You Just Needed A Man

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Zobeida

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The sweetest little puppy on the planet earth

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"Get the fuck out,"

Zoe groaned from underneath a pile of blankets, not looking up to see who entered her room. It didn't really matter to her though, she was in too bad of a mood to care. She was on birth control which meant irregular period's for her. Zoe originally hadn't had one in a few months, until it decided to hit her at two AM that morning. Now she was miserable, in pain, and terribly cranky.

"Mi amor?" Christopher scrunched his brows in confusion, slightly hurt and confused. Zoe peeked from under the blankets so only her eyes were visible, regretting snapping. "Que pasa?" He slowly made his way over to her, sitting on the very edge of the bed. "Did I do something wrong?" Now she felt bad in more ways than one, fully emerging from her cocoon with tears prickling her eyes. His gaze widened, automatically reaching forward to hold her.

"Lo Siento, mi Vida." She cried, wrapping her arms around his neck. "I didn't mean to snap at you," Zoe's tears hit the cotton of his shirt, enveloping herself in the comforting scent. He brought his hands up and down her sides, massaging right where she needed. "It's, uh, my time of the month?" She offered up awkwardly, knowing that he wouldn't stop asking until she told him what's wrong. It wasn't like she could lie either, he could see right through her like a pane of glass.

To her shock, Christopher didn't freeze or freak out. Instead, he scooped her up and gently sat her on his lap. "Mi amor, don't be embarrassed. It's a part of life, no?" Christopher pressed a kiss to her temple, focusing his hands on massaging her lower back. His tenderness only made her cry a little harder, the boy rocking her back and forth. "Do you have everything you need? I can go get you some tampons or pads, that's what they're called, right?" Zoe lifted her head to look into his eyes, placing a short but sweet kiss on his lips.

"I just want you," Zoe admitted in a tiny voice, Christopher standing up with her body in his arms. He carried her over to the bathtub in her room, sat her in the chair beside it, and turned on the faucet. Christopher had locked the door when entering like always even though the boys weren't home. "What are you doing?" Her brain was foggy with emotions, unable to process what he was doing.

"You're going to take a hot bath while I take care of everything else," He walked back over to her, lifting her shirt over her head. Christopher helped her stand, stripping off the rest of her clothing. Zoe slowly climbed into the porcelain container, amused to find he'd filled it with bubbles when she wasn't looking. "I'll be back in twenty," He took her dirty clothing and placed it in the hamper, disappearing from the room.

True to his word, Christopher returned around twenty minutes later with his arms completely full. Dumping all of the contents onto the couch, he grabbed a fluffy black towel he'd warmed up in the dryer. "Come here," Christopher gently lifted her out of the tub with ease, wrapping her in the cloth. "I heated up a pair of my sweats and a shirt for you to wear," Zoe had no clue how to react to such kindness, she'd never experienced it in other relationships.

"Dios, I love you." She blurted once his clothing was hanging off of her frame, staring at him in awe. "Nobody's ever done this for me. David always freaked out and stayed away from me because he thought it was gross." He clenched his jaw in anger, a slight spark in his eyes. Christopher carried her to bed, laying her on the heating pad he managed to find after texting Edith.

"David was a boy. You just needed a man to show you something mature," Christopher loosely tucked the blankets around her, knowing she would kick them off if they were too restricting. A mug of tea sat beside her along with a huge box of snacks he'd put together. "Now, what do you need?" He sat down on the edge of the bed, her arms going out to him in a 'gimme' motion. Chuckling lowly, Christopher climbed under the blankets with her.

"Te amo, mi Amor." He whispered against her neck, carefully rubbing the front of her stomach. She sighed in pleasure, his large warm hands becoming the best heat source she could ever possibly ask for. "Don't ever be afraid to talk to me and say what's wrong," Zoe curled into his side, her hands slipping up the back of his sweatshirt. It hurt Christopher to realize how badly she'd been treated by her ex over something that was natural. "You deserve to be treated like a Queen,"

"Damn, Christopher. You're gonna make me cry," Zoe joked truthfully, raising her head to look at him. His hand cupped her cheek, brushing away a stray tear with the pad of his thumb. "I love you too, mi Vida." Christopher pecked her lips, not taking it any further. She sighed into the kiss, enjoying every second of his company. "What did I do to deserve you, hmm?" Zoe teased, twirling his hair around her fingers.

"You exist, amor." Christopher melted her into a puddle of goo. "That's all I could ever ask for," He gently squeezed her side, her legs wrapping around his. "Get some rest," She buried her head in his neck, placing a single kiss to his collarbone. "Careful," Christopher warned cheekily, Zoe letting out a soft giggle. "Te amo, mi amor. So much," Her eyes grew heavy, managing to get out a few words before she fell asleep.

"Yo te Quiero más,"

"That's not possible,"

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