Guys My Age ~ Christopher Velez

A Revolving Door Of Sickness

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Poor thing's sick :(

Somehow he still manages to look better than me

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"Hola, mamá!"

Zoe grinned widely, staring at the screen with Christopher's mom on it. "I wanted to make sure I cooked everything correctly," She motioned to the pot of soup in front of her, the product almost finished. Christopher was currently curled in the fetal position under the covers of their bed, in a deep but restless sleep. "He looks so miserable, I thought some of your soup would be a nice surprise." Zoe stirred the pot, not noticing the smile on Yenny's face as she moved around the tour bus kitchen.

"You did a wonderful job, Mija. It'll mean even more to him that you're the one who cooked it," Yenny assured her, asking a few other questions. What meant the most to Zoe was that they weren't focused on her son or the band, but on how she was doing and if she needed anything. If it were anyone else taking care of her son, Yenny would be worried. But, she knew Zoe would run herself off the edge of a cliff taking care of Christopher. Which in turn made her worried over Zoe instead of Christopher. "Call me tomorrow? Let me know how you're doing?" 

"I will, I promise." She blew a kiss toward the camera, waiting for Yenny to hang-up first. Zoe rifled through the cupboard for a ceramic bowl, filling the red item three-fourths of the way full. Adding it onto a tray, she grabbed a packet of crackers and a water bottle full of seven-up. It was currently ten pm where they were and she was insanely grateful that Yenny had stayed up to midnight to talk to her. Zoe made her way back toward their bedroom, quietly pushing open the door. "Mi Vida?"

Zoe spoke in a tone just above a whisper, setting the tray down beside their bed. Approaching Christopher, she gingerly placed the back of her hand against his forehead. She gasped at the warmth radiating off of him, her lips turning down into a frown. Christopher's eyes slowly opened, just enough to know he was awake. "Lo Siento, I don't want to wake you." Zoe apologized, brushing back his bangs. His hand came up to close around her wrist, weakly pulling her in his direction. "What can I do for you?"

"Take a nap with me," Christopher pleaded like a child, giving her those puppy-dog eyes she couldn't resist. Zoe smiled sadly, carefully sliding into bed beside him. "I don't think it qualifies as a nap if you haven't woken up yet, to begin with," She teased, helping him lift his head onto her chest. He let out a tired laugh, hugging her torso as tightly as possible. "I made you a surprise," Zoe carefully lifted the tray to rest on the lower half of their bodies. "It's your mom's recipe. I even FaceTimed her to make sure I got everything right," 

He smiled genuinely, too shocked to speak for a solid thirty seconds. "You did all of this for me?" Christopher had to make sure he was hearing her correctly, seeing as nobody had ever shown him this level of love apart from his mother. "You're amazing, you know that?" Zoe blushed, taking a spoon off of the tray and dipping it into the bowl. He chuckled, parting his lips for her to feed him. Christopher's eyes widened significantly as the broth hit his taste buds, Zoe going into panic mode. She started rambling about how she could get him something else before he shut her up with his lips. "It's perfect, amor. It tastes exactly like mi mamá's."

Zoe smiled dazedly, blinking at him. "You know, if you just gave me your cold I'm expecting you to take care of me too." She joked, stealing one of the saltines she'd brought him. Christopher chuckled guiltily, taking the spoon from her to feed himself. Zoe ran her fingers through his hair as he ate,  scratching her nails against his scalp. "I'm a cuddler when I'm sick,"

"Well, amor. That makes two of us. And I'll always take care of you,"

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I may or may not have gotten her sick

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"Amor?"

Zoe peeked her eyes out of the comforter, making eye contact with Christopher. Two days had gone by and she was right, their roles had been reversed and she was now the sick one. She hadn't left their room except to use the bathroom and had yet to eat anything. Christopher had the remaining soup she made on a tray with crackers and seven-up, just like she had for him two days ago. 

"You need to eat something," He set the tray beside them on the bed, lifting her up into his arms. Christopher laid her limp body in between his legs, fiddling with her hair. "Open," A spoon was pushed between their lips, a gesture to which she complied. "You're an excellent patient, Princesa." He joked, kissing her forehead. She huffed a laugh, leaning her head back onto his chest. "What can I do to make it up to you?"

She placed her fingers against his lips just before they could connect. "No kisses until this is over. Otherwise, it'd be a revolving door of sickness," Zoe gave him a pointed look, going back to her soup. Christopher jutted out his bottom lip, knowing she was right but still not liking it at all. "Hmm, I did a damn good job on the soup." He chuckled, shaking his head from side to side. She placed the tray on the nightstand, flipping her body so that she was wrapped around him like a koala bear. 

"Si, an excellent job, mi amor."