<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/>It was hard to avoid the little smirk that grew on Mar's face, as Erin described the way Celeste had already objected to her bedtime, and asked to stay up later. Even though she knew something like that would be less than amusing to the loving mommy, Mar had a hard time justifying getting too upset, herself. After all, she had complained about her own bed time more than once to her own father growing up. That was just a normal thing for a child to do. All the same, she knew that sort of behavior shouldn't be deemed acceptable. Even if her own devices had earned her the privilege to stay up later on more than one occasion, with her older brothers.<br/>That's why, after Erin finished telling her, and she swallowed an almond that she had been chewing on, she turned her attention to Celeste. Reaching up she would stroke her fingers through their little girl's hair again.<strong>"Now sweetheart, you know mommy and I make these rules only because we care about you so much. We only want what's best for you, even if you don't always like it. It's important that you mind the rules we set."</strong><br/><br/>Her face had been more neutral, as she backed up what Erin had been saying. But when she turned her gaze back to her wife, Mar's expression changed back to a soft, forgiving, smile.<strong>"I think she's just excited, love. I mean, I am too, if I'm being honest."</strong>she'd admit, with a little wrinkle of her nose.<br/>Then Erin brought up Celeste's curfew, a topic they had discussed to great length to make sure their little girl would always have time for schoolwork, and anything else, before bed.<strong>"You're right, babe."</strong>Turning her cloudy blues back to Celeste, she was wearing her neutral, business face again.<br/><strong>"Sweetie, on top of your bedtime, your mother and I expect you home by ten, every night… of course, special occasions can be discussed. But especially on school nights, we expect you to be home no later than that, and that doesn't running in through the door right at ten every night, either. Keep in mind my rule here in my kitchen, being on time means getting here ten minutes early, arriving right when you are supposed to be here, is late."</strong>She held her little girl's gaze with her own, making it clear that she was in no way joking. Then she smiled sweetly to their little girl again, stroking her hair once more.<strong>"Don't worry sweetheart, I promise everything won't feel like rules after rules, when we're home."</strong><br/><br/>She let Erin go about describing Celeste's room to her, while she took a cracker and spread some cheese on it. She ate the little snack in three bites, even if she could have eaten it in one bite. She really didn't want to look like an animal in front of their little girl, just shoving food into her mouth. Then when the topic of tv came up, she carefully chewed and swallowed, while Erin shot the idea down, before she stepped in to back her up.<br/><strong>"Trust us on this, sweetheart. Tv, and all those electronics, really aren't as great as you may want to think they are. All they do is distract you from how much better life is without them. But don't worry, we have a theater room at home, and daddy has a library of the best, classic, movies, that I just can't wait to watch with you."</strong>She'd say with a little wink.<br/><br/>She was popping another cube of cheese into her mouth when she felt Erin's hand on her and she connected with her wife again to hear her compliment about the appetizer.<strong>"Well yeah. Best appetizer plate in the city…"</strong>she said with a teasing smirk.<strong>"...but then, I might be a little biased."</strong><br/>Right then, a young waitress entered their dining room, carrying a plate on each hand.<strong>"Ah, speak of the devil."</strong>Mar commented as she stood and took one of the plates to help set it out on their table.<strong>"...and now for the best dinner in the city.... thanks hun, you can head home now. We appreciate you staying a little late."</strong><br/><br/>As the waitress left their room, Mar grabbed up the bottle of sparkling wine.<strong>"Alright sweetheart, this is another thing that is very much a special occasion thing…"</strong>she explained as she pulled the wrapping off the bottle.<strong>"...your mother and I don't want you out on the town, drinking with your friends from school. If you are going to have a drink, we want it to be with us, at home, where we know you'll be safe…"</strong>She said confidently, knowing that trying to forbid such things completely would just lead to their little girl doing it behind their back.<br/><strong>"...and again, tonight is a very special occasion."</strong>She said, positioning her thumb beneath the cork. She must have popped a hundred bottles of champagne in this room. She knew just how to do it, and just how to make it impressive.<br/><br/>With a sharp<em>POP!</em>the cork shot out of the bottle, rickashay off the wall, and landed perfectly in the palm of Mar's hand. With a confident smirk, she poured a little of the bubbly gold liquid into each of the glasses. Giving her girls a little wink as she did.