The answering chuckle at the slap to Claire's ass was as much a part of their routine as Karen's purr, a song and dance well honed over years together. Things with Claire and her wife were easy - they knew where they fit in each others' lives, where every leg and elbow went in their embrace. It was wonderful. Variety was wonderful, too, though, and Claire looked forward to growing their little family.<br/><br/>Karen's firm warning prompted a bright smile. Who'd've thought it would be so darned<em>hot</em>to hear her wife going all daddy?<br/><br/>Claire leaned into the hug, squeezing her arm once around her wife's waist before pulling free to start moving, ruffling Celeste's hair as she passed on her way to grab some of the books. They obviously belonged on the shelf, so she would start shelving them while Celeste made some choices about where other things went.<br/><br/>"We welcome you, we welcome you, fa la la la la la la la la!" she sang cheerfully in passing, referencing the munchkins' song from<em>The Wizard of Oz.</em>