Three hearts, one home (Dayasco)

Just wrestling?

Bosco hangs up the phone and looks at Daya with a smile. "Well we are officially a barman and a dancer," she said with a grin. Although Daya would be lying if he said he was excited about the idea of Bosco doing burlesque again, he knew they both needed to take what they could get to keep their heads above water.

Daya nods, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Well, I guess we're going to be quite the dynamic duo then aren't we," he teases, trying to lighten the mood.

Bosco giggles, the sound music to his ears as she settles down into his lap, her legs straddling him. She leans into his chest, the warmth of her body seeping into him as she wraps her arms around his neck. The smell of her hair, like a mix of lavender and vanilla, fills his nostrils, soothing him in a way nothing else ever could.

"But seriously," he says, his voice still tinged with humor. "We're going to have to sit Tyler down and tell him that he'll be the one watching Molly at night for the next little bit."

Bosco nods, her smile fading slightly as she considers the reality of their situation. "You think he'll be okay with it?" she asks, her voice a soft whisper.

Daya sighs, his arms tightening around her. "I don't know," he admits. "But he's going to have to be if he wants food on the table and a roof over his head."

The sound of the front door opening breaks their conversation, and both their heads turn to see Molly walking in. Her face is flushed from the cold outside, her cheeks pink with excitement. "Hey, you guys!" she calls out, her voice filled with the boundless energy of a pre-teen who's just escaped the confines of school.

Daya's smile widens as he watches her enter the room, her backpack sliding off her shoulders to hit the floor with a thud. "Hey, Mols," he calls back, his voice warm and welcoming.

Molly's eyes flick to Bosco, then back to Daya, her gaze questioning. She can feel the change in the air, the tension that wasn't there before. She takes a few steps closer, her eyes searching his face. "What's going on?" she asks, her voice tentative.

Daya takes a deep breath, his arms tightening around Bosco slightly. "Well, Mols," he begins, his voice gentle. "Bosco and I got jobs at the bar down the street."

Molly's eyes widen, her cheeks flushing a bright red. "What?" she squeaks, her voice a mix of excitement and disbelief. "That's so cool!"

But then reality hits her, and her expression falls. "Wait," she says, her voice dropping to a whisper. "Does that mean you're going to be gone at night?"

Daya nods, his heart heavy with the weight of her disappointment. "Yeah, honey," he murmurs, his voice filled with regret. "It's just until we can get the bookstore back up and running. But Tyler will be here to look after you it's all right."

Molly's expression falls, and she crosses her arms over her chest. "But I don't want Tyler," she whispers, her eyes filling with tears. "I want you or Bosco."

Daya's heart clenches at the sight of her sadness, but he keeps his voice steady. "I know you do, sweetheart," he says, his eyes soft with understanding. "But Tyler's going to do a great job, and we'll only be a phone call away if you need anything."

Molly sniffs, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "But what if there's an emergency...a girl emergency and I need Bosco." she asks, her voice trembling.

Daya's eyes flick to Bosco, the question in his gaze unspoken. Bosco nods, her own eyes filled with understanding. "I'd be home as soon as I could be," she promises, her voice gentle.

Molly nods, but the tension in her shoulders doesn't ease. Daya can see the fear in her eyes, the worry that something might happen and she'll be stuck with Tyler. He knows that she loves her brother, but after the events of last night, he understands her hesitation.