Jack and Elsa had been driving for two hours and completely lost track of time.

"Alright, now this time, try not to let the truck jerk after you stop. You should slowly come to a smooth -"

"Oops," Elsa giggled as their inertia forced them both forward for the hundredth time.

"It's alright," Jack smiled, "Just relax and try again. Good; now start slowing down," Jack was saying as she drove. "Now pretend that tree is a stop sign and just trust your instincts about when to put pressure on the brake."

"Alright, I got this," Elsa proclaimed with determination.

"You're doing really well for your first day," Jack praised.

Just as he finished with his compliment, Jack felt the truck begin to stop as they neared the tree. Holding his breath, waiting to see if Elsa had done it again, he felt the car come to a complete, smooth stop without the tiniest jerk.

"I did it!" Elsa exclaimed. "Watch out, Jack, soon I'll be the one driving us around," she laughed, hugging him, letting her foot off the brake.

"Elsa! Brake!" Jack shouted, putting the car in park after she quickly moved from him and slammed her foot on the brakes.

"Whoops," Elsa laughed cautiously, looking up at Jack with a smile brighter than he'd ever seen her wear before.

Jack put his hand on her shoulder and noticed he was grinning just as brightly back at her. She is so beautiful, was all he could think as he stared at her wishing more days could be spent like this.

As he leaned forward, determined to kiss her, he jumped backwards, hearing his phone ring.

"Hello?" he quickly asked into the phone, answering it. He could have sworn he saw her leaning in, ready to kiss him back before they were interrupted.

"Jack? Honey? When are you coming home?" It was his mother.

"Oh… hey mom," Jack responded. "I, uh, I don't know, I'm kind of with someone right now."

"Well can you and your friend come home for a little bit and watch Jamie and Sophie? I need to run a few errands and buy groceries for dinner."

"Uh, yeah, sure, I'll come home soon."

"Thank you, dear," she said before hanging up.

"I… uh…. do you want to meet my brother and sister?" Jack asked.

"What?" Elsa asked, not understanding what he had just said.

"My mom needs a babysitter, and she… oh wait, you probably have to watch over Anna," Jack answered himself.

"You want me to babysit your little brother and sister?" Elsa asked, confused.

"No," Jack laughed, "I have to go home and watch them, and I… I was wondering if you wanted to come too, you know, so that this doesn't have to be cut off just like that." Jack said with his hand in his hair. He was nervous.

"Oh," Elsa said, realizing what was happening. "Um, Anna should be fine. She's going with her friends to the football game and - oh my god," Elsa muttered.

"What?" Jack asked.

"The football game! There's a game tonight, and I completely forgot!" Elsa frantically picked up her purse and unbuckled her seatbelt.

"Elsa," Jack put his hand on hers, "Don't let him control you."

Elsa looked at Jack with a guilt in her eyes that he hated seeing.

"I… -"

"Just come with me. I'm not taking you to that game so you can be there by yourself, and I can't be there to stay with you," Jack reasoned. "You've put yourself through enough. Please, just keep having fun like you've been doing."

"You are good at helping me let go and have fun," Elsa said, trying to smile at him.

Hearing Elsa say that made Jack feel a sense of hope that he needed to feel. He remembered Jamie and Sophie and when they learned about the divorce; he had done his best to use fun to help them through it, and it became his go-to method for everyone he tried to help. He didn't know why he didn't think to use it for Elsa from the beginning.

"Alright," Jack smiled, "Let's go home."

"Jack? Is that you?" Jack's mother called as he and Elsa walked in.

"Yeah, it's me, mom."

"Where have you been? I called you forty-five minutes ago! This town doesn't take forty-five minutes to drive through twice! If dinner is late tonight, it's on you bud- oh! Who's this?" she asked, her tone changing as the two of them walked into the kitchen.

"Mom, this is Elsa," Jack introduced.

"Hi! It's nice to meet you," Jack's mother smiled, hugging her. "Now, I'd love to get to know you better, but I really need to run. I'd love if you stayed for dinner though! Jack is so secretive, I need to find out all about -"

"Aren't you in a hurry, mom?" Jack asked, cutting her off.

"Oh, right," she grinned. "If I come home, and she isn't here, I'll be very disappointed," she called as she hurried out the door.

"Sorry about her," Jack laughed.

"She's so sweet," Elsa smiled. "Now I know where you get it… and your pushiness," she laughed.

"I am not that pushy!" Jack protested.

"Oh yeah he is," Jamie cut in, walking over with a stuffed animal in his hands.

"You must be Jamie!" Elsa beamed. " And who's this?"

"That's Jamie's bunny. He won't part from it while we're at home," Jack explained.

When Jack's mother returned home, she found Jack and Sophie asleep on the couch and heard Jamie telling one of his stories about how he met Santa Clause. Opening the door to Jamie's bedroom, she found Elsa and Jamie making shadow puppets by his night-light, laughing and talking.

"Mom!" Jamie exclaimed after he noticed her standing in the doorway.

"Hi sweety," his mother smiled," I'm going to get started on dinner, don't let me bother you two."

"Oh let me help you," Elsa offered, standing up.

"Oh darling," his mother started, thinking she knew she had to decline but then realizing that she could get to know Elsa without Jack interrupting their every conversation if they cooked together, she changed her mind, saying, "Actually, help would be lovely. It's already past the kids' usual dinner time."

As Jack's mother and Elsa walked to the kitchen, Elsa nervously fiddled with her hair. She had only ever met Gaston's mother, and she never had to be alone with her. But Elsa loved the idea of getting to know Jack's mother.

As they prepared dinner together, Jack's mother asked Elsa how school was going and made small conversations to try and break the ice. Within minutes, she knew more about Elsa than Jack did during his first week with her.

"No," Elsa stared in disbelief. "Jack used to what?"

"It's true!" his mother laughed, "Once, I left him out in the front yard to wait while I went inside to grab my purse, and when I came out Jack was squatting over the sidewalk, squishing these little red ants with his finger, and when I asked him, 'Jacky, what are you doing?' he explained -"

"There were only three black ants and over twenty red ones," Jack cut her off, entering the kitchen. "It wasn't fair, even if they are bigger," he explained.

"Morning sleepyhead," Elsa smiled.

"Hey, you didn't have rehearsal for six hours this morning," Jack defended.

"Alright, dinner is ready. I'll go get your brother and sister. Can you two set the table?" Jack's mother asked, leaving.

"Sure," the two of them said simultaneously.

As Jack and Elsa set the table, they both nervously walked around each other and did their best not to reach for the same things, trying to avoid a moment where their hands would touch. They were both nervous, and they were both finally certain of their feelings for each other and equally as uncertain about the other's feelings for them.