"YN!"
You giggled as Jackson and Pippa basically tripped over themselves to get to you. Pippa was dressed in her little church dress that your mother had sewn for her as a birthday present to match your's. Jackson was looking sharp in his church suit, even if he was dragging his silly staff along with him.
Winter had gone by so quick; you couldn't believe it was already Spring. Within those few months, you and Jackson had a couple more of those "intimate" moments. You even shared a couple more kisses. People around town were starting to notice, too.
"Hey beautiful," Jackson kissed your cheek, taking your hand.
"Eww!" Pippa whinned. "He kissed you."
Both of you chuckled. Pippa was only 9 and wasn't old enough to understand love yet. You and Jackson, on the other hand, were 17. He had just turned 17 yesterday. You let go of Jackson's hand and knelt down to Pippa, putting your hands on her shoulders.
"It's Easter Sunday, Pippa!" you giggled excitedly. "Am I allowed to go Easter Egg Hunting with you?"
"Hold up!" Jackson spoke up, holding up his free hand in defense. "No one is going Easter Egg Hunting without me." He flashed his infamous, insanely white smile. "We could even go Easter Bunny Hunting!"
You shook your head. Jackson still honestly believed in fairytales like the Easter Bunny and Santa Clause. You, however, lost that belief around 13. But Jackson's continuous belief sent a sort of innocent aura around him, making him seem like he was still that 8-year-old that she used to sit up with all night, trying to spot Santa Clause on Christmas Eve, but falling asleep after only a couple of hours.
"Yes!" Pippa squealed with excitement. "I wanna meet the Easter Bunny!"
You smiled and patted her shoulders before standing straight and taking Jackson's hand again. You sat with them in church, which took forever to get over with. After the local egg hunt (you three found the most eggs) you went searching for the Easter Bunny. You were shocked enough to find huge bunny pawprints all over the woods. Jack spent the next couple of hours scolding you about losing belief. You just rolled your eyes, and smiled as if you were actually listening.
Your group finally made it to Jackson's house for the Easter Dinner that had been planned. All Pippa could talk about was how excited she was for Jackson to teach her how to ice-skate this winter. She even invited you along but you told her ice-skating was more of a sibling thing than a group thing. You looked at Jackson and he winked at you. Next week was Pippa's birthday, and you two had saved up enough money to buy her brand new ice skates.
After the dinner was done, Jackson ran off to the field to tend to the sheep. You stayed with Pippa and played dolls with her. Jackson burst through the door not too long afterwards, panting but with a huge smile on his face.
"I saw him!" He grabbed Pippa's shoulders. "The Easter Bunny's real, Pippa!" He stood up tall, raising his hand in the air. "And he has to be at least 6 feet tall!" You smiled, giggling to yourself. "And he's got these boomerang things and egg bombs!"
"He's sure got an imagination," you heard his father whisper to the other adults.