Rose looked up at the Statue of Liberty with a broken heart. The man who had given her life, who had saved her in so many ways, was dead. Gone. Nothing could bring him back, but she could and would go on. She would heal. Eventually.
The ship docked and Rose got off, quickly disappearing into the crowds. She didn’t want Cal to find her. She had hidden from him on the Carpathia, and she would avoid him now. She never wanted to see him again. Chances were, if he thought she was dead, she wouldn’t.
Rose made herself a life in New York. She found an apartment that she could rent. She got a job and she began to rebuild her life. In a week, she was settled in. In a month, she had made a good life with good friends who were on their way to being great and best friends. She was going on, but she never forgot. She was healing, but she still hurt.
Doctor’s Office
One day, she went to the doctor after feeling something odd in her belly. She had no idea what he was doing, but she answered all the questions that she could.
"Congratulations, Mrs. Dawson. You are pregnant. Due around mid-January," the doctor said. Rose smiled.
She was surprised about it, and she knew it was Jack's, since it could be no one else's. Just when she had begun to forget about Jack, she was reminded about him.
Rose's Apartment
She walked home and went to the seventh floor of the apartment building. She went inside and sat down in the chair. She wasn't sad or angry about having Jack's baby. She cried for the Titanic. She cried for Jack. She wished Jack could be there.
"Jack, please don't leave me. I want you with me the whole time during my pregnancy. Keep yourself with me and the baby," she whispered as the wind came through the window. What she didn't know was more crying was coming, but also more happiness along the way.
Five Months Later
Jack was perfectly fine, physically. But emotionally, he was pretty torn up. He was sure Rose was still alive, and nearly sure she was still in New York City, but nine months of searching had given no results. He was no closer to finding her than he had been when he saw her getting off the Carpathia and couldn’t catch her before she disappeared into the crowd. Seeing redheads killed him because they were never Rose. He always asked the same questions.
"Do you know anyone named Rose DeWitt Bukater?"
"Does the name Rose DeWitt Bukater sound familiar to you?"
There was a redhead who Jack had seen only that morning. She had been carrying two babies who seemed to be only a few days old. The girl looked to be about seventeen or eighteen. Jack sighed, missing Rose dearly. If only something could bring them together.
Rose's Apartment
Rose walked home after a week in the hospital. She held her son, Jackson, and her daughter, Jackie. It was a surprise to Rose to have twins, but she loved them both. Jackson and Jackie both had blond hair that was curly. Jackson had Jack's eyes, while Jackie had green eyes.
Rose felt at peace. Motherhood gave her a feeling of calm. She knew it wouldn’t be easy, but she was no longer completely alone. She ached to have Jack there to share this happiness, but she knew it couldn’t be. She had her daughter and her son, and that was enough.
When the time was right, she would tell her children why their father wasn't with them.