Erin growled softly at her wife, a mostly cute noise. She still had like three bites of her welly left! Erin had absolutely no problems eating all of her fantastic beef, and a large portion of the fish as well. She was never one to eat daintily, though her manners were impeccable. Out in the field, you ate what you had and were thankful if it was edible. You couldn't let things like oncoming thunderstorms, stampeds, impending flash floods, civil unrest, or running out of funding stop you from finishing the dig.<br/><br/>But finally, she had nothing left to eat but a few scattered vegetables. Pushing back her chair, she nodded at her wife and new daughter. "Fantastic is always! I'm so glad you love cooking for me. Thank you for all the amazing meals. But yes, let's go home and get the little one straight to bed." She mostly managed to say that last part with a straight face, expecting Celeste's reaction to be funny. She wondered if the girl would pick up on the double entendre, or just assume her Mommy meant bedtime.<br/><br/>She took Celeste's other hand in hers, walking beside the girl and giving her a gentle smile. But in the kitchen though, she briefly let go  of her new daughter when one of the junior chefs stopped her, holding out a styrofoam container of something.<br/><br/>"Perdóname, pero me temo que olvidaste la parte más importante de tu comida, el postre." He said, almost shyly.<br/><br/>"¡Oh! ¿Cómo puedo olvidarme de la crema brulee? Ya sabes lo adicto que soy a este Hernández. Muchas gracias.<br/><br/>Lamento mucho saber de tu madre, ¿cómo está?"<br/><br/><br/>He shrugged. "Gracias señora, realmente lo aprecio. Ella no está mejorando, pero al menos no está empeorando. Ella está en las manos de Dios ahora, y será como Dios quiera." Came the quiet reply.<br/><br/>"Como Dios quiera..." Erin murmured, squeezing his hand gently.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>Her conversation done, she took the beautiful little blond girls hand again and followed her family to the car. Sliding in beside Celeste, she grinned equally cheekily up at her wife. "Thank you beautiful. I guess you'll have to go sit on the other side, Daddy." She had plans, plans that required Celeste to be in between them. But first... She made sure her new daughter was buckled in securely. Immediately after that, almost as important, she unwrapped the little tub of creme brulee, only very lightly toasted on the top and somewhat gooey, exactly the way she needed it. "Oh goddess, Mar, I don't care if Hernandez did this just for a promotion, but he definitely deserves one in my mind."<br/><br/>Popping the first spoonful in her mouth... Just taste testing it, of course, to make sure it was okay for her daughter... Erin let out a noise that was suspiciously like a moan. Holding the second bite up to Celeste, she grinned. "Have you ever had creme brulee, darling? It's absolutely the food of the Gods." Assuming the child would never fuss about dessert, Erin went ahead and put the spoon inside the girl's mouth, feeding her the sweet and delicious custard.<br/><br/>She was willing to share with Mar, and feed the little girl more bites, and the treat vanished quickly. Then, her attention fully on Celeste, the redhead did what she had been wanting to all night long, ever since the precious little blonde had come in wearing that cute little floral dress.<br/><br/>Erin slipped her hand into the dress, lightly stroking her daughter's  breast, feeling the perfect shape. It was an almost innocent touch, slow and gently exploring, except for the fact that they were in a car, and she was groping a twenty year old in front of her beloved wife. And the little submissive didn't have many options except to safeword or fuss or just accept her new Mommy's right to touch her body.<br/><br/>Erin slid her hand further to the right, resting it over Celeste's heart. Breathing slowly, she simply enjoyed the moment for a while, feeling the girl's softness and warmth. Mar and Erin had different callouses, but both women had put hard work into their lives.<br/><br/>Sliding her free hand up the blondes shoulder, Erin tangled her fingers in Celeste's hair and forced it towards Mar. "You should kiss her..." She almost demanded, but there was a tone of asking, as well. Clearly, this was something that Erin wanted very much.<br/><br/>Finally, the rented car pulled into the driveway. Erin had used her phone to turn every light in the home on, even the ones on the lawn. She bit back a tiny sigh as she saw the exterior, like she did every time... She hated the stonework and was saving up to get it changed. Celeste's bedroom remodel had largely come out of that fund, but was well worth it. Especially since the stone was the only thing she hated about their house. They had gotten a good deal, too.<br/><br/><br/>Gently leading their daughter inside, Erin pulled the girl in for a kiss. "Welcome home, Celeste, daughter...."<br/><br/>There was a nice open living room, but Erin went straight to a giant fish tank. It was massive, over six feet long, and almost as deep. There was a waterfall feature that filled the room with a pleasant splashing noise, cascading the water down almost a foot. It smelled of saltwater and sunshine. The tank itself was packed with life... Fish in all colors of the rainbow and beyond, swimming through dense coral and living plants. There was a small eel, though it was currently hiding, and shrimp swimming around. There was even a small, cute little spotted shark lurking on a little cave.<br/><br/>https://i.pinimg.com/originals/48/21/36/482136436e60bd8834885e491c89b3bc.jpg<br/><br/>Smiling at the tank, Erin waved a hand at it. "Behold, Mommy's hobby... An award winning saltwater fish tank. There's a wrasse, see how colorful they are.... I've got a blenny somewhere in here but I can never spot it, despite how big it is getting... Several gobys, including some firefish, so very beautiful!<br/><br/>Oooh, look, one of the butterfly fish! And that's a little school of chromis, see how they shimmer as they travel together.. and then the highlight of my collection, the catshark!"<br/><br/>She was so very proud, and it showed. "Each individual fish has a name, and none of them are types of sushi." The black look Erin sent at her wife suggested that the joke wasn't taken well by the redhead, overprotective of her fish babies.