So a fandom I haven't touched yet! Despite all I've written about Brave, Coco is one of my favorite Pixar movie and I never really wrote anything about it. This is just a cute what if (and I guess kind of pointless lol) fic that I had in the back of my mind. I found a little of everything I wanted to read in numerous fics. I found myself reading a lot of fics in this fandom lately and thought to take a swing at it. I might have enough written for another but we'll see.

Enjoy!


"I can't do this without your songs Hector," said Ernesto as he lunged for the suitcase.

Now

"Is that what you want? This tour was just for me to write you songs wasn't it?" said Hector coldly controlling his urge to scream at his friend, or rather now, former friend. He put his foot down ready to run if he had to. It stung as he sat his suitcase back down and took the song book in his hands. The warm leather bound journal may have meant something to him, but it was nothing compared to what he had with Imelda and Coco. "If you want my songbook, fine."

Hector pushed it against his friend's chest, almost knocking him over. Ernesto's jaw had dropped at the sudden motion. "Here is the song book since you want it so bad. If it's a price I have to pay to be with my wife and daughter, so be it."

He took his guitar and spun on his heel out and dramatically slammed the door behind him. He didn't look back as he gripped his guitar case and ran to the train station.

That felt… Hector wasn't sure what to think as he felt his head spinning. I have to get to Coco and Imelda, he thought, barely remembering that he bought a ticket and the train ride home. He wondered if Coco had changed that much. Has she gotten taller? Would the pink ribbon for her hair in his suitcase even be her favorite color anymore?

Half way through the ride home he realized that Ernesto never bothered to even follow him. He got what he wanted, thought Hector bitterly. Part of him wondered if he'd be able to hand over his guitar if it came down to that as he clutched it tighter in his hand.

Instead he thought about what he'd say to Imelda. Maybe he'd put up his guitar, as if it would prove it to her he wasn't going to leave again. He could make it up to her as he rummaged around for the key to the front door.

"Hector?" said a voice as he placed his guitar next to the door as soon as he got inside.

"Papa!" shouted Coco as she raced to him.

"Coco!" he said, dropping his bags and swung his daughter into his arms, her braids flying. He tightly hugged her to his chest as she hugged him back. Taking in her scent he squeezed her determined to never let her go. "You have no idea how much I missed you. I'm never going to leave again."

"I really missed you too," said Coco. "This is the best surprise ever! You're just in time for our song."

"I wouldn't have missed that for the world," he said, pushing her braid behind her head. "Why don't you get ready for bed then? I'll be there to tuck you in okay?"

"Okay," she said brightly, skipping to her room excited to finally have her papa home.

Taking in a breath he turned to his brilliant and beautiful wife who stood there with her arms crossed. Once they heard Coco's bedroom door close she turned to him with a fury in her eyes. Imelda looked just as beautiful standing there angry more so than usual. She looked the same as he left her; her dark hair in a tightly braided bun, her purple skirt, white square neck blouse with a yellow sash. What surprised him was the brown work apron as if she was going back to work after dinner.

"You look breathtaking mi amor," he said, going to hug her. Imelda's lips pursed and in a straight line as she put a hand up.

"It's been five months Hector," she said her eyes darkening and a serious look on her face, "Is this just a stop along the way for you? Is Ernesto out there ready to take you away again?"

He let out a low chuckle as he took her hand. She didn't try to pull away from him as he kissed it, peppering more kisses along her arm until he reached her cheek. A faint blush on her cheeks as she squirmed but didn't push away. His other hand taking hers lacing their fingers together. He missed this. Holding his wife, kissing her, lustful thoughts ran through his brain proving how much he loved her.

"Of course not, it's not like I can go on a tour anymore if I don't have a song book. Can you believe it? He told me "I can't do this without your songs Hector" when I said I wanted to go home. I gave him my book and left not even looking back. I want to be here with you and Coco and not some famous singer."

The hard look on her face faltered as her bright brown eyes flickered to his guitar. He chuckled softly and kissed her forehead.

"If you told me to put my guitar away forever I would mi amor," said Hector, his forehead resting against hers. "If you want me to lock it in the attic and forget I would. If you wanted me to destroy the guitar I would. If you wanted me to throw the pieces into the fire for kindling I would. If you wanted me to…"

"You really gave him your song book," she said, her voice small yet had an edge to it.

"I really gave him my song book," said Hector, smiling down at her. "You and Coco are more important to me and I'll never regret that. I can write you and Coco new songs and we'll always have our special version. I could write something special for Coco's quinceanera. Music may be my passion but I love you more than music. Imagine us making shoes together with our familia. No dejaré de quererte."

"No dejaré de quererte," she said, pressing her body against him in a tight hug.

"Of course I could prove it even more once Coco is asleep mi amor. I think she mentioned wanting a brother or sister," he said, kissing her deeply, letting go of her hands to snake his arm around her waist. His other held behind her head as she wrapped her arms around him.

"Papa," said a small voice from the door.

Hurried they pulled apart as Imelda fixed herself up to look more presentable.

"I'm coming Coco," he said, winking at Imelda.

They had a lot of catching up to do as Imelda sighed watching them go. A smile crept on her face as she slipped the guitar and suitcase in the hall closet. Humming to herself she headed to their bedroom. He could unpack later.