<div class="floatleft">(https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v2pH5SfaC70/XWUChtqFPEI/AAAAAAAAaQU/BjcSUAJshd8fVjYTLTUDSB2zmoMFQQySgCLcBGAs/s1600/18.%2BSydney%252C%2BAustralia.jpg)</div><br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Erin Sinclair<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>June 1, 9pm<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Mar's private table<br/><strong>Mood:</strong>anxious, excited<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Mar, little girl<br/><hr/><hr/><br/><br/>(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/a0/67/96/a06796c4cc069d6f78ec5ae81b7a054a.jpg)<br/><br/>Erin shook her head somberly. "No, you're right. Apple cider is most certainly not appropriate for a celebration. You need sparkling grape juice." Laughing, she tossed her head back, before smiling adoringly at her wife. "You know, I completely forgot that she was Canadian. Can you believe that?"<br/><br/>Preening under her wife's loving stare, Erin gently fluffed some of her lovely red hair, enjoying the attention.<br/><br/>But after she separated from the sweet little blonde, it was her turn to watch her wife be affectionate with the girl. Her face was calm, a mask as she thought about what she actually felt. She studied the way Mar smiled, how she doted on the girl. On some level, not having all of Mar's attention for herself like she always had stung..  but at the same time, she loved the joy on her wife's face.<br/><br/><em>Mar won't leave me. Celeste can't ruin what we have. Mar and I will work through anything that comes up. I don't have to be jealous. Celeste is our little girl, we share. Mar wouldn't do this if she didn't love me, or if I didn't want this too. <br/><br/>It will be ok. Sharing love doesn't mean that I get any less. Just that it's a different style than before. And adding more love to the equation means more love to go around. <br/><br/>And... I truly do dote on the child myself. Lust for her even. Want to cuddle her and raise her. I can do this. I truly do want this.</em><br/><br/>A small little content smile appeared on her face as she looked from Mar to the girl. Most people would not say content was better than happy, but Erin disagreed. Happy was fleeting, a flash and then gone. Content meant she was at peace with the world and accepting of what life had brought her. And that was a very firm stance to meet the world from.<br/><br/>The redhead could have very easily guessed that Celeste spent plenty of time digging through her closet, touching every dress. After all, it was exactly what Erin herself had done.<br/><br/>The smile turned wondering, hungry, huge and adoring as Celeste called them by their titles. This was real, they were doing it, they were going to have a beautiful little submissive in their home, their bedroom, their lives. And very strongly, Erin felt that the girl would be perfect. That little Celeste would fit in so very well, and belong just as deeply to her Mommy as well as her Daddy.<br/><br/>Leaning in, Erin very much enjoyed the blushing, squirming little darling that was now their very own daughter.  Her eyes were delighted and full of both tenderness and desire. She wanted to order the girl around, have her please both her new parents right then and there under the tablecloths, switching from Mar's pussy back to Erin's shaved, suddenly wet and needy one.<br/><br/>But practicalities won out. "Mar... Daddy dear, I bet you ordered a charcuterie plate for us. But I am highly guessing that the little one didn't eat much today, so I would feel remiss in our parental duties if we didn't get some good food in her. I know it's getting late, that it is nearing Celeste's bedtime, but we should probably spoil her tonight and get her something she would love. I can't wait to show the little one her new home, but we don't need to rush."<br/><br/>The redhead was already willing to discuss the girl as if she wasn't even qualified to make a decision, the adults in the room making the bigger choices.<br/>Smiling warmly at her new daughter, Erin put a menu in front of her. "Oh Daddy makes everything delicious. It's a large part of why I married her. I love it all here, but my favorites are the trout, the steaks, and especially the beef Wellington. It's something your Daddy would make specially for me, when she was trying to get Mommy to date her. That's what I'll have tonight."<br/><br/>Smiling fondly at Mar, Erin's gaze held all the love in the world. Hopefully the chef wasn't in too much of a hurry. As much as Erin craved getting little Celeste home, she also wanted to truly savor the evening, to commit every detail to memory. This was a life changing event, after all. And in some ways, it was just as special as some of her major events with Mar.