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"And then, we went to this café we call the Life-I'll take you their sometime. We all sang and danced around-she was the best dancer." Collins paused to take a breath, and looked at the infant in his arms. He was amazing. Long black curls, sky-blue eyes….

He had known the child he was getting. The Home had been making sure he was a "fit parent" for the past year. Today had just been finalizing it. A last few forms to sign, and getting the baby.

The baby. His baby. This was his child. He couldn't believe it. He finally had a child.

It had started out as just something in Angel's memory. But now, he knew that it wasn't just for her. He wanted to protect a child from a childhood he had, of being dragged from foster home to foster home. But most of all, he wanted a child of his own. To raise, to teach, to love. To love him.

He sat on the subway, holding his baby, telling him stories about his ten wonderful months with Angel.

When they got home, Collins gently placed the baby in the crib he had bought. He stared down at the boy. He had given him the best name he could think of. It had been Angel's given name, her boy name. He knew Angel hadn't liked it, but anything tied to Angel was beautiful to him.

"Good night, Alvaro," he said.


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