Thank you so much for the reviews, favorites, and follows! I've never had this kind of reception and I am so happy! Two of you corrected me on Coco's real name, which is actually Socorro and I updated chapter one. Moreover, the director of Coco just confirmed on Twitter that Hector was only 19 when Coco was born, which makes things even more tragic. He was literally my age (23-24) when he was murdered.

B/c some of you were wondering, this is going to be a 5-7 chapter story so far. It all depends where my imagination takes me. We have a whole lifetime to cover after all. ;)

I have other stories that I'm extremely behind of and plus I'm moving to Florida next month to begin my internship with Disney World (AHHHHHHHH!), so please

please be patient. I do not know when I'll be done.

And while we're on topic, I write stories on the app Episode. My two stories are "It's All Greek Love to Me" (almost done with it) and "MYSTERIOUS: Trouble in Paradise" and a third story "The Princess Switcheroo," which I am just now beginning. Please check them out!

Two weeks after Coco was born, Ernesto and Hector decided to go back to music. Ernesto waited patiently on an early Lunes morning for Hector. He worryingly looked at his watch. Hector was supposed to be here at ten. It was now 10:30.

"Is he okay?" he thought to himself. "What if he was mugged or beaten?"

Ernesto decided to call Imelda when he heard a knock on the door. He rushed to the door and flew it open.

"Hector!" he called out in relief. But, Ernesto took note in Hector's sleepless appearance.

"Oh, buneos dias, Ernesto." Hector yawned, dragging himself to the sofa.

"You look terrible, my friend," exclaimed Ernesto, taking in his appearance.

"Si," said Hector, taking in the sofa. "That Coco is not a sleeper."

"You should make Imelda to do the work. After all, you have a music career to worry about." Hector was taken back by Ernesto's selfish comments.

"I can't do that to her!" rebuffed Hector. "We are a team. And she has other things to worry about."

"You know she can always join us?" suggested Ernesto. "I would love to spent more time with her."

"Yeah, but she's starting to make shoes. With that and caring for the house & Coco, she can't do music too." If Hector wasn't fighting with his eyes to keep them open, he would see that Ernesto looked a little too disappointed.

"But, hey," Ernesto perked up. "Let me make you some fresh coffee and we'll start working, okay?"

"Yeah, sounds good."

But by the time Ernesto was back with the coffee, poor Hector was fast asleep. And that was the beginning of the pains for Ernesto.

Every day, Hector was so exhausted and busy with Socorro that he could barely produce music with Ernesto. When it was in the morning, Hector was asleep. When it was the afternoon, Imelda had a couple of customers over to help them with their shoes, so Hector had to watch Coco and Ernesto had a singing gig at the town square. And the night is Coco's bedtime and Imelda & Hector want to have quality time with each other. And as each day passes by, Hector stopped being available altogether.

"I have to take Coco to the doctor."

"We're taking Coco to the park."

"We're going to Imelda's parents in Puerto Vallarta for her father's birthday."

"We're taking Coco's photo today."

There was never time for the two friends to see each other, leaving Ernesto bitter and helpless. Ernesto may be the beauty, but Hector was the brain. Ernesto doesn't know a thing about songwriting. Heck, he didn't even know how to sing properly and play the guitar when they decided to be musicians. They're supposed to be originals! How are they going to be famous with one baby standing in the way?

Ernesto was reflecting on this one day when the phone rang. He was shocked, but doubtful when he heard Hector's voice.

"Imelda is going out with friends today and she's bringing Coco with her! So, it's going to be you and me at the house today. So, let's finally catch up with our music, okay?"

"Oh, thank God! It has been a while."

Ernesto was ecstatic that they're finally getting back on track until he saw Hector at the doorway…with Coco in his arms. She was sniffling.

Knowing Ernesto's disappointment and shock, Hector immediately explained, "Poor little niña isn't feeling well. So, we will have to take care of her. I'm so sorry. I know you want alone time."

Ernesto felt immense anger rising, but being the natural actor that he is, he managed a fake smile.

"Of course, of course," he reassured. "Little Coco always comes first." Hector sighed in relief.

"Thank you for understanding," Hector smiled. "But, good news! I have an idea for a song! I got the idea at Coco's baptism." Hector put Coco in her crib, which he moved in the family room and picked up his prized guitar. When he got up from the floor, he noted Ernesto, staring at Coco.

"Isn't she adorable when she's sleeping?" smiled Hector. Okay, enough of this. It was time for Ernesto to get serious.

"I have a honest question for you," stated Ernesto. "You are only 18 years old. Why are you throwing away your young life so soon for a baby like Socorro?" Hector, upset by the question, dropped his guitar and walked to the crib.

"I didn't throw away my life," Hector frowned. "I started it. Yes, Imelda and I are young. Do you think it's easy to be young parents? But, the two of us wouldn't change anything in the world."

"But, did you two ever thought about pursing your passions?" Ernesto argued. "Your dreams, your ambitions?" Hector immediately got what was on Ernesto's mind.

"Ernesto, my friend," he sighed. "Music is my love, but Imelda and Socorro are my life." He picked up Coco, who was coughing. "We are parents now. We made Coco with love and we will treat her as such. And we want you to be a part of her life. You are her godfather, my friend. Please understand!"

Ernesto did nothing, but blankly staring at the both of them. Coco was even staring back at Ernesto as if she was reading his mind. Finally, Ernesto took a deep breath and smiled.

"Yes, yes, I do," Ernesto apologized. "It's hard to get used to. Please forgive me." Hector sighed with relief.

"I know things are different," Hector explained. "But, you and our music are always on my mind. And hey, even Coco can join us someday!" Ernesto gave him a polite chuckle and looked down at Coco, who let a sneeze come through.

"Here," Hector gave Coco to Ernesto. "I'm going to give Coco her medicine and we can get started." Hector kissed his daughter on the forehead and walked out to the kitchen.

Ernesto glared daggers at Coco with all of the hatred in the world.

"You're a thorn in my side, my little goddaughter," growled Ernesto. Coco's response was a little yawn.

Ernesto looked up and saw a wedding picture of Hector and Imelda. The anger Ernesto had immediately turned into jealousy.

"Let tio Ernesto tell you a story," he whispered to Coco, showing her the picture. "Once upon a time, there was a beautiful woman…that's your mama. She had all of the men vying for her attention. She was feisty and the fire made her irresistible. So, when she actually showed interest in a dashing, charming, handsome man…that's me, he couldn't help, but be shocked. He held onto her and treated her like a queen. So, only think of the surprise when it was his skinny, awkward little best friend who won the girl instead." He looked at Coco. "Your papa has everything! Your papa may be a good man, but I'll be even better than him someday and everyone will all love me. Who knows?" Ernesto chuckled darkly. "Maybe I'll be your stepfather someday. Would you like that?"