<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/>Allowing herself to be guided onto her feet, Celeste embraced the hug with all the neediness of an insecure child. That might even have been how it looked - A mother comforting her sweet daughter - given the significant height discrepancy. In her flat, black pumps Celeste stood maybe half an inch taller than her natural 5'3". Erin towered over her, which meant that the younger girl could tuck her golden head neatly beneath Mommy's chin and rest it there in comfort and security.<br/><br/>Was this what people meant when they talked about a mother's love? Celeste had never experienced anything like it. She felt that even her own insecurity couldn't reach her here, wrapped up in Erin's loving embrace; she could have stayed like that forever, held by Mommy and listening quietly to her words of reassurance.<br/><br/>But instead, sweet Celeste just<em>had</em>to comment on her bedtime. She hadn't meant it as a complaint, not really. Still, she'd long known that this particular rule would be one of the hardest for her to follow. The first time Mar and Erin informed her there would be a bedtime, princess had gotten a little grumpy. But her displeasure quickly turned to excitement when she realized rules like<em>that</em>were the exact sort that made this relationship so real. None of them were supposed to be fun. And some were bound to be downright miserable! But they were all for her own good. And they were all decided by Mommy and Daddy. Little girls didn't get to make their own rules. Celeste<em>did</em>like staying up late, though. Coincidentally, she often slept in and missed a lot of her morning classes. But there was no correlation. Definitely not.<br/><br/>"I wasn't--" Celeste started to speak, but quickly stopped short when she remembered how adamant both parents were that little girls did not interrupt their Mommies and Daddies! Instead, she bit down on her lower lip and visibly squirmed. So, this was what it was like to get into trouble. Celeste didn't fully understand how she felt about it. She was nervous, though, that much was certain. Mommy didn't look particularly menacing, but there was something about the arched eyebrow that had the sweet girl's heart pounding. And the way she spoke.<br/><br/>And the way she let her words hang in the air for a few, long moments afterward. They felt like an eternity! What would happen at the end of them -when Mommy spoke again? In a way, the girl didn't want to know. But mostly, she just wanted the silence to end. Still, she didn't dare to speak, choosing instead to stare up into the stern gaze looking down on her, lower lip clamped between her teeth, and cheeks growing rosy. What torture! Finally, though, Mommy spoke, and the little girl was allowed to breathe once more.<br/><br/>"Okay," she said, her voice a pitch her or two higher than it normally would be. And that was that. She couldn't pretend to be<em>pleased</em>about her bedtime. But that wasn't her job! She was allowed to be upset and grumpy about things . . . just as long as she obeyed. And she would. Most of the time.<br/><br/>Erin turned the conversation in a completely different direction, anyway, and all thoughts of unfair bedtimes were pushed far from her mind. "I know." She said, and nodded. "I'm excited for that part, too. You're both really sexy!" Giggling at that, she hopped up high enough to place a quick peck on Mommy's check. "I'm not that experienced with . . . that side of this, either. So, thank you for being patient about it. But I think I'm pretty ready to try things." She said, and it was true. A moment later, she wrapped herself back up in Mommy's arms and heard the door creak open behind them.<br/><br/>She didn't need to turn to know that it was Daddy who entered - especially not when those long, powerful arms wrapped themselves around the two other women. Celeste found herself squeezed between their two bodies, her head only slightly above their bust. It was all softness and sweetness, warmth and love. Truly, she was really beginning to feel like their little girl. Their princess.<br/><br/>Family hug checked off their list, little Celeste returned to her seat at the table, where she patiently waited for Mommy to prepare her plate. At 20 years old, the girl was clearly more than capable of getting her own food. And yet she didn't even question, neither explicitly to Mar and Erin, nor internally to herself. It was just another step on the road to security, safety, and love. She was Mommy's little girl. And Mommy was taking good care of her.<br/><br/>"It's so tasty, Daddy!" Celeste beamed, after having nibbled the fig right out of Mar's hand. "Everything is." True, she hadn't eaten much - Celeste had always been a slow eater - even with her small portions, she was usually the last one to finish a meal. She was a picky eater, too. But not tonight - not with Daddy's food. She'd tried everything, and she'd loved it all.<br/><br/>Much of their meal-time conversation had been between Erin and Mar - Mommy and Daddy things that didn't concern little sweethearts. And Celeste ate quietly while they talked. But when the conversation turned to topics that did concern her, the girl's ears immediately perked up. She didn't immediately respond. Somehow, she got the feeling that anything she could say would only diminish her chances of staying up past her bedtime. Plus, she didn't want Daddy knowing that she'd 'questioned' her bedtime to Mommy once already. So, she kept quiet, pretending that her ears weren't burning while they decided her fate.<br/><br/>After they had made up their mind, though, she felt free to speak. "I'm really excited to see. Is it big?" She asked. And then, feeling increasingly more confident as the evening went along, she added: "Can I have a TV in there?"