<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/6a/3e/c3/6a3ec373b16998b7152f9c4ebd47b3b6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Mar Sinclair<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>June 1st, 9pm<br/><strong>Location:</strong>View of Mar's, Chef's table -> Car<br/><strong>Mood:</strong>Excited<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Erin<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Honestly, it was difficult to hold back a little chuckle when Celeste had her little tantrums. Whether it was toward her mother, over submitting her phone every night, or toward herself, over mandated curfew. She just seemed so sweet and innocent. Part of her had thought that it would be strange to enforce rules over a young woman. But with Celeste, it just felt natural. Hell, she had even thought of Erin and herself as the girl's actual parents, just now! The feeling was exciting, and she looked forward to exploring it. Especially if she was exploring it with Erin.<br/>Whom she looked up to, as the other woman was paying attention to their daughter, as a warm smile shone on her face.<br/>After all, Erin was the only woman Mar would ever want to have a little girl with...and share a little girl with.<strong>"Eat up, sweetheart. We'll discuss it later."</strong>She was still wearing that warm smile, as she spoke to Celeste. But there was also a subtle tone in her voice that came from years of running some of the toughest lines in the country, that told anyone that daddy meant what she was saying.<br/><br/>Mar really wasn't that hungry, more thirsty. It was generally hard to have an appetite right after you finished cooking all day. Something about preparing over a hundred meals just had a way of taking her out of the eating mood. So she mostly picked at her fish, encouraging the other two girl's to try another bite of it, and sipped her wine as she watched, with glowing pride, her wife and their daughter enjoying every bite they took.<br/>This was what success felt like. The people you loved, loving what you do. She really couldn't imagine a better feeling.<br/><br/>Except maybe all the things that were in line to feel as the night went on. Maybe that too was why she was less hungry. She was just excited. Excited to spend more quality time with her wife and daughter, in the privacy of their home. Even the privacy of the back of their car may be pretty exciting.<br/>Speaking of which: Mar felt her phone vibrate in her pocket. Dragging it out she checked the message she got. It was from the car service, letting her know the ride she had arranged had arrived for them. She hadn't called for anything fancy, like a limo, but it did have a privacy window between the front and back, just in case things got a little more fun before they even arrived at home. Better safe than sorry, right?<br/><br/><strong>"Oh, hey babe, looks like our ride home is here…"</strong>she said as she looked up from her phone to Erin.<strong>"...think you're about ready to hit the road?...and check out your new home?"</strong>the second part was directed specifically at Celeste, with an excited wink.<br/>The front of the house had already been cleaned and locked up. So when they left, Mar directed them through the kitchen. She led the way, holding Celeste's hand, after all, she was the one who had never been this way before. She had led Erin through the back of the house numerous times. It was just faster when there was a crowd, and sort of made her feel like one of the gangsters in those old mafia movies.<br/><br/>The car was waiting for them right out the back door. Just what Mar had asked for: nothing too fancy, but still slick and practically glowing with the reflection of the street lights in the night. Mar made sure to get there first and open the back door for the other two.<br/><strong>"Ladies."</strong>She said with a cheeky grin.