A/N: Here's a little Bo and Rosie one shot.
Enjoy!
"Hey mom?"
I look up at my daughter focusing on her homework on the table in front of her, "Yeah Rosie?"
She huffs and throws her pencil down in frustration, "Can I take a break? All of this is giving me a headache and mamma isn't home to help me."
"I'm sorry honey, I wish I was as smart as your mother but I don't think anybody can be smarter than her computer brain." I chuckle and extend an arm to my teenage daughter. "Come on, we'll go watch a movie until your mamma gets home."
Rosie looks at me with a very Lauren smile and nods, "As long as you don't make me watch those romantic movies Auntie K told me about."
I scoff and frown as we make our way to the couch in the living room, "What's wrong with my romantic movies?"
Rose shakes her head with a smirk, "Nothing ma, you just live a romantic movie so why would you keep watching them?"
I flop down on the couch and Rose goes to our movie shelf to find something to watch.
"Hmph, I'm gonna have to tell your Aunt K that she needs to stop dissing my style."
"Well if it makes you feel any better she's always talking about my girlfriend and how much she doesn't like her." Rose scoffs.
"Oh yeah, how are you guys doing by the way? I know you started off kinda kinda."
My daughter shrugs as she scans the movie rack for something to watch, "We are alright. She doesn't really want to come out to her parents, or anybody for that matter, because she doesn't want to be judged." she shrugs again and gives me a sad smile. "It's been seven months and four days, she says she loves me but if she really did she wouldn't act so ashamed to show it. Even her friends just think we are really close."
"Well...maybe you just need to be patient. Her parents probably aren't as accepting as me and your mother are. Both of us know what it's like to have to hide who you really are from your parents. Maybe she's just afraid that if she tells them or somebody does it for her that they'll keep her from you, and if she has any sense she wouldn't want that at all."
Rose pulls out a few movies and stands, "I know but ma, what if she is just ashamed of me? I understand that she might not feel comfortable with telling other people but does she have to flirty with guys in front of me then expect me to just be okay with it?" she sighs and goes to the tv, starting up the movie. "Maybe I should give her an ultimatum. She can either keep doing what she doing, flirting and actually going out on dates with these guys, or I can just stop seeing her."
I look at my daughter with wide eyes, "She actually going out on dates with these guys?" I ask and she nods.
"That's what she's doing right now actually." Rose smile sadly and makes her way over to the couch, flopping down next to me and laying her head in my lap.
"Sweetheart I think I'm going to have to go with your Aunt K on this one. You deserve better than that. She may have to keep up a reputation for her friends and family but actually going on dates with these guys is taking it too far." I shake my head and thread my fingers through her hair. "You may not think so but she defiantly doesn't deserve you. She doesn't accept herself the way I see it, because if she did she wouldn't have a problem with at least telling her friends."
"Exactly!" Rose stresses, "And her friends are all pro-choice, pro-love and all that jazz. Plus they know I'm into chicks and that I have two moms. They think it's cool and they are constantly asking to meet you guys. So what's her problem?"
I shrug and lean down to kiss her head, "I don't know sweetheart but I think you should listen to what your head is telling you this time and not your heart."
I watch my daughters face as her eyes glass over and her lip starts to quiver before she looks up at me, looking so much like my little girl from ten years ago. "Why doesn't she love me ma? What's so wrong with me that she doesn't want to tell them? Why am I not enough?" she asks and starts to sob.
I quickly pull her into my lap and she buries her face into my hair, "You're more than enough Rose. She's the one missing out if she's crazy enough to let what her parents and friends think dictate what she feels for you. You're the whole garden babydoll and she's just a flower. She should be honored to be a part of you." I lean back and bring my daughter teary face to mine and kiss her forehead, "You are enough you hear me? Don't let anybody make you feel like you aren't."
She just nods and buries her face back into my hair, "Can we just lay here? I've always liked cuddling up with you. Even when I was little." she asks softly, blushing a little.
"Sure thing sweetheart. Do you wanna lay down? I don't think there's anything wrong with wanting to cuddle up with your mommy every now and then." I chuckle, "Even when you get older we can still cuddle whenever you'd like." I kiss her temple and she laughs softly.
"I'd like to lay down. Maybe when mamma gets home we can order Chinese and sleep down here tonight? If I go to my room I'm gonna be freaking out and I'd rather melt down with you guys than by myself." she suggests as I stretch out on the couch and she lays down on top of me, her head resting on my chest and her hands curling under her chin. She always reminded me of a cat when she did that, especially when she was a baby.
"When your mom gets here we'll see how she's feeling about that. For now lets just enjoy the movie mkay?"
She nods, "I love you ma."
"I love you too sweetheart."