<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>June 1, 9pm<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Mar's private table<br/><strong>Mood:</strong>anxious, excited<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Mar, little girl<br/><hr/><hr/><br/><br/>(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/a0/67/96/a06796c4cc069d6f78ec5ae81b7a054a.jpg)<br/><br/>Erin truly loved the internet. She could talk to people from all over the world, or communicate from the wild depths of the vast plains of Mongolia or the deep jungles of Costa Rica. But her current passion had been talking to sweet little Celeste, getting things all set up for their new life, as a family. She had been attracted to the girl from the beginning, loving how needy but also adorable the blonde seemed.<br/><br/>Fortunately, Mar also seemed fascinated by the girl, since her wife had veto power over any options she thought would not fit into their home. But  Celeste easily won the chef over as well, probably through a combination of cuteness, beauty, and an inherently submissive nature. Erin was completely, perfectly happy to give her beloved wife the opportunity to experience a little submissive daughter.  It was an exciting, taboo idea in so many delightful ways. But more than anything, the redhead wanted to nurture the little girl, to raise her properly and fix the wounds her natural parents had left. The opportunity for bondage, kink, and plenty of spankings was just a bonus.<br/><br/><br/>Erin looked up from the book she was reading, The Lost City of the Monkey God: A True Story, by Douglas Preston. Anytime the scholar was caught reading a mass-market paperback outside of the privacy of her bedroom, that was a sure sign that the woman was nervous. To this day, she still refused to admit what she had read before the wedding to distract herself from the nerves.<br/><br/>Closing the book, not bothering to mark the page in anyway, Erin smiled at her wife and stood, just in time to be thoroughly kissed by her much adored wife. "Well hello beautiful..." she murmed into the kiss. Smiling up at the amazing woman she was happy to be married to, Erin melted against the tall woman.<br/><br/>"No, not long. Just a few chapters." Of course Erin judged time by how many pages she read. "Don't worry, little Celeste will be here soon. She needs this just as much as we do. She has a few more minutes before she's late. You know what New York is like." Straightening her wife's jacket, Erin looked over the other woman approvingly. While Mar was dressed up reasonably well in Mar terms, Erin almost felt under dressed. Sure, her gown could have fit in at almost any party, opera, or social gathering, but she felt the need to look her absolute best for their new daughter. Her hair was loose and slightly curled, hanging in frothy waves past her shoulders. Amethyst spaced with small emeralds sparkled on her neck and ears, an unusual but attractive necklace and earrings set. Frequently, she just wore a simple gold band, since she was so active at work, but today her engagement and wedding ring graced the proper finger. The whole outfit was probably way overkill, but Erin genuinely liked to dress up.<br/><br/><br/>Laughing, she shook her head playfully at her wife. "The child is under age my love. You can't give her alcohol!" The redhead teased, so much love in her eyes. But if Mar thought it was appropriate, Erin wasn't in the mood to debate it. It really was a momentous occasion.<br/><br/>Spotting a little blonde head peeking around the door, the redhead smiled happily, sweetly. "Oh look, here she is now."<br/><br/>Moving gracefully over to sweep Celeste up in a big hug, Erin gently kissed the girls cheeks. "I'm so glad you could join us sweetheart! It's been so long since I've last seen you." It had been six days, to be precise. And they had talked on the phone every day between then and now. The redhead certainly didn't seem to mind in the least how tight the hug was. She made a happy little noise, resting her head on the blondes. "I love your dress, you're absolutely adorable!"<br/><br/>Taking Celeste's hand, she gently led the sweet little girl over to her spot at the table.