Rose had a good pregnancy.
There were difficult times, but as always, they managed to pull through.
And, of course, she did run her mouth, but Jack knew he had to control his temper.
It was now October 5, 1914, 2:30 AM.
"Jack. Jack! Wake up." Rose shook him over and over.
"Hmm?"
"Jack!"
"What?" He opened his eyes.
"It's time!"
"That's nice, honey." He lay back down. "What?" He sat right back up. "Oh, my God. I'll take the kids to Mom and Dad's. I'll be right back."
"Hurry!"
When he got back, his dad and the doctor were with him.
"Push, Rose!" Jack said, over and over.
"I'm trying!" she yelled back.
He couldn't help but smile.
Three hours later, Rose heard a baby's cry.
She sighed in relief.
"It's a boy! Definitely a boy!" Jack announced. He kissed Rose. "Thank you, Rose," Jack said, once the doctor and Brian were gone.
"Jack, can we name him after my father?"
"Of course."
"Alexander Jack Dawson."
They stared in awe at the tiny baby.
October 5, 1914, at 6:03 AM, Alexander Jack Dawson was born.