Jack hadn’t eaten all day. His stomach was craving for something and yet at the same time it wasn’t. He didn’t know what was wrong. He wanted to call his parents. He wanted to ask his father what it felt like when he realized they would have a child.
Oh God. That was another thing Katelynn didn’t know.
That Jack had once had a baby sister. But she’d been born sick. She hadn’t lived a week, and oh god the memories suddenly rush back at him and he wishes they wouldn’t. Not now. Not here. His hand tightens against Katelynn’s.
“W-what are you i-in the m-mood for?”
Her mind came rushing back to the present, her emotions going on a standstill at his hand tightening around hers. She looks up over at him, seeing the emotions swimming in his eyes. She would have to ask about that later, filing it away in her memory for when they reached their destination.
“What about..Denny’s?” That seemed a fitting place to go to at the moment. They could find a solitary booth away from prying eyes. The seats were always high and Katelynn definitely hid there well with her height.
“Denny’s? I.. I’ve never been.” he admits lamely, but smiles. For her. “First time f-for everything, huh?” Jack asks with a smile as they begin to walk down the street, his head still stuck in the past despite his best efforts.
She’d been so adorable. Dark skinned like his mother, with brown eyes. But there’d been problems with the pregnancy; Bonnie had gotten sick, and the baby hadn’t helped. She had been born too early, too small, too sick, and even with all the money that his father had paid, thrown at the doctors, the little girl passed away only after being alive for four days.
Jack’s only sibling had been cremated, her ashes scattered out in the field besides their house so she would always ‘be on the wind’.
He did his best but his bottom lip shook. He hadn’t been to the field in years. Why hadn’t he? Jack looks at Katelynn, smiling faintly. “Do they serve p-pancakes?” he asks.
Jack Maple 