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...
The six of them sat in a Miami recording studio, each taking turns taping their vocals. Zoe had finished hers just a few minutes earlier, after Zabdiel and Richard. Erick would be going after Christopher, Joel only having a few background vocals. He'd gotten sick with the flu halfway through the morning, and Christopher had forced him to go home so that he didn't get Zoe sick. She found it a little crazy since she was already vomiting several times a day. It seemed that her morning sickness lasted all day, at random times that she couldn't control. Although, it had gotten a little better over the past week.
A tiny grumble sounded through the room, a result of the girl in the corner. "Ugh, I hate these jeans. They're squeezing everything," Zoe shifted in her spinning desk chair, pulling the waistband of her high-waisted pants down. Christopher watched her from the recording cubby, somehow managing to not mess up his lyrics. "I need to go shopping for some new clothes," She reclined as much as possible, standing up after a moment with a sigh of exasperation. Richard glanced in her direction, following her movements to the snack table across the room.
"Have you been sleeping?" Richard inquired, noting the small dark circles under her eyes. "Not as much as I was. I can only sleep when Christopher's there to hold me. It's too uncomfortable," Zoe needed something to curl into, to help relieve the pressure on her back. Her currently red-haired friend nodded in understanding, having gone through the same thing with Aaliyah's mom. "You should try a pregnancy pillow, that's what Yocelyn used."
Zoe pursed her lips in thought, nodding along with the idea. "Gracias, Rich," He waved his hand, muttering that he was glad to help. "I think I saw a store down the street, can you let Christopher know that's where I went?" Richard nodded, walking over to join the group. She made her way outside of the recording studio with her purse across her shoulder, finding the store she'd been talking about. Zoe beamed when she saw the maternity clothing section, grabbing a shopping cart on her way in that direction.
She'd managed to find the body pillow Richard had been talking about along with some stretchier pants and some shirts. Zoe even found some bras and shirts that gave off easy access for when she started breastfeeding. Her eyes locked on the dress section, getting the bright idea that if she bought some sundresses then she wouldn't have to wear pants anywhere near as much. Something that might come in handy when you have a weak bladder from a growing fetus pressing against it.
"Amor?" Christopher's sudden voice popped up behind her, Zoe jumping slightly in surprise. "Sorry," He giggled, kissing her temple and taking the cart from her. "You disappeared on me, I got worried." His gaze roamed over the contents of the cart, smiling at two items in their cart. "Cute," Somehow Zoe had managed to find a white onesie with the Ecuadorian flag on it, and one with the Purto Rican flag. Their individual origins. "I like them,"
"Someday I'll take you to Puerto Rico, it's beautiful," Zoe promised, squeezing between him and the shopping cart. Christopher brightened at the idea, leaning down to peck her on the lips. "I should probably pay before we get kicked out," She giggled, the two of them pushing the cart to the checkout desk. He blocked her hand when she went to crab her debit card, replacing it with his own. "Christopher, I can pay, you know?"
"Just because you can doesn't mean you will," He quipped, loading the bags onto his arms. Zoe ended up grabbing one, glaring at him when he tried to take it from her. "Fine, but only because the car is right outside." They walked outside of the store, Richard getting out and opening up the back of the car when he saw them coming. "Gracias, Amigo," Christopher thanked him, placing each of the bags into the trunk.
"Did you get the pillow?" Richard grinned, Zoe nodding with a grin of her own. Christopher opened the passenger door for Zoe, closing it behind her once he was sure that her seatbelt was on. "Let her breathe, man," Zabdiel and Erick laughed at Richard's comment, the former pulling away from the curb. Christopher growled at Richard from the other side of Erick, who was seated in the middle. Zoe laughed quietly, resting her head on the window.
Once they'd dropped off Erick and made it back to the apartments, Christopher and Zabdiel carried up the bags. Richard went back to his apartment, where Alyson would be arriving later that night. Zabdiel hung out with the PRETTYMUCH boys a lot since he broke up with Madison, although Zoe had plans to set him up with somebody eventually. She just wasn't quite sure when, since she was busy most of the time. Taking care of ten boys and her pregnant self was no easy task, which was why she was ecstatic that the girls were flying in today. Including Brandon's girlfriend, Maggie, who adored Zoe, which went both ways.
"Pequeña, I'm gonna head home for the night." Zabdiel kissed her forehead, gently laying his hand on her stomach for a second in passing. "Buenas noches, mi sobrina," Goodnight, my niece. He whispered, nodding goodbye to Christopher who was cooking Zoe's dinner. "Night, Zab, te amo." Zoe smiled, locking the door behind him. She wandered over to the barstool at the counter, Christopher placing a plate of steak and mashed potatoes in front of her. "Gracias, mi Vida. I don't deserve you," Christopher clicked his tongue, swooping down to peck her lips before grabbing himself a plate.
