A/N: This is the end of Without You. *tear* But I'm still working on Our Kind Of Love and will continue to do so until I find an epic way to end it. Which won't be for a long time. :) Thank you everyone for the reviews and make sure add me to author alert, as I have a bunch of short stories roaming around in my head that will be coming to a computer screen near you!

Rose laughed, her curls blowing wildly in the breeze. She cast a quick glance behind her and saw she had truly left Jack to eat her dust. She leaned forward on her horse, urging him to go faster. My horse, she thought to herself, amazed.

Jack and Rose had been in Santa Monica for a year now. They both had jobs, and loved every moment of life. Jack, wanting to support Rose on a decent wage, even though they had plenty of cash in the bank, got a job at the docks. It was pretty much the same as his job in Chicago. But unlike Chicago, he didn't work from sunrise to sunset. Instead, he worked a normal nine to five shift. He also had the luxury of enjoying his lunch break with Rose every afternoon. Jack still sold sketches. Rose asked him why he didn't make a full time job out of it. Jack simply told her he drew for himself, selling the drawings were merely a bonus.

Rose on the other hand stumbled into her job quite by accident. She had been at the park one afternoon when she noticed a little boy, age seven, sitting by a tree and crying. Worried for the child, and touched by his tears, she approached him. He was lost. He had been playing with his older cousin, who decided to play a mean trick and ditch the boy to go play with his friends. After calming the boy down, who had been sitting by the tree for three hours, Rose bought him something to eat. Finally, Rose asked him if he knew were he lived. The boy, whose name was Adam, didn't know his address. Through trial and error, Rose led him down the streets of Santa Monica. Adam was familiar with his surroundings and eventually Rose was able to help him find his way home. Adam took to Rose like a bee to a flower, and Rose felt the same way. His father was a single man who worked long hours to support not only Adam, but Adam's younger siblings. Daniel, Adam's father offered Rose a job as a nanny. He couldn't pay her much, but Rose didn't mind. They switched weeks; one week Rose would stay at Daniel's home until he returned from work, and the next week, Daniel would drop the children off and pick them up.

But today was Sunday. Jack and Rose's favorite day of the week. Every Sunday since the time they arrived here, they went horseback riding in the surf. The beaches were mostly empty, as most families attended church and still followed the custom of not doing anything but sit around and stare at each other all day. Rose always chose the same horse from the nearby stables. At first she was nervous getting on the horse. Jack instructed her to not let the animal sense her fear. She didn't and within ten minutes, she was galloping Cactus through the small waves. Rose and horse fell in love with each other. Rose started getting here earlier and would brush him before assembling his tack. She feed him carrots, apples, or whatever else she could think of and he'd nuzzle her. Seeing this love, Jack talked to the stable owner and bought Cactus. He was her horse now.

"Jesus Rose! When did you learn to ride like that?" Jack had finally caught up with her. The horse he was on just wouldn't hold still, and kept pulling his head. Jack knew the horse was urging to reach the beach grass a few feet away.

"I have no idea. You're the one who told me I was a natural." Rose led Cactus to the beach grass, Jack following. She threw her leg behind her and slid off the saddle.

"You are. Maybe too natural." Jack jumped down and grabbed her around her waist. He kissed her hard and deeply. "It frightens me a little," he joked. Together they sat in the sand while the horses grazed. "Are you happy here Rose?"

She looked at him, eyebrow cocked. "Of course I am Jack! I have a job that I love, a beautiful horse. I can see the beach from my window, it's sunny every damn day. And there's something else, but I can't seem to remember it at the moment," she teased.

"Silly girl." He stretched out and laid his head in her lap and gazed up at her. "Could it be your husband perhaps?"

Rose shrugged her shoulders. "Must be," she said nonchalantly. Jack laughed. They sat there for awhile in silence, soaking up the sun. Rose had long ago stopped wearing hats. Her delicate skin handled the sun very well. She was no longer pale, but had a slight tan. The sun had brought out a few freckles on her face, which Jack found adorable. Jack himself had a very deep tan. Although it never got very hot, there were days in the summer where he'd work without a shirt on.

Santa Monica had become their own heaven.

...

Rose couldn't believe her ears. She had been suspecting, as she not only missed her menstrual cycle, but had also been nauseous and tired for the past few weeks.

"Are you sure?" The doctor chuckled warmly.

"Quite. You're with child Mrs. Dawson. From my estimate, between six to eight weeks along." Rose had tears in her eyes, thinking of Jack's excitement.

Excited didn't even come close to describing it when she told him. Jack whooped and hollered before embracing her to him. "We're having a baby," he whispered into her ear. "I love you."

Rose soon discovered how much she loved being pregnant. Once the exhaustion and morning sickness phase passed, she felt energetic and very pleased with herself. She and Jack had taken precautions, as they were not quite ready to have children. Then one day, out the blue they ended up discussing the topic. They both knew getting pregnant was simple to do, but not an exact science. Somehow within the first month of trying, Rose got pregnant. She suspected Jack was pleased with himself as well.

Rose worked up until two weeks from her due date. Daniel had contacted his niece in Arizona and she agreed to cover for Rose until she was ready to return to work. Daniel's niece Sandra and Rose became fast friends much to their mutual surprise. Sandra would bring the children by for an hour or so each day, as Rose discovered how much she missed them. It was very fortunate, because as Sandra was preparing the children to leave one afternoon, Rose's water broke. She sent Adam, the oldest and Rose's favorite (although she'd never admit that to anyone) to get Jack and the younger two, Anne and Paul, to get the doctor.

Rose's doctor was very open minded, and allowed Jack to remain in the room throughout labor and delivery. Rose was positive she was going to have to insist on the idea, but the doctor simply said, "Not a problem," when she asked the first time.

Rose screamed and squeezed Jack's hand with all her might as she shoved the baby out. A tiny cry filled the room, and tears formed in Jack's and Rose's eyes. It was a little baby girl. Her head was very bald, not a single hair could be found. She had Rose's face, but Jack's haunting blue eyes.

No names had been picked out yet, but that didn't matter. Rose cuddled her newborn child and kissed her forehead. The pain had been forgotten as she handed their daughter to Jack. As she was admiring her husband holding their baby, another contraction suddenly hit her and she groaned. Jack looked at her with great concern.

"Rose, honey? What's the matter?" Rose breathed her way through the pain as the doctor pulled out this stethoscope and placed it to Rose's belly.

"Well, I'll be damned," the doctor exclaimed. He looked to Rose and Jack. "There's another heartbeat."

"What?" Jack and Rose said the word in unison.

"You're having twins. I can't believe this. The entire pregnancy, I only picked up one heartbeat, but there's definitely another baby in there."

Though in shock, Jack walked over to the crib in the corner of the room, and placed the infant in there. He knew his children were going to be great, as his daughter was sleeping already. He quickly returned to Rose's side, as she prepared to push out their second child.

Though the labor had been hard, the second delivery went much quicker. Rose was exhausted, but found the strength to push her daughter's twin sibling out. It was a boy. Jack leaned over and kissed her forward. "We have one of each now. We don't need anymore," Rose joked.

Their son looked just the same as their daughter. Rose had been hoping for a baby with a head full of hair, but there was something about the chubby little bald headed babies that made her heart soar.

...

"Mom! Fabri pulled my hair!" Rose rolled her eyes. Her children were five now, and as fiery as a nest of mad hornets.

"Fabrizio Tommy Dawson! What have I told you about pulling your sister's hair?" Rose hated the discipline part of parenting. However, after becoming her mother, she had found a new respect for her own mother.

Her son looked down at the floor. "Not to do it," he said sullenly. Jack walked into the door and Maggie ran into his arms.

"Daddy's home!" He scooped her up and swung her around. Rose smiled. Maggie was a complete and total daddy's girl. Her hair was blond when it grew in, but was now taking on a reddish tint. Fabri's hair had come in Jack's shade of blond and still remained that way.

"How's my favorite girls?" Jack dropped a kiss on Maggie's cheek before putting her back down. He wrapped his arms around Rose and gave her a kiss. They laughed when they heard both children go "Ewwww."

"I missed you honey," Jack told her. He turned to his son and daughter. "Hey, Andy and Laura down the street wanted to know if you can go over there and play with them. Their dad just built them a neat tree house." Rose smiled, knowing she'd have some long overdue alone time with Jack.

Before they knew it, Fabri and Maggie had run off to play with the neighbors and Jack turned to Rose. "We need to discuss something important," she told him. "Those two went almost three weeks before we settled on names for them."

Jack laughed and rubbed Rose's swollen stomach. She was seven months along now. They were quite sure this time there was only one baby in there, as she was much smaller than last time. After much discussion of baby names, the had settled on naming their son after two dear friends they had lost, Fabrizio and Tommy. They were still stumped on naming their daughter until Molly had come to visit. Jack handed her the baby and simply said her name was Margaret, but Maggie for short so they wouldn't confuse the two. When Molly asked what Maggie's middle name was, Rose casually threw out her mother's name. Just like that, her daughter's name was Margaret Ruth Dawson.

Instead of responding, he wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her. "We have time for that honey. Maybe we'll let Fabri and Maggie pick out a name. I have other plans for us while their gone."

Rose's heartbeat quickened and she let out a giggle as Jack led her to their room.