<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 3, not too early morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>bedroom!<br/><strong>Mood:</strong>Cuddly as hell<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>daughter<br/><hr/><hr/><br/><br/>Erin sighed softly as the darling little blond body pressed up against her. She shifted slightly, getting a better position to return the hug, and pulling her sweet darling Celeste tight against her. Nuzzling her head against her daughter's, she sighed again, so perfectly content and happy to have the little girl in her life. Erin hadn't been quite sure how it would work with the three of them in the bed, which was fortunately at least king sized. But the first two nights had been absolutely incredible. Celeste didn't seem to be a fussy sleeper at all, which was really good. And it was fulfilling in a way that Erin found impossible to describe having the little girl between her and Mar. They were a family, mommy wife and daddy wife and the little darling blond woman who had come from nowhere to claim their hearts and complete their home.<br/><br/><br/>And oh goddess was the little darling so adorable! Erin found herself fascinated by every little movement and squeak and extra bit of cuteness. Celeste was finally getting the life and care she needed, and that warmed the redheads heart. Of course, being called Mommy by her new little lover and daughter warmed her heart and things significantly lower.<br/><br/>Rolling on top of the girl, holding her beautiful face firmly in both of her elegant but calloused hands, Erin pressed her lips hard to Celeste's, claiming the little sweeties mouth. But then she smiled, shifting so she was still on top, but definitely cuddling instead of possessing.<br/><br/>"Daddy loves you very much, but she has some work-related stuff to get done today. She'll be back soon enough. I figured we could take you shopping, get you some more dresses." Being so attached to her job, the museum curator had plenty of vacation time saved up. She was using quite a bit of it for the next couple of weeks to make sure Celeste got settled into their home perfectly. She didn't want the girl to feel lost or neglected or abandoned, but loved and cared for and protected. Soon enough they would settle into their everyday routines, but for now she was going to be here and spoil the girl.<br/><br/>Erin had selected a few things that she had found and couldn't resist, pretty dresses and outfits that she was pretty sure would fit her little daughter. But Erin wanted her to have plenty outfits for every occasion, from the casual shorts and t-shirts the girl liked at home, to the fanciest of ball gowns to make the little girl feel like a princess.<br/><br/>"So you're stuck with my cooking for breakfast." She laughed, hugging the girl a little tighter. Mommy wasn't a bad cook, but she tended to stick to simple things with simple ingredients, a relic of so many meals cooked over campfire s or travel stoves. "What would you like for breakfast my little love?"<br/><br/>She made no move to get off the girl, completely comfortable in her position.<br/>