Transmigrated To A Beastworld As The Lazy Wife Of The Fox Lord

Sienna sighed. "Mother....."

Mrs. Miller jabbed a finger at the tomatoes dropping from vines that had creeped around the gate. "What I want is for us to harvest theses tomatoes before they rot! Look at them, Sienna. They are huge, bigger than....a ball, perhaps. Do you know how many meals we can cook with just a single one of these? We have important things to do here, your daughter is starving and restless and you are out there playing gladiator!"

Sienna nearly groaned. For a moment, it had seemed as though her mother had dropped the issue, only to pick it up again. She put Ali down, and glanced at the tomatoes, their skins taut and shiny, They looked ready to burst. Ala tugged at her sleeve. "Mama, can I eat one? Great grandpa Corven wouldn’t let me take a bite."

Sienna softened at her daughter’s earnest eyes and wronged aura. "Yes, sweetheart. Pick one and eat while mama changes into more farming appropriate clothes."

As she walked away, she heard her mother mumble, "If they are good enough to be worn in a fight, they can handle some farm work."

She blew air out of her lips, making them shake. In her mind, she made a sound for an explosion, because that was how her mother made her feel sometimes: like exploding!

When she made it out of the house again, a minute later, aunt Linera was waiting for her on the porch, leaning against the wall, with a knife in her hand that she was twirling around. "Covered the hickies I see." She said, amused. "But the smell of fox cannot be washed off."

Sienna blushed. "I have no idea what you mean."

Linera laughed. "Apart from your mother, who is as human as you are, the rest of us can smell it. Fox and hormones, reeking like rot in the air. I thought you were getting a divorce."

Out from the kitchen walked Mija, with a stack of fried eggs. "What?" She screamed, before hissing. "You are getting a divorce!"

Sienna pointed to the stack of fried eggs. "Are those my eggs?" She bellowed.

Mija hissed fiercely, and dump the entire stack down her throat! It expanded in nightmarish ways Sienna never wanted to see again. "Now, they are my eggs." Mija smirked.

Just as Sienna prepared a roar, another one came from the kitchen. "Who has stolen the eggs?"

Mija slithered away rapidly, in full snake form. Two servants were on her heels, or tail--as if chasing after the entitled white snake would make her give up the eggs she had swallowed.

Meanwhile, an apologetic Shalin stopped before Sienna, to apologize for the delay in breakfast. Sienna waved dismissively, sighing tiredly. "I am not that hungry anyway." But she was!

So, as she walked to the backyard, ignoring the prodding eyes of her aunt, she snacked on a system provided fruit bar.

The backyard was filled with chatter as baskets overflowed with giant tomatoes. Ali squealed with delight, stacking them like towers. Uncle Jorik, Daren and Christo debated whether the tomatoes could be used to trade for rare herbs. Her aunts argued about recipes that used tomatoes--especially soup and stew. Even her mother had joined in, muttering about how the harvest was too quick and the tomatoes would rot.

As Sienna worked, she felt a strange peace settle over her. Yes, she had fought and won, but had she managed to get the respect she wanted. Would she have to engage in more fights, going forward. And then, there was the thing that followed after the fight.

She made a shush sound.

"I didn’t say anything." Mrs. Miller said.

Sienna laughed shakily. "Not you mother, my mind. I was thinking of something I should not be thinking about. The fight and stuff."

Mrs. Miller lifted a tomato that was the size of a melon. "Sienna, " she said quietly, "If this is about my anger, then you don’t need to dwell on it. I may be angry, but I am also proud. You fought for yourself, for your position. You made your husband and children proud. I am just worried that this respect you want to earn will have to be achieved through blood, sweat and tears."

Ali laughed from somewhere in the garden. Sienna smile, wiping sweat from her brow. "I don’t have much of a choice but to keep going, mother. I wear many hats now, I am not just Sienna, your daughter. I am a mother too, a provider, a leader...whether it is temporary or permanent. I have ambitions--not so great, but not too small.

All I want to do is live a rich, somewhat lazy, fulfilled life. If I just lay down and allow others to take away from belongs to me rightfully, then I cannot achieve my dreams in future.

When people look down on me, then they look down on Ali and you and Soren....my whole family. But if I am strong, they will think twice before crossing us. Only then can I relax, knowing that we are safe."

Her mother sighed, shaking her head. "You have a big burden on your shoulders. I am sorry that I am useless, and I cannot help you with it."

Sienna stepped over a basket of tomatoes and she hugged her mother. "Mom, who said you were useless? You raised me and Soren alone. You supervise the servants here and advice me when I am struggling like a small lone boat on the sea. If you were not here, I would not be as happy as I am today." Surviving this interstellar beast world without family, would have been ten times harder.

Mrs. Miller smiled tenderly and reached her arm around to hug Sienna. But two seconds later, the clingy girls were already screaming ’mama’ and pulling her away.

Sienna hissed at them. "Go away."

Mrs. Miller rolled her eyes. "Don’t chase your sisters away Sienna."

Sienna hissed again. "My mama." She almost ’not yours,’ in a petulant way. And so, a struggle ensued, between to young girls and one adult woman, over the love of the most motherly woman they had all had the pleasure of ever meeting.

For a moment, the rest of the family paused the tomato harvest. Some were looking in horror at the basket of tomatoes between Sienna’s legs that they were sure, was about to be squashed.

Others looked in wonder at Sienna because age wise, it was not appropriate for her to act childishly.

And others were just amused, because the stronger for Mrs. Miller had become a regular sight.

"One of these days, my sister is going to drag Hana back and make her raise her own children." Soren muttered. He knew his sister. She didn’t like to share attention, affection, and everything else that she owned.

Grandma Byra whispered worriedly, "Will Sienna ever accept them?"

Soren shrugged. "Eventually, but I don’t know when."

In a solemn voice that was unlike her, Ali announced, "It took me five and a half years. My little aunts have to work harder."