<div class="floatleft">(https://www.theplace2.ru/archive/elizabeth_turner/img/elizabeth-turner-wil(8).jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Mar Sinclair<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Saturday October 10th<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Home<br/><strong>Content/Mood:</strong>Coming home | Anxiously excited<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Mar and Erin<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Celeste offered a shy wave when Mar greeted with, then gratefully handed over her bags. They weren't heavy; she was just small, a little under 5-foot-four with some soft curves and a slim build. She wasn't skinny, but she definitely wasn't built for lugging around bags. "Thanks," she remembered to say just as Mar set both bags down by the stairs.<br/><br/>With her hands free, she took the opportunity to straighten her dress a little. Tonight wasn't meant to be formal; they weren't a trio of lovers going on a group date together. They were a family, if a bit of an odd one, and that meant casual and comfortable. Still, Celeste wanted to look good for the two older women, and seeing what Erin was wearing made her glad that she hadn't opted for jeans and a t-shirt. Mar took a much more casual approach than her wife, but they both looked good. In the end, Celeste was happy with her choice, too. They all had their own unique styles. Both she and Erin were soft and femme, both of them in dresses. Erin's gown was just a little more . . . grown up than Celeste's black polka dot dress. Mar dressed like the family Daddy should: lots of denim.<br/><br/>It was already starting to feel like a family. And<em>she</em>was already starting to feel like their little girl, particularly when the two older women started discussing her bedroom. They sounded exactly like Celeste thought a happily married couple would sound, while discussing their little girl. When there was a pause in the discussion where she could interrupt, Celeste said: "I'm sure I'll be happy with the one you picked out." And she would be. The last thing she wanted to do, especially this early on, was to come across as a spoiled little priss who had to get everything exactly her way.<br/><br/>Although, she did like how it sounded when Mar called her Princess. Celeste smiled, a small blushing touching her cheeks. They were absolutely burning when Mar referred to herself and Erin as Mommy and Daddy. "Thank you . . . umn, Daddy." There. Now she'd said it too. The first time ever.<em>Daddy.</em>It felt good; it felt sweet. It felt right.<em>Daddy.</em>Mar, her Daddy. Erin, her Mommy. Saying it, somehow, made it so much more real. Then, before she realized what was happening, she found herself all wrapped up in a pair of maternal arms, her face nuzzled up against Erin's breasts. She wanted to cry, too. Instead, she giggled. A nervous giggle, a happy sound. "Thank you, Mommy." She added, just to even things up. Now she'd said both. Mommy and Daddy, Daddy and Mommy.<br/><br/>It was ridiculous; it was wonderful. She was blushing fiercely; she was happier than she'd ever been. She grabbed Erin's hand, and followed her to wherever she was being led, practically skipping as she went.<br/><br/>"I don't need to freshen up or anything. I just finished showering before I came over here." She explained, as together with Erin they came into a room the housed the<em>biggest</em>fish tank Celeste had ever seen outside of a zoo. Forgetting for a moment that Erin still held her hand, Celeste hurried over toward the glass, not stopping until she reached the end of her maternal leash. She didn't tug, just stopped. Call it a little girl's instinct. And she waited until Mommy caught up.<br/><br/>She didn't touch the tank. Sometimes people didn't like that, she knew. There were signs up on a lot of the aquariums she'd seen on school trips, warning visitors to keep their hands off the glass. Celeste kept hers - the one not in Erin's - at her side, where it plucked away at the skirt of her dress. Her nose, however, hovered less than an inch away. Then one of the fish swam right up by her face, and she flinched back, touched her nose, as if to check and make sure it was still there. Satisfied that it was, she lowered hand back to her side and leaned in again - just not quite as close this time.<br/><br/>"This is so neat." She said. The words were meant for Erin, but Celeste spoke them into the glass tank. Maybe she had seen larger aquariums at public zoos before. Maybe those had more fish and other cute little animals. But it was different, so much different, when you had one right there in your own home.<br/><br/>It was Erin's comment about sushi that finally grabbed the girl's attention away from the tank. She turned to the older woman, brow furrowed, looking a little confused. Then she got it. And she started to giggle. "Has Daddy actually tried to turn some of these into sushi?" She asked, loud enough for Mar to have heard from the kitchen.<br/><br/>