The Punk's Princess

Thirty-Nine

One month later

Bosco never really thought she'd get used to this. And she was right. She wasn't used to it, because everyday was so special to her.

Every morning she woke up next to Daya, who held her as if they had spent years apart. Then she'd get up to feed Fendi her breakfast, which was what she had decided to do herself. Daya always told her she didn't have to worry about doing that, but Bosco always insisted that she wanted to. Maddy always had an extra cup of coffee made for her and sitting on the counter. Bosco had never asked her to do that, she just did it. Bosco thought it was nice. Then after that she'd get her morning cuddles from Daya until the taller girl was fully awake.

Bosco liked her morning routine.

Afternoons were always fun. Daya worked on her music and Bosco worked on her art in the next room over. Or Daya would work out in her gym and Bosco got to watch. She could stare at her girlfriend's muscles all she wanted and nobody could judge her. There was no way she was going to pick up the weights herself though. That was Daya's job.

Late night skinny dipping in the pool was quite common. Making out under the stars and the pretty lights Daya hung up outside was even more common. Bosco treasured every touch, every whispered compliment, every loving look, she treasured it all. There was no way she could ever give this up.

"You're doing alright? Physically, mentally, and emotionally?" Angie's voice said from Bosco's phone one afternoon. Her friend was busy in her art room, finishing up the painting on the wall she had started. It was more like multiple paintings, but they all came together into something she was extremely proud of.

"I'm better than ever, Angie. I promise." Bosco smiled when she finished up the last detail. She placed her paintbrush down and picked up her phone to face her friend on the screen again. "And I finally finished this project. You ready to see it?"

"Of course I am. It's all you've been talking about." Angie responded, a small smile on her face.

Bosco stood back so she could get the whole wall in frame, holding her phone up and flipping the camera around. It was silent before Angie spoke again. "...Woah."

"Do you think she's gonna like it?" Bosco asked. "I know it's kind of a lot, but I worked really hard on it."

"She's going to love it." Angie said, still looking at what her friend had painted. "I don't know how you managed to do all that in only a month."

Bosco looked down at her paint covered arms and clothes. "A lot of dedication." She answered. "I think I'm gonna bring her up to show her."

"You should. I'll leave you be." Angie said. Any problems or worries she might've had about Bosco being with Daya were long gone. She had never seen her friend so happy before in her life. "I'll talk to you later."

Bosco smiled, saying goodbye to Angie before she whistled for Fendi. The dog quickly lifted her head up from the dog bed in the corner of the room, watching her second mom open the door and beckon for her to follow. "Come on, let's go find Daya."

Fendi sprung up and followed her out of the room. There was no music in the hallway and the light in the music room was off, so Bosco went downstairs. There she found Maddy knocked out at the table with her laptop open in front of her and papers surrounding her, but no Daya. She hummed, walking over to her girlfriend's assistant to tuck the blanket that had fallen off of her back over her shoulders before she went to where she knew Daya would be.

Fendi followed her to the back patio door. Bosco smiled when she slid it open and looked out towards one of the pool chairs. Daya laid back on it, water droplets decorating her skin that Bosco could've sworn was sparkling in the sunlight. She walked over as quietly as possible, practically jumping onto Daya's hips and making her squeak in surprise.