She took a shaky breath, resting her hand on his chest. She kissed him gently one more time before she said softly, "I should go."

"Meet you back here?" He asks. He gathes there messy lunch mess and puts it in pile.

"Yes, if I'm late it's because my mother is making sure my wedding dress is right." She said. "But I'll be here."

"Good luck then. You might just need it." Jackson says. He turns to go home, but looks back at the last sceond. He smiles, then walks home.

She got home, heading up to her room with a small smile. She ended up falling back asleep rather easily.

the next morning, she was kept home for a while as she was measured for her dress.

Jackson yawned. He crawled into bed and had no problem falling asleep. He wakes to his mother rummaging through his closet.

"How do you have no suits?"

"Mommmmmmm................... Let me sleep."

"Ouch!" She yelped in between the measurements. "Hold still!"

She rolled her eyes and put up with her mothers measures unt she was let out by her parents. She rolled her eyes, relieved to be outside. "That's finally over."

"Help!" Jackson yells. The Taylor his mother hired continues to poke him in the ribs. Why did she have to get a Taylor? 'Grrrrr' he grumbles.

" O-key, sir, you are free to go.' (read that in a very bad impression of a British accent). Jackson does not need to be told twice.

She ran back out to the fields, worriedly looking around for him. "Meet here, right?" She mumbled softly. "He'll come back."

Jackson raced through the fields. His feet and hands hitting the ground. He does not like people to know, but he is pretty good at this skill. He shifts to two legs as in gets in sight of the tree. He smiles as he slows to a walk.