<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, night<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Home - Celeste's room<br/><strong>Mood:</strong>Excited<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Erin<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Mar followed directly behind Celeste, bringing up the rear of their pack as Erin lead the way. She knew this moment, when their new daughter, their new submissive, got her first glimpse of her new room, had been one that her wife had been very anxious over for days leading up to tonight, and until now Mar had managed to remain fairly cool about the whole thing.<em>"She'll love it, don't worry…"</em>she had encouraged. It wasn't until right now, as they made their way down the hall, that Mar could feel the butterflies going nuts in her tummy. She still felt sure that little Celeste would love her new room, but there was always that twinge of worry, when you were surprising someone you cared about with something that took a lot of work.<br/><br/>Mar couldn't help but bite her lower lip as they opened the door and introduced Celeste to her sanctuary.<strong>"Your mommy worked really hard to make it perfect…"</strong>she subtly injected as she stepped in close to Erin from behind and placed a comforting hand on her wife's shoulder. Of course she had helped too, but Erin had much stronger feelings about the theme and style, than she did. Probably because Mar grew up sharing a room with one or more of her older brothers, she didn't have the best sense of what a "girl's room" should look like.<br/>That didn't mean that she hadn't added a few touches of her own.<br/><br/>Like stuck in amongst the cuter, more magical stuffed animals, there was a plushie tree frog, Mar's favorite animal, with long dangly arms and legs, perfect for snuggling. On the book shelf there was a three ring binder with the title "Mar and Celeste's First Recipe Book", it already contained a few pages of some of Mar's favorite dishes, and plenty of open space for the two, or even three of them to fill with their favorite things to cook together. Then in the closet, past all the cute dresses, hung a chef's jacket that was just like Mar's, but in Celeste's size. It was no secret that along with all of the sweet and naughty things their little family would do together, Mar looked forward to cooking with her little girl.<br/><br/>She gave Erin's shoulder a little squeeze when she told their little girl that this was her home now, too.<strong>"Really, don't think you will upset us if there is anything you don't like...but, what do you think, sweetheart?"</strong>