<div class="floatleft">(https://list.lisimg.com/image/9863934/300full.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Celeste Sinclair<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>June 3, morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Erin and Mar's bedroom<br/><strong>Mood:</strong>Groggy, happy<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Erin<br/><hr/><hr/>Celeste Sinclair had always been a heavy sleeper. She was more likely to sleep through a thunderstorm than she was to wake for her alarm. It had always been that way, and as she approached her 21st birthday, there were no signs of imminent change. So, the sweet little blonde neither twitched nor roused when Mar had to slip out of bed earlier that morning to head off into work. That was Daddy business, anyway - it didn't concern the younger girl.<br/><br/>What did concern Celeste were cuddles and affection. And luckily, there was another warm body in the bed next to her that could still provide those things. The girl was only half awake - probably less than half-awake - when she rolled over on the mattress to wrap her arms around Erin's body. She tucked her head next to the older woman's chin. Through the night, she'd been the centre of a snuggle sandwich, caught between Mar's strong form and Erin's more maternal figure. And what a wonderful, peaceful sleep it had been! The best that Celeste had known for months - maybe ever.<br/><br/>The girl<em>did</em>have her own bed and bedroom, of course. It was nice, too. Cozy but quaint, and well decorated. The bed was like lying on a white, fluffy cloud. But little Celeste was a cuddly sleeper; she loved the feel of her new Mommy and Daddy's warm bodies snuggled up next to her, keeping her safe. How long until the two of them had to actually<em>made</em>their little girl stay in her own bed at night? Celeste hoped that day would never come. But it might. Erin had explained, quite clearly, that sweet girls<em>had</em>to sleep in their own rooms - at least some of the time. This was all still so new and early, though. The house was unfamiliar, her surroundings strange. She loved it here, of course. But it<em>was</em>new. And new things, no matter how wonderful, were always frightening. She didn't want to be alone at night with all the unfamiliar sounds and strange new shadows dancing along the walls. She wanted to be with the two people who would always keep her safe.<br/><br/>Celeste had no idea what time it was - or even what had woken her entirely - when she blinked her eyes awake and found herself squeezed up against Erin's larger form. She smelled so good. She felt even better. The younger girl blinked her eyes a few times, murmured something sleepily, then gave a squeaky yawn. "Mommy." She whispered, and squeezed a little tighter. The younger girl was dressed in her jammies: a pair of pink, cotton shorts with a big, white heart stamped across the seat. Up top, she wore a plain, white tank-top that had an adorable little bear's face smiling on the chest.<br/><br/>"Where's Daddy?" She asked, rubbing her eyes.