summary: Daya is sick. Bosco helps their kid make a get better soon card.
a/n: this is in the same universe as this fic. i'm calling it the momsco au. also, i have a few other ideas for this au and i'm open to requests if anyone wants to see anything specific or hcs or whatever
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Daya has another coughing fit as she sits on the couch next to Bosco, watching Myra play with her Barbies.
“You sound like shit,” Bosco says once she stops coughing.
“Thanks,” Daya says sarcastically, throat sore and voice hoarse.
“I’m saying it with love, I promise.” Bosco pats Daya’s hand. “You should go lay down.”
That sounds amazing. Daya is tired and achy and all she wants to do right now is sleep.
“But Myra–”
“I can keep an eye on Myra.”
“Are you sure?”
“Am I sure that I can take care of our daughter while you take a nap? Yeah, I’m sure.”
Even through her brain fog, Daya’s heart still clenches at the way Bosco calls Myra ‘our daughter.’
Sure, Bosco had told her they would be there for her, for them, and Daya believed her. At least for the most part. There was still a little part of Daya that hadn’t really known if things would change once the pregnancy became an actual baby.
But Bosco is the best co-parent Daya ever could’ve wished for, and they have been since the day Myra was born.
“Yeah, duh,” Daya chuckled, which set her off into yet another coughing fit. “Okay, I’m gonna go lay down.”
“I’d kiss you, but…” They wave their hands in Daya’s general direction. “You know.”
Daya rolls her eyes as she stands up and heads to their bedroom. She falls asleep almost as soon as her head hits the pillow, and she doesn’t wake up until Bosco starts shaking her sometime later.
“Hello, beautiful. You look absolutely gorgeous,” Bosco says with a smile once Daya opens her eyes.
“Yeah right,” Daya snorts. She knows that she never looks good when she’s sick, and if she looks anything like she feels right now, she definitely looks like shit.
“Have I ever lied to you?”
“Yes,” she says and Bosco laughs.
“Well, I’m not lying now. I promise.”
“What time is it?” Daya asks, rubbing her eyes and sitting up. Their room looks a lot darker than it had before.
“Time for dinner. Are you hungry?”
Right on cue, Daya’s stomach growls. She follows Bosco out to the kitchen where Myra is sitting at the table with paper and crayons in front of her.
“Hi, Mommy!” she says and smiles her adorable smile at Daya.
“Hi, MyMy! What are you drawing?”
“I made you a card. Momsco helped me!” Myra hands the card over once Daya is standing next to her at the table. “It says get better soon, Mommy.”
Daya looks down at the card and tears prick at her eyes when she sees a picture of their family. Daya’s stick figure is the tallest and Myra is in between her and Bosco. Inside there are some scribbles and the letter M.
“Thank you so much, baby. I love it.” Daya doesn’t know how she got so lucky to be blessed with such an awesome daughter.
Daya takes a seat at the table as Bosco serves up dinner. While they eat, Myra tells Daya about the party her Barbies had earlier and how Bosco was the DJ. Daya doesn’t know how she got so lucky to be blessed with such an amazing partner either.
“Why don’t you go get your pjs on, and then I’ll come in to tuck you in and read you a story tonight,” Bosco tells Myra as they clear the table and load the dishwasher.
“Okay, Momsco,” Myra agrees and dashes off toward her room.
“Did you really get our kid to call you Momsco?” Daya asks Bosco once they’re alone in the kitchen.
“It’s great, right?” Bosco asks with a cheesy grin.
“You’re ridiculous,” Daya shakes her head and starts laughing. The laughter unfortunately sets her off coughing again.
“Hopefully Myra’s card works and you get better soon, because I really want to kiss you, but not when you’re coughing like that.”
Daya rolls her eyes and picks up Myra’s card. She smiles at the picture again, and opens it up.
“This says M.”
“It’s the only letter she can write,” Bosco says with a shrug. “But she’s got the spirit.”
Daya can’t argue with that.
“Now, you go put your pjs on too, and I’ll come tuck you in once Myra’s asleep.”
after seeing bosco bending over and crawling on stage and taking her clothes off? i am not, I haven’t been able to do anything today but re watch the videos and cry because i wanna see her again already
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