The Love of my Life (Hector and Imelda fanfiction)

Invitations

Planning a wedding was harder than it seemed. Imelda and Héctor had a hard time agreeing on things, and although Héctor didn't have parents to weigh in, Imelda's parents had enough opinions to make up for it. 

One night, Imelda heard whispering in the twins' room. She left her room and approached their door, careful not to let them know she was there. 

"I hope that she doesn't forget about us," said a twin. The voice sounded like Oscar. 

"She would never," said Felipe. 

"I don't know. She really loves Héctor." 

"I'm happy for her," Felipe declared. 

"I am too, but I'm really going to miss having her with us all the time."

"We get to be related to Héctor, though!"

"I am excited about that. But what if she moves to wherever Héctor lives and we only see her once or twice a year?" asked Oscar. 

"I have no idea where Héctor lives. She's always with him, so he probably lives pretty nearby." 

"I guess." 

Imelda opened the door. 

"Imelda?" said Felipe. 

"I just wanted to say goodnight. Is everything okay, Oscar?" she asked, pretending she hadn't heard the conversation. 

"Are you going to forget us when you get married to Héctor?" he asked. 

"Oscar!" exclaimed Felipe. 

"It's okay, Felipe. To answer the question, no. I could never forget you. I'll visit you on Dia de Los Muertos, and Christmas, and your birthday. And you can also come to visit us any time you want. I'll also write you both letters." 

"Alright," said Oscar. Imelda could tell he felt much better. 

"I love you two," said Imelda. 

"Love you too!" said both twins. 

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Imelda had spent all day writing out wedding invitations, and she wanted nothing more than to throw her pen across the room. After much insistence from Héctor and her parents, Imelda had agreed to invite 300 people to the wedding. This meant 300 invitations to write. 

Héctor was writing songs for Ernesto at the moment. "243," Imelda said aloud to herself. "Tia Lucia and Tio Nicolás." She sealed the envelope and began to write another invite. 

On invitation 251, Héctor came through the front door. 

"Héctor! I thought you were with Ernesto!" Imelda said, happy to see Héctor. 

"He thinks I'm writing a song right now. I couldn't get him to let me leave. I was wondering if you wanted to go get tamales." 

"I would love to, but I really can't. I have to write these all out before the end of today. The wedding's in two months!" 

"Imelda, mi amor, you need a break." 

"Only 49 more!" she said. 

"How long have you been doing this?" asked Héctor. 

"Five hours. I did have to decide what to write, and find the pen..." 

Héctor didn't give Imelda a chance to finish her sentence. 

"What were you doing last night?" asked Héctor. 

"Looking at the guest list and making sure we had everyone." 

"Until what time?" asked Héctor. 

"3 AM." 

"And what time did you wake up this morning?" 

"Five thirty." 

"You haven't eaten anything, have you?" 

"I'm not hungry!" 

Héctor marched over to Imelda and grabbed the pen. 

"You need to sleep. And as soon as you wake up, I'm making you some food." 

"I'm fine, Héctor. Really." 

"No, you're not."

"Fine. Maybe I'm a little tired. But I can do this!" said Imelda. 

"It's fine, mi amor. Really." 

Imelda didn't respond. She had laid across Héctor's lap and fallen asleep.