My Story: R.M.S Titanic [Completed]

45: Childhood

The next morning, Scott and I ate on our private promenade and yet we were quiet due to the fact that we were still exhausted from the party in third class. All through breakfast, one of us would start laughing then quickly correct it.

"Captain Smith and Thomas said that they will be giving us a private tour tomorrow," Scott said. I looked at him and nodded.

"That sounds pleasant," I said as I drank some champagne. He put his elbows on the table and watched me. "Do I have something on my face?" I asked.

"Yes. Beauty," he said. I blushed and looked at the table until Emma walked up.

"Mr Sire, Miss Morgan, may I take a moment of your time since you are both here?" Emma asked. Scott and I looked at her as she looked at the ground.

"Yes Emma?" Scott asked. She took a deep breath.

"As Miss Morgan knows, Robert and I are in fact married and I did the sum in my head. I am pregnant," Emma stated. I stood up and hugged her.

"Congradulations," I told her and she had a dumbfounded look on her face.

"My job-" she started.

"Will always be yours," Scott said. She bit her lip and tears welled up in her eyes.

"And your child can stay in our house. We want children running around all the time," I told her and she let a few tears as I sat back down.

"Thank you so much," she choked out, "Excuse me." She ran back into the suite and I smiled at Scott. He smiled back and I drank more champagne.

"The day that you say that you are pregnant is the day that I will pray to God to keep you both safe for as long as He possibly can," he told me and I bit my lip.

"The day that I know that I am pregnant is the day that I will pray with you for a happy and healthy child," I told him and he smiled at me.

***

That afternoon, we sat on the deck chairs, just relaxing. I watched a young boy and his father sitting on the deck, regardless of the fact that the wife told them not to. They were playing with jacks and I just couldn't look away. They were laughing and having fun.

"I was thinking that we would just order the steward to bring something to our room for dinner tonight," Scott said. I nodded.

"Perhaps I can draw you this evening," I said and he looked over at me.

"That would be a pleasure," he said then looked to where I was looking. "Why are you watching them, darling?" he asked.

"Just... It is adorable that the father doesn't mind getting on the ground to play with his son," I said as I looked over to Scott. He smiled.

"I will love to play jacks with our children... if their mother allows them to play on the ground," he told me with the smallest of smirks on his face.

"Now that would be something to consider now, wouldn't it?" I asked, smiling. He laughed as I readjusted the blanket on my legs.

"Mae, you are going to be a wonderful mother," he told me and I looked over at him.

"And you a wonderful father," I stated. He smiled and I got comfortable in the chair again. Or tried until I gave up and stood up.

"Where you going?" he asked.

"To look at my doll," I said as I headed for the suite. He ran up next to me and took my arm. When we got to the suite, I went to my mother's trunk and opened it. I shifted through my belongings but I couldn't find my doll. "It's gone," I stated. Scott closed his eyes.

"It has blonde hair and pale skin? It's wearing a pink jacket?" he asked. I looked at him.

"How do you know that?" I asked. He looked at me with sad eyes.

"Your father took it," he said. I took off and I could hear Scott behind me. I went to the telegraphist's office and found Mr Phillips.

"I would like to send a telegram to Southampton," I stated. Mr Phillips handed me a paper and pen.

"Write your message," he said. I nodded and sat down.

To: Mr William Morgan or Miss Sarah Jones From Miss Mae Morgan

Does Father have my doll? I want it back when you come to America. I forgive him.

I handed Mr Phillips the paper and pen and he turned to send my message. Scott handed the other telegraphist the money and took my arm. He used his other hand to wipe my tears from my face.

"There is actually a telegram for you, Miss Morgan. You are our most popular passenger," Mr Phillips said after he sent the telegram. I took the telegram.

To: Miss Mae Morgan From: Mr William Morgan

Have Rosemary. Took it after fight. Give back in America.

I gasped and held my chest. Scott took the telegram and hugged me.

"See? Everything is okay," he whispered, "Right?"

"Rosemary is my doll so yes," I muttered. He took my arm and pulled me out of the office to hug me.

"Nothing to worry about. Your father and Sarah will meet us in America and give you Rosemary," he said. I smiled and he wiped my eyes.

"Thank you," I said and he just smiled.