Jack was up first, or so he thought before he walked into the kitchen. Joseph was pouring a cup of tea.
"Good morning, Jack," he said, taking a sip of the tea.
"Good morning, Mr. Bukater," said Jack.
"Care for a cup of tea?" asked Joseph.
"No, thank you, sir," said Jack. Rose came down at that moment, stretching and yawning. "Good morning, beautiful," said Jack, kissing her cheek.
Rose felt very tired for some reason that she didn't understand. She'd slept well during the night, except for that dream and Jack and Rose's little game. But after that, she'd fallen into a deep slumber.
"Good morning, Jack," she mumbled.
"You all right, Sweetpea?" asked Jack.
"Just tired. That's all," Rose replied sleepily.
"I don't see why you would be, Rose. You slept very soundly last night," Jack told her. Rose just shrugged.
"Cup of tea, ma'am?" asked the butler, who was offering her a teacup and the teapot.
"No!" Rose snapped irritably. Jack and Joseph laughed.
"You're quite proper, Rose," Jack said. He kissed her on the head. "Why so irritable today?"
"I've just been thinking, and we left without telling Lynette good-bye," Rose replied.
"Honey, we'll see her again!" Jack tried to reassure her.
"Jack, this is Fifth Avenue. The Carpathia docked at Pier 54. When would we see each other?" Rose asked in an irritated tone.
"I was just trying to help, Rose," Jack said, defending himself.
"I'm going back up to our room," said Rose, and she left. Jack and Joseph exchanged confused looks.
"I remember my mother was the same way when she was expecting my little brother. He died not long after, though," Jack told Joseph.
Joseph gave him a dirty look. "Would my daughter have any reason to be with child?" Joseph asked him.
Jack struggled for the right words. "Well, you see…uh…it's not the first time…last night, she took off her clothes first…" Jack explained. He was ready for Joseph to grab him by the throat and rip out his esophagus.
Joseph just relaxed, though. "If it's her choice, then so be it," he said. "I'm happy for her that she's ready to start her life. I must admit, Ruth was her age when Rose was born."
"She was seventeen?" asked Jack.
"Actually, she was sixteen when she became pregnant with Rose. She was seventeen when Rose was born," Joseph told him. "And what do you mean by it's not the first time?"
"The back of a car while on board the Titanic," Jack explained. "Which is strange—she wasn't this way the first time. And both times, she started the whole thing. The first time, she simply said put your hands on me, Jack. I am not one to disappoint, so I did what she asked."
"Jack, I have no reason to be mad. Her decision is her decision. If she wants to marry young and have a child, I'm all for it," Joseph explained.
"So, you're not going to kill me?" Jack asked.
"No! Why would I do that?" Joseph exclaimed.
Jack shrugged. "Do you think she really might be with child?" he asked.
Joseph shrugged. "Hard to tell at this point. It's a little early," he replied.
"Oh," said Jack. "I'd better go check on Rose, see how she's doing."
"Good luck, Jack," said Joseph.
Jack nodded his thanks and went up to his room. When he arrived, he found Rose on the bed, crying.
"Rose!" Jack exclaimed. He closed the door and ran to her side. "Rose, are you all right?" Rose pushed herself up and threw herself onto him. "Rose, what happened?"
"I heard you and Daddy talking in the kitchen," she said between sobs. She looked up at him, her face very red. "I'm not ready to have a child, Jack!"
"It's all right, Rose. Everything's fine," Jack reassured her.
"No, it's not! Jack, I'm not ready for this!" Rose exclaimed into his shoulder.
Jack kissed her head. "We'll see as time goes on," he said to her.