CAUGHT BETWEEN TWO WORLDS
Epilogue

Three Months Later

Jack stood outside of Rose’s room, along with his sister Caitlin and best friend Cory. It had been ten hours since Rose’s first contraction, and Jack was going crazy with worry. Was it supposed to take this long?

"Calm down, Jack. Everything’s going to be fine." Cory tried to calm his friend, who was pacing the floor.

"Yeah. Molly’s in there with her right now. She’s going to be fine," Caitlin reassured her brother.

"Mr. Dawson?" The doctor came out of the room, wiping his brow with a handkerchief.

"Yes?" Jack came to attention. "Is it Rose? Is she okay?"

"Mrs. Dawson is fine, and so is your daughter." The doctor grinned. "Congratulations. You may go in and see them now."

"A daughter! I have a daughter!" Jack hugged both Cory and Caitlin happily before dashing into the room, where Rose was holding her daughter and Molly was straightening out the blankets in the tiny crib that Rose and Jack had set up a week ago.

"Well, there’s the new father." Molly looked up. "Come on in, Jack. Meet your daughter."

"She’s beautiful." Jack sat down next to Rose and lightly touched the baby’s head, brushing back her blond hair. "She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve seen, next to her mother."

"She looks like her father." Rose smiled lovingly up at her husband. "Just how I dreamed she’d look."

"What are you two gonna name her?" Molly asked, moving to the door to leave the two new parents alone with their baby.

"Josephine." Rose smiled. "Josephine Margaret Dawson."

"Good name for her." Molly smiled. "I’ll go out and tell the others."

Once alone, Jack kissed Rose passionately and returned to gazing at his tiny daughter. If anyone had told him nine months ago how his trip on the Titanic would change his life, he would have laughed at them. He had never imagined feeling so much love as he felt for the two people in his arms right now.

As baby Josephine fell asleep, both Jack and Rose knew that their future was bright, and that from now on nothing on earth…not even death…would separate them. They were forever a part of each other’s lives, now and forever.

The End.

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