When Karen opened her arms, inviting her in, the blonde girl didn't hesitate to accept. A hug was exactly what she needed right then. The morning had been a long one, and the past few weeks even longer. So much had changed, and so much was still changing. It was all so very overwhelming for a girl who, not two months earlier, had been at her lowest low. Now she was at the highest high, and she didn't know whether to cry, or laugh, or jump around in circles! So, she buried herself in Karen's -- Daddy's -- arms instead.<br/><br/>It was pure chance that turned Celeste's head just in time to see Claire lining up her phone to snap a picture of them. The younger girl beamed, her bright, white smile more for Claire, and the moment in general, than for the benefit of the camera. Once the picture was snapped, the moment frozen forever in time, Celeste reluctantly disentangled herself from Karen's arms. It wasn't easy, but there'd be more time for snuggles later -- with all three of them together. Like Karen said, they were a family, or at the very least they were well on their way to becoming one.<br/><br/>With the pretty blonde as the submissive babygirl. That part excited Celeste the most. As much as her life had fallen apart recently, she never would have accepted the Fitzpatrick's offer if she didn't genuinely crave<em>all</em>that they were offering. The living arrangement was a nice bonus, certainly. But that's not what sealed the deal.<br/><br/>So, the young, submissive woman listened intently, her stomach doing somersaults, while Claire very deftly went into Mommy-mode. That's how it seemed to Celeste, anyway, particularly the comment about good girls keeping their rooms clean. Fortunately, she'd never been a particularly messy person. She'd never leave food or drink containers -- certainly no trash -- lying around, but she'd also never had a problem tossing worn clothes on her mattress or across the floor, and she'd certainly never learned the importance of making her bed each and every morning. If those things concerned Claire or Karen, that might just be something they would have to work on. Celeste didn't say any of that, though.<br/><br/>"Can we try to organize it now?" She asked, opting for the second option. "Most of my clothes are in my backpack and this bag," she indicated the one she'd carried into the room. "And one of those ones. I can't remember which. The other heavy ones have my books." She pointed to the ones Karen carried in. "I think . . . ummn . . . oh, I think the one you have, Clair--Mommy," she amended, two pink circles appearing in her cheeks. She'd never actually used that title before, though they all three agreed that she would. Celeste still felt a little awkward about it, but the two older women were already using sweet pet names for her and she wanted to assure them that she was very much on board with everything they'd agreed upon. Besides, she<em>did</em>like the title. It was just new. "I think all my underwear and toiletries are in there. I think one of the boxes--ummn--Daddy brought in has the rest of my stuff."<br/>