(Micah)
As we walked back towards the pack house, the tension from earlier had finally started to lift. Arlo nudged me with his shoulder, and I shoved him back playfully.
“Remember that time you tried to climb the roof to ‘prove a point’ to Landon and ended up getting stuck up there for hours?” Arlo teased, a smirk on his face.
I rolled my eyes, but a laugh escaped me.
“I was not stuck. I couldn't shift so that I could jump because I'm pregnant and I was strategically waiting for someone to get a ladder.” I tried to lamely argue back.
“Strategically waiting, huh?” Arlo snorted.
“More like clinging for dear life and yelling for help.” I laughed harder, shaking my head.
“Okay, fine, maybe I miscalculated how slippery the shingles were, but I didn’t fall, did I?” I replied.
“Only
