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Chapter Seventeen

ROSE:

(A/N: Dreams/Flashbacks are in italics!)

"Rose," the voice that was speaking was so very familiar, but I couldn't place my finger on who it was until he was standing directly in front of me, his cornstarch colored hair falling into his pale blue eyes. "Hello, Rose."

For a moment, I was speechless. It had been so long since I'd seen him, his suntanned skin, his blonde hair, and beautiful blue eyes that I could get lost in. My heart gave a mighty leap, my stomach twisting into tight knots. "Hello Jack." I answered, my voice coming out all crackly and dry.

"How's that little girl of ours? I haven't had much of a chance to peek in." He laughed ever so slightly.

"She's good.." I answered, slightly confused. "I thought you said goodbye, Jack." I smiled and moved closer to him, for the first time noticing where we were. The deck of Titanic was just as I remembered it.

"I did, but you know me, Rose. I couldn't stay away forever. I just had to make sure you were taking care of yourself." He smiled and wrapped his arms around me in a friendly hug. I smiled and inhaled his scent, the same one he had the last time I was in his arms.

"Jack, this is where me met." I smiled up at him, the same way I had done that fateful day in April.

"I know, Rose." He smiled sadly. "You do remember that promise that you made me, right, Rose?"

"Of course I remember, Jack. How could I ever possibly forget?"

"Just remember that promise, Rose. And never let go, no matter how hopeless everything may seem. I must go now, Rose. I never told you on Titanic, just in case, but I love you, Rose." He smiled sadly again and just like he had appeared, he was gone.

"Rose, honey." Matthew's voice awoke me from my dream, and pulled me harshly back to reality. "Wake up; I have your soup."

"Thank you, dear." I said sitting up ever so slightly, propping myself up on my pillow. Matthew set the tray in my lap and sat down next to me.

"Let me know if this helps, alright, Rose?" he asked softly.

"Of course, dear. How's Jacqueline?"

"She just woke up. Your mother is with her now; don't worry about her." He smiled faintly. "Worry about getting better. Do you hear me? You're going to get better; that's the only thing you need to care about right now."

"I'll be fine, Matthew. I promise it's nothing drastic. Probably just a stomach bug that's going around. Don't worry about me; take care of that little girl of ours." I smiled and nodded, taking a small spoonful of soup into my mouth, letting the warm liquid spread across my tongue and slide down my throat. "This is delicious."

"Thanks. It's my mom's not so secret recipe." He answered smiling. "I'm going to go check on Jacqueline and Ruth."

"Thank you."

"You're very welcome, my darling." He stepped out of the room, and I continued to eat my soup, praying that I would be able to keep it down.

It was a few days later that Matthew finally forced me to see the doctor. "What seems to be the problem?" He asked as he stepped into the room. Matthew clutched my hand tightly and looked at me reassuringly.

"She's been very sick lately, and we have no idea what's wrong." I shrugged my shoulders when the doctor raised his eyebrows at me.

"Will you describe what you've been feeling, Miss Calvert?"

"Well I've been sick a lot in the mornings, and kind of fatigued and weary during the day. I get exhausted much more easily, and even some daily activities, like taking care of my daughter, or even cleaning up my home."

"Mr. Calvert, I'd like to speak to your wife alone, please. I assure you it's nothing bad, I'm just going to run a few routine tests." Matthew looked nervous at hearing this. I squeezed his hand and nodded, motioning for him to go ahead and leave the room. As he stepped out, my own nervousness began to show.

"You told my husband that it was nothing bad, right? What's going on?" My palms began to sweat and my nerves were jittering through my body.

"Mrs. Calvert, what you've described to me sounds an awful lot like morning sickness and the earliest stages of pregnancy. I would like to run a few tests, just to be sure, but if I'm correct, you can be expecting a new addition to your family."

My stomach did flips at the news. "Run whatever tests you have to, Doctor. I need to be one hundred percent sure."

The tests took, at most, an hour. "Congratulations, Mrs. Calvert. You're pregnant." I instantly felt sick to my stomach once again.

"Thank you, Doctor," I smiled and stood up, ready to shake his hand.

"You're very welcome, Mrs. Calvert. Congratulations, again." I stepped out into the waiting area where Matthew was waiting for me. Concern flooded his face when he saw me step into the room.

"Is everything alright, Rose?"

"No." I said pausing. "Everything is perfect. I'll tell you later tonight."

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