<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>Hungry, pleased, aroused.<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 was nibbling her delicious food,  cheerfully watching the two most important people in her life plot and wink, like they were attempting to be subtle. It was cute, and Erin was deeply enjoying seeing how her wife bonded with their precious new daughter. She couldn't resist leaning in to give a gentle shoulder bump, a soft sign of affection. The redhead wanted Celeste to know she wasn't in trouble, and that mommy and daddy cared for her very much. The poor little sweetheart was just so adorable pouty!<br/><br/>And then there was a slip, a lapse in manners. Erin knew that it wasn't really the little girl's fault, that her biological parents had been pretty terrible. So Mommy wasn't mad, not this time, no matter that her eyebrows tightened slightly in disapproval. Little Celeste had to be taught, shown the right way.  The redhead wasn't going to make a big deal of it, not the first time. Not on their first night. So all Mommy did was hand the little blonde another napkin with only a tiny point to the look. If her daughter didn't get the hint, there was always next time. Corrective task done, her small frown melted into a smile. "I'll be sure to read you some as bedtime stories then." The ones that weren't too scary, of course. Erin was thoughtful like that.<br/><br/>The elegant woman couldn't help but preen a little, always so happy with Mar's attention, her praise, their relationship. Her wife was amazing, uplifting, and Mommy was perfectly happy to share such wonderful support with their little girl. Celeste needed them, and Mommy was hopeful they could give the precious little one everything.<br/><br/>"Cheesecake is a wonderful choice! Daddy makes sure it's all perfect. It's not up to me at all though, Daddy has banned me from the kitchen." Her giggle indicated that wasn't the least bit true, that she was just being silly. Though it was unquestionably, absolutely her wife's domain, and Erin mostly only helped to spend time together with Mar, or on special occasions, or to make sure her wife ate after a long day cooking for her real job.<br/><br/>Those blue blue eyes lit up with undisguised lust, her head already nodding at the suggestion. Mommy loved most treats, especially made by her wife... Mar's secret ingredient was always love. The older blonde absolutely knew how to get Erin's attention! "That sounds perfect. Are you going to use the liquid nitrogen? Why don't you show Celeste that, it's really cool." Inadvertent pun aside, the educator was clearly enthusiastic about mixing science into their culinary experiences.<br/><br/>"Daddy's main love language is food." She whispered to her daughter's ear, loud enough that Mar should be able to hear. There was just a tiny grin on her face, but she was mostly intent on the way her hand looked on her little girl's shoulder.