<div class="floatleft">(https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v2pH5SfaC70/XWUChtqFPEI/AAAAAAAAaQU/BjcSUAJshd8fVjYTLTUDSB2zmoMFQQySgCLcBGAs/s1600/18.%2BSydney%252C%2BAustralia.jpg)</div><br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Erin Sinclair<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Saturday October 10th<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Kitchen<br/><strong>Mood:</strong>Anxious, excited<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Mar, Celeste<br/><hr/><br/>(https://images.bloomingdalesassets.com/is/image/BLM/products/7/optimized/11199917_fpx.tif?op_sharpen=1&wid=500&fit=fit,1&$filtersm$&fmt=webp)<br/><br/>Erin nodded dutifully, agreeing that her tomboy wife did have more outfits.  "At least two more denim jackets,  your sports coat, those jeans with the holes..." She smiled, overflowing with adoration for the other woman. They could in some ways be considered opposites attracting... Erin with a lifetime in academia, unashamedly playing the role of rich lipstick lesbian, gliding through the upper class social circles her job opened the door to, and Mar's fame really gave them access to. The redhead reveled and how much her wife appreciated the fancy outfits and the care given to her appearance.. Erin wasn't exactly vain, but her demeanor and grooming did matter both as a professional, the wife of a celebrity chef, and for her own pride. Mar had just the right mix a softness and sternness to catch the younger woman's attention, and was equally supportive of Erin's work with the museum as Erin was Mar's more focused drive in the culinary world. In short, they worked very well together, enough that settling down in one place had finally made sense to Erin. Plus, having a permanent home meant the redhead could indulge in one of her other vices.... Fish tanks and aquarium setups.<br/><br/>Letting out a fluttering little noise, she rolled her shoulders. "Nobody has as much dresses as me." It was a little dead pan, not entirely true... Erin had a very nice collection, but she kept it under control before it spiraled out into addiction. Smiling so very happy, she nodded, playful and almost bouncing excited energy. "Can we keep her? Isn't she just the cutest?" She was blatantly talking over the head of the youngest woman, ignoring her for a second and focusing entirely on her wife. Erin would never harm her love, and she was carefully examining the older blonde to make sure everything was still okay. This was such a huge step, but it still seemed right. Celeste had always seemed just right, their little goldilocks.<em> She even looks like she could be Mar's daughter... Mar and the prom queen, head cheerleader, Miss Texas... So beautiful. I can't wait to spoil her!</em>"Excited is very good..." An easy, quick agreement. The woman wanted everybody in her little family to be happy as possible. It was part of her mommy duties, her mommy desires, and the pure love she felt for both women. Her women.<br/><br/>Shooting her wife a slight look, the I'm not annoyed but I will play at it for a second, Erin switched to smiling down at Celeste. "She means that they are basically the same, but I did start decorating one for you. It won't be any problem to switch rooms if you want, but they aren't super different, that's true. There's far too much stuff in my office to change that room, but if for some reason you do want one of the other bedrooms we can make that happen." Touching celeste's cheek, she gently played with the young girl's hair, smiling so happily. "I'm really glad you're here with us...." It absolutely warmed her heart to see Mar taking so well to the girl, the way the small blonde seem to fit in so neatly between everybody. Their princess, home at last, their little girl. Mommy and Daddy's baby to spoil and... Train.<br/><br/>Pulling both her woman into a tight hug, Erin closed her eyes, trying not to cry. This was a super special moment for her, the first of very many. "Welcome home, baby girl..."  Grinning at the girl, her daughter, Mommy grabbed her hands again, tugging her into the living room. "I'll certainly give you a minute to freshen up if you want, but since we have time, I'm going to introduce you to one of my pride and joys!"<br/><br/>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 in 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.<br/><br/><br/>