"What if I do not want to be beaten?" Jackson asks as the two rush, neck and neck. "I enjoy being in the lead."

"I never like to be bossed around. I think you know that." She laughed as he pushed herself forward. "Stubborn as hell and sass for days, my two favorite things."

I pull back on the rein and shake my head. "Watch your lanugage!" I yelp. I walk backwards and raise my eyebrows. "That is not how a young lady acts."

"I'm not a lady. Come on you sound like my parents!" She said,

slowing her pace and turning back to him. "Don't tell me that my life has to change with us. I thought I was...okay for you."

"Oh, no. You are more than okay. But really. Watch it. I do not need to bail you out of grounding. By the way, I am starving. My place, Spaghiti and meatballs, possiby food posioning. Joking, kinda."

"Fair enough, I will be the picture perfect lady." She laughed. "But otherwise I'm starving. And that dinner sounds delicious. I'm hungry enough to just eat the berries in the woods."

"Then, let's go." Jackson says as he taps his heels and cantors towards home. The large white house appers on the horizen and he grooms his horse and heads inside.

She rode after him, giving her horse food and water in the stables before following him to the house.

"I never asked. Where are we supposed call home? Like when we're married, are we supposed to live here?"

Jackson shrugs. "Haven't thought about that yet. Somewhere without parents. Maybe shove the four of them in one house and we can keep the other." Jackson says. He mimes out the event with spoons while he fills the pot with water.

"They would technically get along." She laughed. "It would just be our decision on what house we would want to claim." She leaned against the counter and asked, "Can I help?"