[GL] Someone Once Told Me the Grass is Much er on the Other Side-Chapter 133: Freshmen Year Arc: Three

"AAAAHHHHHHH!" Lacy screamed to see her eldest child standing in front of the door. She wasn’t alone; she was with an Alpha. She snapped her head to this Alpha. "Who is this?"

"This is Jasona. We’re dating. Nothing serious though. She just came to drop me off and then she’ll pick me up when Christmas break is over," Aurora explained with her hand on Jasona’s chest.

Jasona stepped forward and held out her hand to the Omega and shook it, introducing herself to the matriarch. She bowed, kissed Aurora on the cheek and waved bye.

Aurora stepped into the house, shaking the snow off her coat, taking her boots off. She walked into the house, smelling the Christmas that was just around the corner.

Lacy hugged her daughter; already it was Christmas break and here Aurora was. "ADAMA, COME DOWN, YOUR SISTER IS HERE!"

Thump, thump, thump!

The almost fifteen year old came running down the stairs. Aurora’s eyes got wide. "Wow!" Aurora said. "You’re so taaallll!" Adama started laughing. "Oh my Gosh, your voice is so deep!" Still, Adama was laughing as they hugged one another.

The three of them went outside to build a snow man and just enjoy themselves before the Alphas got home.

The biting air stung Aurora’s cheeks as she sank her mittened hands into the drifts, packing wet snow between her palms. Her breath crystallized into fleeting clouds while she rolled the base, a lumpy sphere that grew heavier with each rotation across the frozen lawn.

Beside her, Adama scooped armfuls of powder, her gangly frame bent low as she sculpted the midsection with surprising precision, knuckles reddening against the cold.

Lacy watched from the porch steps, her smile visible in the crinkles around her eyes, fingers curled around a steaming mug that sent tendrils of spice-scented steam curling into the twilight.

The matriarch was getting older, her grey hairs showing, the wrinkles forming on her face like the corner of her eyes and mouth.

Aurora’s hands burrowed deeper into the snow, the chill seeping through her woolen mittens as she packed another dense layer onto the base. Her breath came in short, visible puffs, each exhale a fleeting ghost in the twilight air.

"Imma meet Jasona, right?" Adama asked, Aurora still getting used to her new Alpha look, the muscles even.

"Of course, I think you’ll like her. But what about you? Are you with anyone, having sex?" She smirked.

"No, I’m not dating or anything or having sex."

The words hung in the frigid air between them. Adama’s cheeks flushed a deeper red than the cold could account for, kicking a spray of snow that glittered under the porch light. Her gaze darted toward the house, avoiding Aurora’s knowing smirk.

Only the wet crunch under their boots and the distant scrape of Lacy’s mug on the porch railing punctuated the moment.

Aurora studied her sister, the sharpening jawline, the broader shoulders beneath the coat, the hesitant way Adama held herself now, signs of the Alpha shift blooming amidst lingering adolescent awkwardness.

Aurora looked at the candles while Aurora called her to the dinner table. She sat down next to her sire, Samantha, who was smiling wide at her, even pinched her cheek.

Salmona sat on the other, drinking her tea, also smiling. Both sires were happy to see their little girl even if she was all grown up now.

They watched Lacy place the plates down on the table with the help of Adama. Both sat down at the table, eating.

"Tell us about this Alpha," Salmona said, cutting into her steak.

Aurora laughed, tilting her head back. "She’s good but you know, she taught me what I want to do. Whether with or without her."

There was a silence.

"I...want to be like Mommy. I want to be a mom and wife with a pack and go bag, just in case," she said laughing.

Her sires sat back in their chairs and exchanged looks.

"I plan to get my BA and then do retail as a manager," she said.

"Nice!" Adama said supportive, her parents looked at one another, nodding their heads.

Later that evening, Adama took Aurora by the hand and led her to the attic, where she then led Aurora out to the roof top. Together they sat on two chairs just looking out to the neighborhood with all the Christmas lights on the houses and trees.

They both sat there in silence, with the wind blowing against their faces, bundled up in their jackets. Aurora tilted her head back, inhaling the crisp pine scent carried from distant woods.

Her gaze drifted upward where stars pierced the deepening indigo sky, cold, distant pinpricks against the vastness. From a distance, they could hear a house blairing Christmas music.

"Why did you bring me up here?" Aurora said.

Adama turned to face Aurora. "I figured you’d like it," the growing Alpha said. Aurora smiled; its true. She did enjoy being out here.

Aurora pulled her scarf tighter, her mittens damp from earlier, the cold now a familiar ache in her knuckles.

The air tasted crisp and clean, sharp with winter and the faint, sweet smoke of distant fireplaces.

Aurora tilted her face upward, letting the icy breeze skim her cheeks, each gust carrying whispers of snowflakes that danced like diamond dust in the moonlight.

"I hope the Beta or Omega I get with chooses to be a stay at home wife and mom," Adama finally let out.

"Is that what you want?"

"Yeah...I don’t want her to work; I want to provide for her and take care of the family," she explained.

The sisters lapsed back into silence, shoulders brushing lightly beneath thick parkas.

Aurora focused on the rhythm of her own breathing, the faint whistle of wind through eaves.

Thump, thump, thump!

Cars with high bases sped down the street. Snowflakes, delicate and fleeting, landed on Adama’s dark lashes before vanishing. Aurora watched her sister’s profile. A very handsome Alpha, she was.

Christmas morning dawned hushed and white, the world muffled under a fresh blanket of snow that softened edges and swallowed sound.

Aurora woke to the peculiar stillness, the kind where even the creak of the old house settling seemed respectful. Downstairs, the scent of cinnamon rolls baking mingled with the sharper tang of pine needles from the towering tree.

She padded silently across the cold wooden floorboards to her window, pressing her palm against the frosted glass.

The neighborhood shimmered, icicles daggering eaves, fairy lights draped like captured constellations over hedges, smoke curling lazily.

Breathless urgency propelled Aurora from her room, bare feet silent on the worn runner. She didn’t pause at the bannister’s familiar creak; the muffled clatter and low voices below were a magnet.

Down she plunged, hand skimming the smooth walnut rail, nightgown whispering against her calves, the sweet-sharp scent of cinnamon rolls intensifying with every step.

Her pulse thrummed against her ribs, a frantic counterpoint to the muffled scrape of a spatula on a baking sheet drifting from the kitchen.

"MERRY CHRISTMAS!!" Her parents yelled; the young adult laughed and hugged her parents as Adama grogily made her way down the stairs.

Aurora sank onto the worn rug before the tree, its twinkling lights reflecting in her wide eyes as she traced the intricate swirls of frost forming at the edges of the glass.

Her fingers trembled slightly against the cool wooden floorboards, not from cold, but from the coiled energy vibrating beneath her ribs. Christmas was always her favorite holiday.

Beneath its fragrant boughs, mountains of wrapped parcels spilled outwards: crisp geometric shapes in jewel-toned paper, soft lumps swathed in velvet ribbons, boxes promising secrets in their solid weight.

They spent the rest of the day simply being together. Enjoying and swapping presents and eating, along with playing in the snow. It was a good holiday break for Aurora, a good one indeed.

Aurora knelt amid a drift of crimson and gold foil, her fingers trembling as she peeled tape from a small, weighty box. The scent of pine resin mingled with the sweetness of icing still clinging to her lips from breakfast.

For the most part, both her and Adama mostly got clothes and money. Neither of them complained of course. The children also got their parents items such as getting Lacy a new set of pots and pans. Getting Salmona a motorcycle helmet due to now riding bikes and getting a snow board.

They all thanked one another and after the opening of presents, they sat in front of the fire, just singing and laughing.

"You excited for your second semester?" Samantha asked, taking a sip of her eggnog.

"Yeppers, I am and I’m excited to see Jasona so..."

"She’s picking you up though, no?" Lacy now asked her daughter.

"Yes," Aurora. "She’ll be here next week." The conversation continued on as such with laughter here and there. And once the evening came and the sun set, they all turned in for the day. It was just them. No other family. Just them.