Dimelo Papi | Zabdiel De Jesus

Chapter 87: Back in Miami

Camila

3•18•2016

It's finally Friday and the boys are arriving in Miami later. It's two in the afternoon so they will be arriving at about six. I hear the doorbell ring and I go and answer it.

When I open the door, Zabdiel is casually standing there with his luggage.

"¡Zabdiel!" I scream of happiness.

"¡Mi amor!" Zabdiel smiles. Once he's inside, he picks me up and spins me around.

"Me tomaste por sorpresa, pensé que no ibas a venir hasta más noche." I say. I'm glad he came back earlier.

"Se cambiaron los planes a ultimo momento y te iba a decir pero pensé que iba a ser mejor sorprenderte." He explains.

"Yo te invito a comer a donde quieras." I say to him.

"No tengo ganas de salir, vengo muy cansado." He groans.

"Entonces hago algo de comer?" I suggest.

"Me encantaría." He grins.

"Quieres comer primero o quieres que te ayude a desempacar primero?" I ask.

"Desempacar primero para comer más a gusto." He responds and we go upstairs to help him unpack.

Ever since Zabdiel has been living with me, he bought himself a large drawer to put most of his clothes. The rest of his clothes and shoes are already in my walk in closet so he unpacks the remaining of his clothes and puts them in my closet.

"Vas a tener que aprender cómo compartir tu closet." Zabdiel chuckles.

"Si ya lo comparto." I defend myself.

"Pero no todo bebe." He reminds me.

"Pues podemos tener otro armario construido, duh!" I laugh.

"Buena idea. Eso se significaría que estamos aún a un paso más cerca de casarnos." He says.

"Ey, morro no tan rápido." I laugh.

After we finish packing Zabdiel's clothes, we go downstairs and I make shrimp fettuccine.

"Ya extrañaba muchísimo una comida casera." Zabdiel says while we're in the dining table eating.

"Lo hice con mucho amor." I smile.

"Se nota! Me voy a servir más." He announces and stands up.

"Siéntate, yo te sirvo." I say and he sits back down. I serve him a large amount of seconds.

"Gracias mi amor, tenía mucha hambre." He says.

"Mi Zabdi tan comelon." I giggle.

"Ay, cállate." He calls me out.

"Estás listo para ver a viejas encueradas en persona el domingo en Nuestra Belleza Latina." I joke since CNCO will be performing there.

This causes Zabdiel to almost choke on his soda. "Sí, listísimo!" He answers laughing.

"Qué bueno para ti." I fake a mad look.

"Son mentiras, mi amor." He tells me.

"Lo puedes hacer si quieres, solo las estuvieras mirando." I say. I actually know them since they're at the studios a lot.

"Aunque las miras solo me va a recordar que no eres tú." He says.

"Más te vale." I playfully warn.