm a mother." Rose whispered.
My first daughter was gorgeous and so cute with Rose's red hair.
I handed Josephine to Ruth as she stared down at her granddaughter. She smiled down at the baby with loving eyes as she realized that she was now a grandmother.
I took hold of Rose's hand as she sat up to kiss me once more. We finally were starting a family and I can't wait to teach my children and guide them like my father did before he died.
I know my daughter will be beautiful since she inherited Rose's looks and I already love her unconditionally.
"I finally have a child." Rose smiled and I remembered when she told me that she was pregnant from Gorge, but it was a mistake.
Although, I never told Rose about Gorge's suicide and I don't plan to. She used to love the man and I know it would break her heart. I love Rose and I'm glad she had my child.
I kissed Rose again and Ruth gave her Josephine to hold once more. The baby was asleep with small breaths escaping her mouth.
I was in a living dream with a family and a large house while I worked my dream job as an artist. Life was perfect and I felt lucky to have such a life and with Rose as my wife who I fall in love with every time I see her face. If I could, I would relive my days on the Titanic when I first fell in love with Rose and the memories we shared back then. She was finally mine and we will forever be together because I don't know what I would be without her.NOTE:
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Forever Flying
RandomAfter the tragic sinking of the R.M.S. Titanic, many survivors struggle to grasp life again. Many lost loved ones, including the penniless artist, Jack Dawson. Due to fear of being found by enemies, he changes his name to Jack Bukater and restarts h...