<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/><br/>It was so fun seeing their new little girl blush like that, knowing it was just the first of many. Being called Mommy and Daddy warmed her heart, starting to fill in that little gap she had become aware of recently, the only thing she could claim was less than perfect in her marriage to Mar. "Of course, pumpkin. Our little princess, home at last, home at last with us where you belong! Such an adorable little darling, so sweet and beautiful!" Erin could gush a little bit when she was happy, a couple of compliments here and there really wasn't anything at all compared to when the words started truly flowing.<br/><br/>Mommy was attentive enough to realize that her little Celeste had stopped instead of pulling, rewarding the girl with a gentle squeeze of the hand and murmured "Good girl. " The little blondes delight was contagious, and her antics endearing, heart melting. Celeste definitely showed every sign of fitting in perfectly, being the perfect little girl they needed. Mommy couldn't help but laugh softly at the girls sillyness. "Don't worry darling, most of them don't bite. Still a good idea not to stick your finger in the tank though. I do have timers set up for the feeding if necessary, but if possible I like to do it by hand, and I'll teach you how much and when for each species."<br/><br/>Lightly touching Celeste's hair, giving that beautiful main little comforting pets, Erin leaned into whisper quickly. "She's joked about it twice, not that I'm counting." Still, despite or because of the banter, she looked over and up at her wife, smiling the just for Mar smile. They had a truly good life together, and Erin adored her spouse, partner, and best friend. "Love you Mar. Daddy." Grinning, suddenly delighted at the new roles once more, Erin  covered her mouth with an elegant hand to hide the giggles.<br/><br/>Leading Celeste back to the table, she sat in her accustomed seat and watched the goings on, all regal, matriarch of her little family. Blinking up at Mar, slightly surprised by the question, the redhead shook her head. "Oh my no, she's much too young for that. I think she should stick with healthy beverages only. We do have some sparkling grape juice in the fridge, I believe. That will do for a celebration." Still, a slight shrug of her shoulders indicated that Daddy could make the final decision if so desired. They certainly weren't going to let Celeste be a party animal, but this was a special occasion. Erin did have a slightly wicked look on her face, enjoying the power the precious little blonde had surrendered to her new parents. Something about lovingly running the girls life definitely appealed to the naughty side of Mommy.<br/><br/>"I know we have a meeting with her Dean coming up soon, Mar my love. I've added it onto your calendar as well, with advance notice." Of course that didn't answer the question if Celeste had followed through on what Daddy had requested, so mommy turned her even gaze to the girl, waiting to see what the response was. And if Celeste would do the table setting as commanded... Mommy was betting that she would, Mar was used to giving orders and being obeyed, especially in the kitchen.<br/><br/>"As part of ensuring your school work gets done, sweetie, Daddy and I have established your bedtime at 10:00. You are forbidden from using any electronics aside from an ebook not connected to the internet past 9:00. If you need to stay out late for some sort of special occasion, giving us plenty of advance notice significantly increases your chances of getting our approval. Showing up at home or to class 5 minutes past the deadline is not good enough. Not at all. Do you understand my little darling?" Mommy was keeping the tone light enough, though with enough sternness to make it clear that this was a pronouncement, not any form of a debate or negotiating. Celeste had rules, and they would be enforced. That was part of the agreement, what everyone involved needed for various reasons