“…?” he watches her leave before rollilng onto his stomach so he can talk to his mother.
He doesn’t approach the outside until ten minutes later, and he stands in the door way. “Katelynn, where are you?”
She had been ducking behind her fort, still making more snowballs when she heard his voice, peeking over the top and grinning at him, holding a snowball in her hand. “Over here,” she sang out, getting ready to throw it.
Jack stood in the door way and stared at her blankly for a moment, before pointing back inside. “Um. Aren’t we m-meant to be discussing wedding plans…?”
Jack Maple 