Since Coco's birth, the family fell into a new schedule. Juanita and Martha always did household chores. Chicharrón and Francisco focused on farm work. Óscar and Felipe, just enrolled in their new school, Santa Cecilia school. They split their time between homework and farm work. Héctor and Imelda both spend time caring for Coco. Like other babies, Coco needed constant care and attention, which her parents gave her. They learned to stick to her schedule: sleep, eat, diaper, play, repeat. It was tiring but they loved her.

Héctor enjoyed playing and cooing with the baby, whenever he was free from work. Other times, he'd be away doing gigs while Imelda watched over the baby. Sometimes he'd do double gigs to support his growing family. He'd come late at night and go to sleep. Just for a while until he's up and ready to play with Coco and be fed by Imelda and Juanita who would NOT let him skip dinner ever.

Then, after dinner, everyone gets ready for bed.

One evening, Héctor slept beside Imelda but his face did not look peaceful.

Let's go inside his head and see what he was dreaming about. Here is what happened:

He had just kissed his child good night. As he and Imelda entered their bedroom, Imelda closed the door. Once she did, she pinned the musician on the bed and kissed him deeply. He was surprised at first, but he sighed and kissed her back, wrapping his arms around her waist. Suddenly, they heard someone banging on the door. Then the knocker kicked the door down. The couple gasped at who the intruder was.

It was Ernesto de la Cruz!

"How could you!?" The muscular man shouted, trembling. He was holding a rifle. "My best friend stole my wife?! How could you!"

"Nesto, por favor," Héctor pleaded. "I can explain!"

But Ernesto did not want to hear any explanations.

Without any hesitation, he aimed his rifle and shot Héctor in the chest. Blood splattered everywhere on the bed. As Héctor faded to back, he heard Imelda screaming, while being shot in the process…

Hector woke up panting with a cold sweat. He looked around in panic. No sign of a certain jerk, or his gun, or blood. After seeing that Imelda was sound asleep peacefully, he breathed out a sigh of relief. He fell back on his side of the bed, still, a bit shaken up. "Why do I keep having these dreams?" he whispered to himself. This was not the first time he had dreamt about Ernesto killing him over Imelda.

As much as he loved the feisty woman, he couldn't help but feel guilty about stealing her from his best friend. He had tried to justify himself that Imelda had divorced Ernesto before they slept together. But that didn't stop him from thinking about what would happen if Ernesto find out. He also worried that he and Imelda may have committed fornication. His train of thought was interrupted by the sound of his daughter wailing.

As soon as he heard her crying, the musician leaped out of bed and headed toward the nursery.

"Buenos noches princessa!" Héctor cooed, peering over the baby cradle. Inside the nursery, a small baby was lying in her cradle, awake and crying. Her face scrunched up and tears fell from her eyes.

"What's wrong?"

He lifted the baby out of the cradle and held her.

"Esta Bien, Coco. Papá is here. It's okay."

The baby's crying decreased a bit, but she was still whimpering. So Héctor thought of a game to play with her. "Look at the funny face!" He stuck his tongue out multiple times very quickly. He received a curious stare from his firstborn. Héctor giggled. "Who is the cutie-poopsie?" He saw that his newborn smiled a bit. Then he planted kisses all over her face, which the baby enjoyed. The songwriter made a couple of funny sounds that made little Coco smile more than ever!

Soon, Coco's eyes began to feel droopy. "Aww, are you sleepy?" Her father spoke gently. He laid her down back in her cradle and sat down beside her in a chair. Even though she was comfortable, the infant still didn't want to go back to sleep. So her father took out his guitar and played a melody that sounded sweet and tender. "Let's see if I can sing you to sleep, little one." After playing a few chords, Héctor began to sing tenderly.

"Remember Me

Though I have to say goodbye

Remember Me

Don't let it make you cry."

While he was singing, he saw from the corner of his eye, that Imelda had entered to see what was going on. She stood in the doorway, watching him singing to their child. Even though Héctor noticed her presence, he continued his song.

"Forever if I'm far away

I hold you in my heart

I sing a secret song to you

Each night we are apart

Remember me

Though I have to travel far

Remember me

Each time you hear a sad guitar

Know that I'm with you

The only way that I can be

Until you're in my arms again

Remember me…,"

When Héctor finished, he saw that his mission was a success. The baby was fast asleep.

"Is she okay?" Imelda asked, in a whispering voice. "What's wrong with her?"

"She's fine, mi Diosa. Snug as a bug in a rug," he whispered back, kissing his daughter a kiss on the forehead.

Héctor and Imelda both closed the nursery door quietly. They did this so as to not disturb the baby.

Hand in hand, they walked toward their bedroom.

When they fell back asleep, there weren't any more bad dreams. For now.