It had only been a few months since Laurie become friends with the March sisters, yet he was fitting in quite well. Some would even consider him apart of the family.

A thick, white blanket of snow coated the ground. The trees, which once held beautiful bushes of bright orange leaves, now a collection of bare branches.

Yet, despite the cold, biting air, a warm feeling drifted through the atmosphere, creating a sense of excitement and belonging.

Christmas.

Laurie and his Grandpa arrived at the March’s house on Christmas Eve, and were, of course, welcome in with open arms.

Laurie’s Grandpa took Beth back to his house across the road to show her his grand piano. Meg was spending Christmas Eve at her fiancés house, but would be back to celebrate with the family tomorrow. Jo left to donate some food from their table to other poor families, as Amy helped their mother cooked some more food in the kitchen to give away.

Watching everyone bustle about their tasks busily, Laurie collapsed into the couch with a sigh, watching the glowing embers flicker in the fireplace.

Upon hearing light footsteps, Laurie turned his head, watching as the youngest March sister climbed onto the couch, settling beside him.

He raised an eyebrow, but leaned over and ruffled your hair playfully, a mischievous smirk tugging at his lips.

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