DarkWarrioress
~ An Amethyst Mist ~
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Still stunned by his kiss and her response, Sara picked up her spoon and dipped into the steaming bowl of chicken and dumplings in front of her. She had always wondered what being kissed by Jack would feel like and even though he went by a different name now and they weren’t back in their own time, this was still real. It felt real.
Jackson’s words flowed over her and they also made her smile. She would like nothing better. Even if they never went back to their own time, they were together and would continue that way.
“This is really good, Jackson.”
Sara dipped her spoon into her bowl again and savored the taste of food he had made for them. Even Taff seemed to approve. Maybe he didn’t understand what had just happened but from under the table, his tail wagged enthusiastically before his head bent back to his bowl and he licked up the remnants of his meal.
Life here in the wild west, on the Oregon Trail, was never a sure thing. She had learned never to take anything for granted and life was to be lived in the moment and right now, she was grateful for Jackson and Taff.
Once their meal was over, Sara gathered the dishes and filled the tub with water so she could wash them. She had chased Jackson away saying that he had made supper, so she would do the dishes. If he wanted to be helpful, he could go out and feed the animals their last meal for the night. Taff chose to go with him, which made Sara laugh. Taff had been close to her side since she and Jackson had come back to her cabin. Elbow deep in wash water, Sara looked out the window as she washed. Winter still had its hold on them, but there were signs of Spring. It had been a cold, brutal winter but she had made it through another one. This time, she had found Jackson. There would be so much to do as Spring settled in and Jackson would be right beside her, helping her. That brought something else to mind. She needed to ask Jackson if he still intended to buy the land across from her property line. They could use it, she was sure, but did he still intend to build a house over there as well? There would be questions and decisions to make tonight, she knew.
Jackson’s words flowed over her and they also made her smile. She would like nothing better. Even if they never went back to their own time, they were together and would continue that way.
“This is really good, Jackson.”
Sara dipped her spoon into her bowl again and savored the taste of food he had made for them. Even Taff seemed to approve. Maybe he didn’t understand what had just happened but from under the table, his tail wagged enthusiastically before his head bent back to his bowl and he licked up the remnants of his meal.
Life here in the wild west, on the Oregon Trail, was never a sure thing. She had learned never to take anything for granted and life was to be lived in the moment and right now, she was grateful for Jackson and Taff.
Once their meal was over, Sara gathered the dishes and filled the tub with water so she could wash them. She had chased Jackson away saying that he had made supper, so she would do the dishes. If he wanted to be helpful, he could go out and feed the animals their last meal for the night. Taff chose to go with him, which made Sara laugh. Taff had been close to her side since she and Jackson had come back to her cabin. Elbow deep in wash water, Sara looked out the window as she washed. Winter still had its hold on them, but there were signs of Spring. It had been a cold, brutal winter but she had made it through another one. This time, she had found Jackson. There would be so much to do as Spring settled in and Jackson would be right beside her, helping her. That brought something else to mind. She needed to ask Jackson if he still intended to buy the land across from her property line. They could use it, she was sure, but did he still intend to build a house over there as well? There would be questions and decisions to make tonight, she knew.