<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>Saturday October 10th<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Kitchen<br/><strong>Mood:</strong>Anxious, excited<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Mar, Celeste<br/><hr/><br/>(https://images.bloomingdalesassets.com/is/image/BLM/products/7/optimized/11199917_fpx.tif?op_sharpen=1&wid=500&fit=fit,1&$filtersm$&fmt=webp)<br/><br/>Erin looked up from the book she was reading, The Lost City of the Monkey God: A True Story, by Douglas Preston. Any time the scholar was caught reading a mass-market paperback outside of the privacy of her bedroom, that was a sure sign that the woman was nervous. To this day, she still refused to admit what she had read before the wedding to distract herself from the nerves.<br/><br/>Closing the book, not bothering to mark the page in any way aside from pure memory, Erin smiled at her wife and stood, chuckling. "Change into what, dear? Your other denim jacket? Perhaps one with your favorite band on the back?" Reaching up her carefully manicured hand, gold polish shining in the light, the redhead delicately brushed that one little lock of hair from her wife's eyes. "You look fine, darling. She already knows what you're like. She finds you beautiful or she wouldn't be coming today." The smile was complicated... Erin had put an awful lot of work into vetting Celeste, doing as much due diligence as possible to ensure the girl wasn't some kind of gold digger, stalker, or general parasite. Having money and providing for their little girl was part of the deal, but they certainly weren't trying to buy love, nor did they want the money situation to feel like anything other than well to do parents providing the absolute best for their daughter, despite the fact she was past her teenage years. Erin loved Mar with all her heart, and nothing could ever change that... But this was still a very big step in their new life. Extremely unconventional, but one they had definitely worked out between them, options and limits discussed, desires and needs explained, tears and hugs shared.. but this unusual style of relationship made sense, and she was deeply hoping that Celeste would work out as envisioned. So there was love in the smile, years together with her wife not softening the feelings at all, but tempered with the nerves and hope of having Celeste at home with them. But it was unquestionable how much Erin loved her Mar, reinforcing the emotions once more with another kiss.<br/><br/>The academic had a bizarre fairy tale childhood herself, but one unquestionably filled with happiness and multiple joys. Her parents had both been archaeologists, taking their young daughter on globetrotting adventures, performing careful digs in dozens of countries, reading their lectures and presentations to their daughter well before the child could understand the concepts. Aaron knew how to read ground penetrating radar scans before she truly understood the concept of having a permanent home, and could direct the setting up of a grid pattern for digging in four different languages before becoming a teenager. Her relationship with her parents remain solid, to the point she was happy to work with them at the same museum. It broke her heart that they were young people in the world who had parents infinitely worse, neglectful or downright terrible. Actually putting her life on hold, her career and aspirations, to dedicate the time needed for an infant just wasn't in the cards. But Celeste was going to get as much love as the slender woman could hold in her body.<br/><br/>The doorbell rang, sending the most famous notes of<em>Ode to Joy</em>, a personal favorite of the redhead, soaring through their penthouse home. "She's here at last!" Erin squealed excitedly, doing a little twirl before clasping her adored wife in a tight, but quick hug. Dashing to the door, she threw it open to reveal her nice dress and delicate makeup to their new family member. Part of her job was appearing at formal, fancy functions so she had a closet full of lovely gowns... Equally at home in jeans and a work shirt or heels and gowns that cost more than many people's monthly rent, Erin had settled on something nice but not super showy.<br/><br/>"Celeste! Oh you're here! Come on in sweetie, make yourself, well, at home! Mar should have dinner ready in a minute!" Pulling the sweet little blonde into a tight hug, Erin rested her head on the girls for a minute. Unable to resist, she held her new daughters head in hands, pressing lip to lip in a sweet little kiss... Mostly innocent for now.  Pulling her daughter gently to her wife, the redhead grinned hugely, lightly propelling the young woman forward. "Look what I found, Mar!"