ANOTHER PROMISE KEPT
Chapter Four

The next day, Molly took me to see Dr. Jonathan Calvert, who confirmed what I already knew.

"Congratulations, Mrs. Dawson. Your baby should be born next winter. I’d say right around January."

I couldn’t believe that I was going to be a mother. Not a year ago, I used to think that bringing children into the world was something I did not want to do. What for? To be raised by Cal? But now that I was expecting Jack’s baby, I couldn’t think of anything that pleased me more.

Molly and I didn’t talk on our way back home. I was too busy thinking of the things I had to do before the baby arrived. I had to move out. Molly and her family had been good to me, but I couldn’t force them to take care of my baby. I also had a lot of things to buy, like clothes and furniture. So, what I really needed was one thing--money.

"What are you thinking about?" Molly asked me after a while.

"Nothing. I was thinking that I ought to find a job."

She stopped and looked at me.

"A job? What for?"

"Well, I need money to support me and my baby, don’t you think?"

"That’s nonsense! I can take care of you--of both of you."

"No, Molly. I couldn’t possibly ask you to do that. You’ve done enough…"

"I mean it, Rose. I am not letting you go out on your own, especially with a baby to take care of. No, Rose. You are staying with me at least until that baby is born. Then we’ll figure things out."

"All right. All right."

We had reached Molly’s house. When we got inside, I said that I was tired and that I wanted to lay down before dinner. Molly made no comment about it.

Once I was in my room, I began to think. On the one hand, I loved having someone to take care of me. But there was something about Molly that I could not understand. There was something behind her concern, and I wanted to know what that was. I couldn’t see why someone would be so good to me for no reason.

Maybe it is because you’re not used to nice people, I told myself as I lay on the bed, but that explanation didn’t quite convince me. I decided, however, to put the matter to rest, at least for now. All I wanted to think about right now was my baby.

I must’ve fallen asleep, because all of a sudden I saw Helen’s concerned face over me.

"Are you all right?" she asked when I opened my eyes.

"Why wouldn’t I be all right?" I replied as I sat up on the bed.

"I heard you screaming. You were saying something like ‘Don’t take him! He didn’t do it!’ And I got worried."

I looked down, embarrassed.

"I must have been thinking of Jack. Of the last time I ever saw him. God, I was so wrong then…I can’t believe that I actually let them take him away from me."

Helen put a hand on my shoulder to comfort me. She seemed to understand me, even though she didn’t know the whole story, at least not from me. So, I was surprised when she said, "It must’ve been terrible to see the stewards take him down the stairs…I can imagine your pain."

"Wait! Down the stairs? How do you know?"

I had only seen the stewards taking Jack out of the room. Cal had closed the door behind Lovejoy and I had never seen neither of them again. I couldn’t see how Helen knew that they had taken him downstairs when I didn’t know it for sure.

"My mother told me. Why?" she answered.

So, Molly had seen Jack after we got separated? I understood everything. The reason why Molly had been so kind to me was Jack. He had probably told her about the diamond.

I ran downstairs to face Molly and to demand an explanation. I found her in a small sitting room, playing cards with Larry.

"What did he tell you?" I asked.

"What are you talking about?" she inquired.

"Jack. What did Jack tell you when he was being taken under arrest? I know you saw him, Molly. Tell me, what did he say to you? Did he mention me? Was he mad at me?" I had so many things that I wanted to know, and I thought that my friend might have the answer.

"Okay, okay, okay. I did see Jack, and yes, we talked," she confessed.

"Was he mad at me?" I repeated.

"Mad? God, no! He was worried about you. He told me about the diamond and made me promise that I wouldn’t let Cal hurt you. He wasn’t mad, Rose. In fact, I think he could never be mad at you."

I smiled sadly.

"So, that’s why you’ve been taking care of me? Because Jack told you to?"

"I’m not going to lie to you. The reason why I looked for you on the Carpathia was the promise that I made to Jack. But…" she added, seeing that I had opened my mouth to complain. "But he never asked me to bring you home or anything. He just wanted to be sure that you wouldn’t be hurt."

"I can’t believe that Jack actually did that. I can’t believe that, in spite of everything that happened, he still thought about me in that moment."

"I know he didn’t say the actual words, Rose, but he loved you. That was why he was so worried about you."

"I loved him, too," I said, fighting tears. "God, I still do! I wish I had told him. Molly, I feel so bad! I loved Jack, but I didn’t show him how much. He risked his life for me, and I couldn’t pay him back. I should’ve jumped from that boat."

"Like I told you on the boat, Rose, there wasn’t anything that you could do. Imagine what would’ve happened if you’d jumped--you would have killed both yourself and Jack’s baby. You know that it’s better this way…"

"If it is the right choice, Molly, why does it hurt so much?" I asked, crying.

My friend hugged me.

"I know it hurts, honey, but you’ll get over it. Soon you’ll feel less and less pain. Trust me. Jack will take care of you, and he’ll make sure that you don’t suffer."

I cried for a long while. I knew that Molly was right--I did have to start again, so I had to get everything out of my system. Jack would be–had to be–only a memory. A very good, yet painful, memory.

Chapter Five
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