Zobeida De Jesus was the 20-year-old sister of Zabdiel, a member of CNCO. She was by no means riding her brother's coattails, already a successful actress in a tv show called 'Shadowhunters'. This firey, headstrong, Latina moves to Ecuador with the...
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Actual and literal goals
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"Who's the- amor?"
Zoe whirled around in surprise, coming face to face with Christopher holding a baseball bat. She'd gotten up at four in the morning with cravings and somehow managed to pry out of the heavy grip he kept on her when they slept. Plus, he accidentally squeezed her hyperactive bladder so she had to take care of that. He'd woken up when she dropped a glass jar of almost empty pickles on the kitchen floor.
"Lo Siento," She apologized, starting to bend down to pick up the glass. Christopher started forward with a small outcry, shaking his finger in her direction. "Christopher, I can clean it up." He shot her a look through now wide-awake eyes, crouching down to clean up the mess himself. "Sorry that I woke you up, the jar slipped when I was opening it." Zoe brought the trash can over, watching every move he made so that he wouldn't injure himself.
"I think that's all the glass. But, be careful where you walk just in case." Christopher took the rag from her hands, mopping up the pickle juice. Zoe glanced guiltily at the floor, knowing she was more than capable of cleaning herself. "What are you doing up anyway? It's four in the morning," He stood, placing the dirty cloth in the tiny laundry room that doubled as a storage closet.
"Your child wanted food," Zoe smiled, his face instantly softening. "Pickles were a safe option in the beginning, but I'm not so sure now." The smell was making her slightly nauseous, Christopher making his way over to her. His hand slid across her stomach, crouching down so he was level with the basically non-existent bump. Zoe ran a hand through his bedhead, smiling softly as she leaned back on the counter. "They've got Zabs pickiness,"
He chuckled, kissing her stomach as he stood. "Si, it would seem." Christopher slid his hands up and down her arms as if trying to warm her. "What sounds good to you? I can cook something," He guided her around to the bar where she could sit while still keeping an eye on him. She pursed her lips, unsure of what they have. Christopher peeked into the fridge, listing off an array of items until he finally reached one that piqued her interest. "Mangoes, apples, steak-"
"Steak fajitas?" She inquired, the idea of the meat and spiciness bringing a small flutter of happiness through her. Christopher smirked amusedly, pulling the already cooked red meat out of the fridge. After some digging, he found the rest of the needed ingredients and went to work. "Dios, I love you," Zoe moaned gratefully when she took a bite, clapping her hands together. He chuckled, leaning over the counter to peck her lips. Christopher pulled back to grin at her, placing a cup of orange juice in front of her.
He didn't question it.
"Yo también te amo, amor,"
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"I think the last time I wore this was the day I moved to Ecuador,"
She tugged on the slightly tighter white shirt that had her face on it. Zoe had her hair back in a ponytail, having gone on a walk while Christopher napped. He'd finally crashed around one in the afternoon, so she'd decided to take some alone time before coming back home to sort through some of the packages she'd had Erick send her. They'd already been packed up before they left for tour, seeing as she figured they would be living somewhere else like they currently were.
Zoe didn't know it, but the rest of the band had been talking to Christopher about getting their own places in the area. They were still keeping their home in Ecuador, but this way they could be close during the pregnancy. Zabdiel was currently looking into an apartment in the same building that Christopher and Zoe lived in. Erick and Edith had found a place just down the street. Richard was also looking at an apartment in the building with Alyson, while Joel and Jade were neighboring Erick and Edith.
"I truly love the fact it has your face on it," Austin flopped down on the couch beside her, Zoe reminding them all to stay relatively quiet since Christopher was sleeping in the bedroom down the hallway. "Mhm, I need one like that." Zion joked, sitting down on Zoe's other side. "With Zoe's face or yours?" Edwin raised a brow, Zion grinning cheekily. "Hmm, surprise me." Zoe rolled her eyes, laughing quietly with the five boys.
Zoe's head lolled to the side, resting on Zion's knee. She propped her legs up on Austin's lap, neither boy objecting to her movements. Austin absentmindedly rubbed her feet through her thin black socks, Zoe's eyes focusing on the flatscreen tv in front of them. Zion stretched his arms out across the back of the couch, knowing that Christopher wouldn't be too happy if he had his arm around her. He could get away with more than Nick could, hell, each of the boys could. Christopher just seemed to like Nick less due to his constant harmless flirting.
"B, I think it's your turn to pick a movie." Brandon pushed himself off of the ground, reaching under the tv stand to search for a movie. He searched for several minutes before coming up for air with a grin, popping an unknown disc into the player. "I swear if you picked fifty shades of grey you're never getting a turn again," Zoe quipped, earning a few shocked stares. "What? I'm not a prude but I don't wanna watch it with you dorks," They all chuckled, surprised that she even owned the movies.
