Jack and Rose were married a few months later. Jackie and Jackson had a wonderful time. It was small and simple, but they both loved it. Ruth DeWitt Bukater was invited, and she did come, though she was in shock for the first few minutes because she thought both of them were dead. The new couple left their daughter and son to get to know their grandmother a bit as they went off to California. Jack taught Rose to ride a horse, and they were both sick several times on the roller coaster after drinking beer until they were on the brink of throwing up anyway. They had the time of their lives.
Afterward, they went back to live as a somewhat settled-down family, but every once in a while, a chance would come up, and they’d go off on an adventure, being sure to be back before school started.
Jack worked his art on the streets of New York, expanding his horizons and painting portraits. Soon he was regarded as a well-known artist who could really do well among the people of the city. He was somewhat famous, but he still took great pleasure in coming home every night to his wife and children, and made a habit of never being later than seven o’clock.
Rose was discovered by a Broadway director and rocketed to fame. She never moved out of New York, and tried to stay in the city so she wouldn’t have to be away from her family for long periods of time.
Jackie and Jackson grew into an intelligent young man and woman. Jackson went to college to pursue his dream of becoming a movie director. Jackie became a well-known writer and wrote children’s books. Their parents were thrilled.
The twins were not the only children in the family. After them came Matthew and Emma, who both grew into extraordinary people. Matthew had an amazing aptitude for math and Emma drew like her father. Then, after them, Leonardo and Kate came along.
The years passed by with the Dawson family living in happiness. By the time Rose was one hundred one, she had told her story, lost her husband of seventy-six years, and had many grandchildren and great-grandchildren, finally surrendering to old age.
Rose found herself on the deck of the Titanic, young again. There was Jack, waiting for her. Everyone she had known who had perished in the tragedy or, by now, had passed away greeted her with a smile. She never thought heaven would be so wonderful.
The End.