A/N: So the premise is that Angel and Collins have a child because Angel's sister dies and leaves her daughter in the hands of the two people. Have fun! And I've decided to start using different names that Angel and Collins call each other. I've seen Angelcake and Tommykins sooooo many times, I've decided to try something new! So Collins calls Angel "querido" (lover) and Angel calls him "mi rey." (my king)

The idea for Collins' name goes to . She used "my king" and "my queen" first and deserves the credit for the names.

Disclaimer: I'm still not Jonathan Larson.

"Angel? I'm home!" Collins called as he hung up his coat. He heard a sniffle and a choked sob. "Angel?" He walked over to their bedroom and found Angel curled up in a ball on their bed, sobbing so hard he was shaking. He rushed to his side. "Baby, are you okay? What's wrong?"

"M-m-m-my s-sister d-d-d-d-died," he sobbed, grabbing onto Collins' shirt and crying into it. "She-she was in a c-car accident."

"Oh, my gosh, Angel," he said, pulling him closer as he sat on the bed. He just sat there, holding his lover, waiting for the tears to stop. He muttered a "shhh" or an "It'll be okay" every once in a while, but mostly he just held him.

Angel woke up the next morning still in Collins' arms, and saw his tear stained shirt. He felt his eyes prick like he would start crying, but he couldn't. His eyes wouldn't let him. Instead, he just pressed as close as atomically possible to Collins.

"Are you okay now, querido?" Collins asked, pretty much still asleep.

"I think so. I can't believe she's gone though. Mi rey, what am I going to do without my sister?"

"It'll be okay Angel. I promise. Now, we should get ready. I'm taking you to your mother's house. You need to be with her today," he said, gently moving Angel with him as he got up.

"You're right. My poor Mami," Angel said sadly.

"Do you know what? I'll get your clothes ready. Dress or street?"

"Street. I don't want to put the effort in."

Not wanting to upset him, Collins got out a blue pin-striped shirt and gray slacks.

Angel dressed in a daze and they left for the Dumott-Schunard home.

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After meeting with his mother for hours, Angel found himself, Collins, and the rest of his small family at the lawyer's office.

"Your daughter made a video will, and wanted me to show it to you all," the lawyer said. She put in the VHS and hit play. Karina Dumott-Schunard appeared on the screen.

"Hi everyone. I know what it mean if you're watching this, but please don't dwell on the fact that I'm gone. I love you all and want you to get one with your lives. Anyway, I guess I'll tell you what is going to whom. I want all of my money to help Mami with the house and for medicine and whatever else you need. It's not much but it'll help. As for my stuff, keep the important things, like me jewelry and photos, but you can decide what happens to the furniture and clothes.

"One last thing. Angel, I want you and Collins to take care of Annabelle. I know you guys will take the best care of her as possible, and will give my beautiful daughter more than enough love and knowledge than she will ever need. I guess that's it. Remember that I love you, and I hope that I don't see you too soon. Bye."

The tape cut off.

A/N: So that was short, but I think I'll have fun writing this. Great. I'm adding yet another story to my large pile of "Need Updates." Anyway, review pretty please.