<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/6a/3e/c3/6a3ec373b16998b7152f9c4ebd47b3b6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Mar Sinclair<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>June 1st, 9pm<br/><strong>Location:</strong>View of Mar's, Chef's table<br/><strong>Mood:</strong>Excited<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Erin, Celeste<br/><hr/><hr/><br/><strong>"Yeah, of course you're right."</strong>and she really was. By this point in her life Mar had lived in the city for years, and she knew as well as anyone that traffic, pedestrians, and any number of unfortoled disruptions could cause an insane backup on the streets. Mar had always maintained that the reason noone drove in New York was because there was way too much traffic. Her little joke. She thought it was funny.<br/>Ao she took a proper breath as she finally let herself fully appreciate how lovely her wife was tonight. From her lovely red hair, those stunning eyes, her jewelry that she probably thought was odd, but Mar loved how unique it was, all the way to the elegant gown she was dressed in.<br/><br/>To another onlooker it probably seemed like Mar was dressed as a total scrub, while Erin was on her way to a meeting with royalty. But that never bothered Mar, and it never seemed to bother Erin either. That was just their different styles, and it worked just great for both of them. It was perfect just the way they appreciated each other's own style. In fact, those differences just seemed to draw them closer to each other.<br/><br/>She smiled when Erin teasingly chastised her for the decision to bring wine for their little girl, but it didn't seem to phase her.<strong>"It's a special occasion. You can't commemorate our family becoming whole with apple cider…"</strong>she teased back as she arranged the glasses just perfectly.<strong>"...besides she's barely underage, <em>and</em> she's from Canada, remember? She's probably had wine with dinner since she was eighteen."</strong>Though she didn't plan on arguing with her wife over the subject, if she really didn't want her to serve the wine. But she really didn't seem that bothered by it. Especially when they were suddenly joined by a beautiful, young blonde, and Mar's eyes practically lit up.<br/><br/>Mar's smile continued to sparkle as Erin crossed to their new little girl to give her a hug and a kiss. Letting them have that moment Mar had to do her best not to get emotional. Celeste was so perfect, just seeing her in person actually made her heart hurt a little, thinking back to what she had told them about her actual parents.<br/>Mar hadn't had a mother for most of her life, but at least she had an amazing father to emulate. But the very thought that Celeste's parents had forsaken the opportunity to shower Celeste with all the love they possibly could, made her heart ache a little. But that was quickly replaced by the sheer joy of knowing that she and Erin had the opportunity to give their little girl all the love and care she could possibly stand.<br/><br/>Mar finally crossed to the pair, after Erin was done hugging her, and wrapped her arms around Celeste, pulling her into a tight hug. Her face turned toward the girl's head, she took a deep inhale of her aroma and it made her smile wide.<strong>"Hello sweetheart, we're so glad you're here."</strong><br/>When she let go, she slid a hand down Celeste's arm and took the girl's hand in her's.<strong>"Here, come sit down."</strong>she invited as all three of them moved to the table. She'd pull out Celeste's chair for her, and tuck her into the table, before sitting down on the opposite side of her, from Erin.<br/><br/>She had to take a little breath as she gathered her thoughts, and managed to get over how impactful this moment was, just so she would be able to talk.<strong>"I know we've been talking for awhile now, but part of me thought this moment was never going to come. I feel like being a little kid on Christmas, again. Celeste, are you hungry? Can we get you anything?"</strong>It was her calling in life, after all. She would always make sure those she cared about were fed. It was a go to when she was so excited that she didn't know what to say next.