November 8, 1927

Rose lay on her back sweat pouring down the sides of her face. Brandon cradled her head gingerly in his lap. Molly was on one side of her holding her hand, Eliza on the other. "C'mon Rose darling one more good push," Molly said.

'There is so much pain,' Rose thought.

"Rose stay with us," she heard Brandon plead.

Rose slowly closed her eyes, willing her body to give her release from the pain when she heard a familiar voice. "Don't give up! Not yet!" She felt a cool, soft hand brush her face. She would know that gentle touch without even having to look. When she opened her eyes the room was filled with white light. There was only Rose and Jack. Brandon, Molly, Eliza, and even the doctor had disappeared.

"You're not dying, Rose," Jack whispered.

"But it hurts so bad, Jack," Rose answered him.

"The water was so cold that night too," Jack replied smiling.

Despite the pain, Rose smiled up at Jack. He had not changed in fifteen years, same Jack with the same sense of humor. His crystal blue eyes were filled with love and overwhelming pride held her own with the same intense stare as the night he drew her picture. "You're going to have a beautiful little boy, Rose. You're going to have lots of babies. You can't quit because of a little pain," Jack said, his delicate artist fingers caressing her face.

"Would you like to trade places, Mr. Dawson?" Rose said through clenched teeth, bearing down to push one final time.

"Ummm No! If I recall, you got to float on the board the last time, it is my turn to be in the better position," Jack said laughing, his blue eyes twinkling in delight.

"Jack Dawson, you are not funny," Rose said as she pushed as hard as she could. "I love you, Rose," Jack whispered, leaning down to brush her lips with his own.

"Jack, WAIT!" Rose screamed; it was too late he had vanished as fast as he had appeared.

She was back in her own bedroom with Brandon, Eliza, Molly, and her physician. "Look Darling, you have a beautiful son," Molly said, handing the tiny child to Rose.

"Oh my God, Brandon, look what we made," Rose whispered as she cradled her tiny son in her arms.

"Well, what are you going to name him?" Molly asked.

"If Brandon doesn't mind, I would like to name him Andrew Jason Calvert," Rose said, her eyes meeting Molly's. Molly didn't miss the significance of the name "Andrew".

"Of course, Rose, I think that name fits our son perfectly," Brandon said, his voice bursting with love for his wife.

Quietly in the corner of the room the four men stood. "She had a boy!" Jack barely whispered to Thomas Andews, Fabrizio, and Tommy. "My Rose had a boy," Jack repeated again quietly as if the others didn't hear him the first time.

"Yes, Jack, she did. A beautiful boy, thanks to you guiding her through the pain," Tommy said, putting his arm around his friend.

"I am sorry she named him after me and not you, Jack," Thomas said, sensing Jack's disappointment in Rose's choice of names.

Jack looked at him the older man kindly and replied. "For her reasons alone she couldn't name him Jack. Besides, she already took my name. Remember Rose Dawson Calvert. By naming her son Andrew, Rose found a way to tell you how much she loved and admired you." The four men continued to look at the happy couple holding their newborn son.

Molly felt a presence and glanced in the corner of the room where the four men stood, 'Well, I will be goddamned,' she thought. 'I should have known they would be here to see Rose have her first child'.

Slowly the four men turned and walked back to the "Ship of Dreams" that had become their eternal home.