LET ME EXAPLAIN SOMETHING.
Cosmo's father was turned into a fly by him when Cosmo was little (assuming you all saw the episode). And since a fly's lifespan is usually 21 days or less, his dad died soon.
Wanda's mother died in a godparenting accident long ago, when Wanda was little. (That's based off my fanfic "Fallen Darkness", which I still need to finish )
They both loved their parents dearly, and miss them greatly.
GO, FANFIC, GO!
If only the day wasn't so cloudy, but was just light enough not to pour down rain. If only the school day had been uncharacteristically boring, and seemingly dragged on longer than usual. If only the small things wouldn't seem to matter; maybe a broken pencil tip during a test or the books spilling from a backpack wouldn't seem to make all happiness end in a heartbeat.
If only the day didn't seem so miserable.
Shuffling feet beat on the sidewalk's cement, determining the end of unfortunate leaves with a satisfying crunch.
Late fall breezes turned nose and cheek pink on contact, making him shiver. At an early 4:30 of the afternoon, the sky had already taken to a pink on the horizon, quickly followed by a darker blue. If it wasn't for an undeserved detention, he would've been home before the nightfall. The boy huffed a cloud of hot air in anger. Stupid Crocker. Why did he have to be stuck with a psychotic teacher like him?
He didn't even earn the detention on fair grounds! Only because he wouldn't admit to owning a trio of magical flying creatures that no other human, besides fellow godkids, really knew about. How unfair.
Even on the lonely trek home, there just didn't seem to be enough time to decipher his whirling thoughts, so why even try to begin?
Cosmo and Wanda had no troubles agreeing with him allowing them to stay home to tend to an overly-cranky Poof. Heaven knows why the child just couldn't stop crying and go to sleep after waking the two fairies and child up at 3 in the morning. Fatigue: just another attribute to this wonderful day.
He sighed again, ignoring the horrible droplets starting to fall from the heavy sky.
If only the crying hadn't woken them around 3 in the morning. If only their child didn't need to be changed right after putting on a new diaper. If only Poof didn't seem to need to be fed and rocked every hour, every minute, every second, every MOMENT.
Sighing, the woman laid the child down as he had finally fallen asleep for the first time since early that morning. Both husband and wife could not understand how Poof was able to keep up the charade of a cranky child for more than eight hours straight. Despite how many times of being rocked, feedings, changings, or even trying to distract him with a toy, their baby just couldn't keep a grip of peace and quiet.
Her husband flew from the window-side fishbowl, arms full of toys that make noise, and some just squishy and ready to cuddle. He placed them on their godchild's bed at the sight of their sleeping child in the floating crib. Cosmo flew over to embrace his wife. His arms circled around Wanda, and she did the same around his waist, placing her head on his chest.
"Sorry I had to leave you for a bit," Cosmo whispered quietly, making them sway back and forth comfortingly.
"It's okay. We needed the groceries and stuff for the baby," Wanda sighed, closing her eyes contently.
He nodded and rested his head on Wanda's, sighing. He still couldn't help feel guilty leaving his poor wife to care for a whiny infant for nearly two hours as he ran around fairy world, even if it was to her request.
The bedroom door slammed open quickly, causing both fairies to jump in surprise, but soon calmed when they realized it was only their pink-clad godchild, who just so happened to be damp from hat to water-filled shoe. He threw his backpack and sopping wet hat to the nearest corner of the bedroom, ignoring the loud skid and rumbling of textbooks. Yet, both fairies twitched at the sudden noise, but relaxed when it didn't seem to phase their sleeping charge. They swear, if they had to go through what they did since that morning all over again, especially so soon, they would have no troubles helping each other pull out their hair in frustration.
"I hate rainy days," Timmy sulked dryly, not caring that his soaking clothes quickly wetted the sheets.
"I told you to wear a jacket. But you didn't listen to me, as usual." Wanda claimed with some hint of irritation, waving her wand to dry the hat, backpack, and sheets while also poofing him in dry pajamas.
"Shut up." Timmy hissed, climbing under the covers. Instead of the usual 'I-know-you're-right-so-leave-it-at-that' tone, his voice held some true venom in his demand, causing Wanda and Cosmo to wince.
"No need for the attitude, Timmy. She did tell you to wear something in case of rain," Cosmo fiddled with his tie, feeling a natural need to defend his wife against such remarks.
Timmy's voice easily thickened with disdain, "If only I could care less…"
"Timmy Turner, do not be so disrepectful towards us! We were only trying to help you this morning. You were the one that decided not to listen this morning." Wanda snapped, clearly disapproving of his attitude.
"Well, I didn't even ask for your guys' help, so next time you can just leave me alone," Timmy snapped back, snuggling deeper into the bed sheets.
"Well, hehe, the irony is that you didn't ask us, but you're still blaming us," Cosmo chuckled uncomfortably, upset by the oncoming argument.
"Shut up, Cosmo."
This simple command was enough to send Wanda over the edge.
"Well, Master Turner. We'll be sure to serve you better next time. Of course, you do deserve better godparents than us. But until we can be replaced by more suitable fairies for your requests, we'll do our best to make you happy."
Timmy groaned and sat up to face them with a scowl on his face.
The two fairies and child looked towards the bedroom door. Mrs. Turner seemed to be calling up to him.
"Timmy! Time for dinner!"
Timmy hopped up from his and stalked towards the doorway, sending his fairies a glare and turning his nose up to walk out. Cosmo and Wanda exchanged tired glares and sighed.
"What's for dinner?" Timmy inquired, plopping his butt in the chair at the table. He ignored the pink and green salt and pepper shakers that appeared at random on the table.
"Meatloaf and vegetables!" His mom proudly held up the tray from out of the oven and set it on the table.
"Gross," He mumbled just low enough for his mom not to hear, but he avoided the glare from his two fairies.
The dinner proceeded in silence, with Mr. Turner flipping through the pages of the newspaper. Timmy's mother turned to her son.
"How was school today, Timmy?" She beamed at him lovingly.
Timmy didn't bother to lift his stare, "Horrible. Terrible. Miserable. One of the worst." He stabbed at his food viciously.
Mrs. Turner's happy expression faded into one of sadness, disappointed by her son's lack of enthusiasm.
"May I be excused?" Timmy abruptly stood from his chair, glaring. His sudden movement nearly knowck over his chair, but lurched the table forward slightly.
Both of his parents nodded as he ran out of the kitchen and up the stairs.
Timmy ignored the sudden outburst from Wanda the second he entered his room after dinner. He just flopped down on his bed tiredly, his mood clearly not lifting.
"Timmy Turner!" Wanda repeated angrily.
He ignored her again.
"I know you're having a bad day, but you mustn't be so rude to your own parents!"
He got up from his bed and stalked up to her furiously, face inches from hers.
"If they didn't annoy me so much, I wouldn't have a problem!"
Timmy saw both Cosmo and Wanda open their mouths in protest, and quickly shouted out before they could respond.
"I wish you two couldn't speak to me unless I say otherwise!"
The wish was instantly granted, and both fairies' mouths seemed to glue shut the second they tried to respond. Timmy sneered almost evilly.
"I knew you two were going to try and tell me I'm wrong, that I have it 'better off' than a lot of kids. Well, the problem is that I don't! And you guys wouldn't even understand!"
Tears formed in his eyes, his mood feeling like it had taken over his sanity. Wanda reached out and made a sound of comfort, not able to actually say anything more. Yet, he pulled away.
"You guys wouldn't understand! And after knowing you both for so long, I know you both don't even have two parents to deal with!"
Wanda gasped and pulled her hand back. Cosmo stood wide-eyed and his eyes filled with tears.
"I bet you annoyed them to death."
The temperature of the room appeared to drop dramatically. Cosmo and Wanda floated as still as statues, eyes watering. Timmy had instantly regretted his comment, and reached out to them.
Both ignored him and Wanda picked up Poof, turning to her husband. She wiped away a few tears.
"Come on, Wanda," Cosmo sobbed carefully, holding his wife by wrapping his arms around her and their son.
They ignored their godchild's plea as they hurriedly poofed out of the child's room.