<div class="floatleft">(https://c4.wallpaperflare.com/wallpaper/910/916/865/looking-at-viewer-women-elizabeth-turner-model-wallpaper-preview.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>June 1, 9 pm.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>View of Mar's, Chef's table.<br/><strong>Mood:</strong>Nervous excitement<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Erin, Mar<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>That Mar and Erin continued to talk over her might have bothered the girl on another occasion – or if it were any two other people doing it. As she listened to the two women discuss what she would eat, that she must be hungry and<em>needed</em>to eat, her bedtime, and all sorts of other things that directly concerned her, however, the pretty little blonde found herself feeling exactly like what she was here to be: their sweet babygirl. Plus, all the little touches and smiles, them occasionally including her in the conversation, and Mar’s hand stroking through her hair definitely helped.<br/><br/>Her eyes darted back-and-forth between the two, never once feeling left out, even though she was hardly given time to utter a single word. They were Mommy and Daddy, after all. It wasn’t her place to interrupt. And they were the ones who made the decisions. Besides, her nerves were making it difficult to think of anything she might say. No, she was content to listen. She was happy. She was happier than she’d been in her 20 years of life thus far.<br/><br/>Once they’d decided on the beef wellington and salmon, Celeste smiled and nodded her agreement. “That sounds delicious,” she said. And fancy. But, well, this was a fancy restaurant and her Daddy was a fancy chef. Anyway, it didn’t seem like she had a choice, and she was glad to accept their decision. The kiss Mar left on her cheek had the girl blushing. And beaming!<em>Daddy's princess</em>, she thought silently. Once Mar left the room, however, Celeste's nerves returned in full-force.<br/><br/>Somehow, they were worse now than when all three of them had been together. When Mar had been there with them, much of the two women’s attention had been focused on each other. Now it was just she and Erin – she and Mommy. Silently, she wondered what the other woman was thinking. Positive things, she hoped. They’d talked so much online already, developed a bond that was already far too thick to break without it causing tremendous pain. She was terrified of disappointing them. And that terror froze her tongue to the roof of her mouth.<br/><br/>At least for a moment.<br/><br/>“I’m sorry if I’m not as talkative as usual,” she said, shifting awkwardly in her seat when she did. “It’s just that I’m nervous. I know we’ve talked a lot online, and it’s been amazing. But real life is so much different! I love it. I’m so happy right now, you have no idea.” She gave a nervous laugh. “I’m just worried about saying or doing the wrong thing.” She explained, rubbing the back of her neck. Her cheeks were bright pink, and her eyes kept darting to and away from Erin's. She tried to laugh again.<br/><br/>"I still can't believe I'm actually here. You and -- you and Daddy are amazing." Then, chewing on her lip thoughtfully for a few moments, she found the courage to ask: "Do I really have to go to bed soon? I want to stay up."<br/>