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Chapter 21

"I can't believe this." Angel said as she traced the baby's lace with her finger.

Collins slowly caressed Angel arm as she shook with sobs, her voice growing hoarse with each outcry. "Why do they want to torture me? Why do they have to rub it in my face?"

"I don't think that they're doing this to hurt you Angel. They want to show you how she's going to fine. Whoever sent this is trying to update you."

Angel nodded slowly as she ran out of the living room and into the bedroom. She threw herself to the floor and dove to the bottom of the bed. Pushing things out of the way, Angel found a box that had different colors of fabrics sowed onto it. Collins stood in the doorway, leaning on the doorframe. "What are ya lookin' for babe? Let me get it for you."

"No. I'm fine." The drag queen picked the box up, tucking it underneath her arm. She brushed past Collins who followed her, sitting on the arm of the couch. Opening the box, Angel took out a few small frames in the shape of hearts. "I've got 6 pictures and just enough frames!" She exclaimed happily. Collins smiled, she was happy and that was all that mattered.

Angel turned around to show Collins the frames. "They fit perfectly! Look honey!"

When Angel turned back, her hair had moved out of the way revealing the large lesion. "I see love."

Quickly, Angel placed the pictures into the frames. "Oh my goodness! Look at her! ¡Así que hermoso!" The drag queen clapped her hands as she laughed loudly, filling the room with the light that came from inside of her.

Collins' mood immediately lifted when she laughed and he grabbed some of the pictures excitedly. "Where do you want to put them Ang?"

Jumping up, Angel smiled as a few tears continued to flow. "Everywhere!"

"Tell me where!" Collins said as he laughed with Angel who grabbed one of her drum sticks and play it on the couch.

"In the bathroom on the counter, on the coffee table, on my vanity, on the kitchen counter by the coffee pot, by the windowsill and-"

"One on my desk!"

Angel ran to her boyfriend as he placed the pictures onto its respective places. "That is a wonderful idea lover."

"I can brag to my spoiled students about my niece in yellow lace." Angel watched Collins as he chuckled at himself, bringing her face to his in a sweet kiss. "Love you." Collins said as his grin widened.

"I love you too much."

As Angel walked over to the kitchen to get a slice of cheesecake, Collins slopped himself on the couch picking up the letter that Angel hadn't read yet. "Gonna read your letter Ang?"

Angel sliced a piece and placed it onto a brightly colored plate. "I don't know."

"Read it Ang."

Walking over to the couch and sitting down next to Collins, Angel looked solemnly at the letter. "Can you read it for me?"

"Sure babe." Collins slowly cleared his throat and opened the letter carefully.

The cursive was beautiful, a woman's handwriting. The stationary was pink with a beautiful floral bouquet on two corners.

To Angel-

Isn't she magnificent? She reminds us so much of Petra.

We miss her so dearly. There is no one like her and I doubt we will ever find another.

I find it wrong and inhumane for you not to see Angel and be there for her when she needs you. Even though I was told to never have contact with you whatsoever, I am writing to you in interest of your niece and your feelings.

She is a special girl Angel. She'll do great things with you by her side. Your lifestyle has nothing to do with your heart, which I know is filled with her. She's going to love you as much as you love her. This is why I am sending you a round trip plane ticket to come out here and spend the week with your niece while they family is gone. She will be in our care, and I know that you can't wait to see her.

Please call me at (555) 555-5073 so that you can set a date to come. Good luck with school, I know you're painting beautiful masterpieces.

Sonya

Collins slowly closed the letter folding it exactly how it was and placed it into it's envelop. "Wow."

"Yeah." Angel said lifting her knees to her chest. "I can't believe it."

"We'll have to figure out when you'll need to miss school-"

"I want to go next week..."

Collins turned his head quickly. "Next week Ang?"

Angel got up from her place on the couch and walked toward the bedroom. Collins followed her. "Isn't it a bit late to tell your professors Ang?"

Frantically pulling her clothes and throwing them onto the floor, Angel paced the bedroom going into drawers. "I need to go see my niece Tom! ¡Permita que mí hacer lo que yo me debo hacer maldita sea!"

Collins walked over the piles of clothes to the now crying Angel who sat in a pile of scarves. "Sweetheart, it's alright."

"No it's not! Why do they want me to see her? Why now? What are they going to do to me?"

"They're not going to do anything to you Angel. They are going to let you be with the baby. Isn't that what you want love?"

Angel nodded into Collins' shirt holding him tight around the stomach. "I'm going by myself."

This did worry him. Did they know that they were together? Why did they want Angel to come alone? What if something did happen to Angel? What if he wouldn't be there to protect her? "All you have to do is call me and I will be down there so quick your head will spin."

"You promise?"

Collins tapped the tip of Angel's nose playfully as he smiled at her. "You know I do."

Feeling her spirits lift already, Angel sat herself on top of her knees looking around her. "I've got to pick the perfect outfits for everyday!"

"That's right. We'll need to borrow a suitcase from Joanne."

Angel clapped her hands and began humming to herself. "I better call Mimi and Maureen!" Quickly getting herself up Angel ran to the door, slowing down until she collapsed to the floor.

Collins leapt to his feet, scooping the unconscious Angel in his arms. Gently the professor laid Angel onto the bed, her body even to tired to sleep correctly. He fixed her head so her neck wouldn't hurt her later and fixed her body into a more comfortable position. He didn't panic, he just watched her as her chest rose and fell with each breath. Exhausted. Absolutely exhausted. Collins did admit to himself that it had been a hard day for Angel, but he didn't expect her to collapse as she did. It must be coming soon, very soon. Quicker than he had expected.

Wiping his face of his own tiredness, Collins grabbed Angel's clothes folding them neatly and putting them back into place. The trip would have to wait, for a while at least. Collins picked up a kitchen chair and placed it next to the bed; he'd wait for her to wake up before he did anything else.

Translations:

"¡Así que hermoso!" – So Beautiful!

¡Permita que mí hacer lo que yo me debo hacer maldita sea!" – Let me do what I need to do dammit!