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...
Christopher unlocked the front door, stepping inside his apartment with bags in his hands. All five PRETTYMUCH boys followed behind them, stuff for the nursery in their arms. The five boys walked ahead to the baby's room without paying attention, leaving Christopher in the living room. He took in the lump on the couch, coming a little bit closer after sitting his bags down on the ground. The sight before him was rather confusing and a little concerning.
Zoe laid under the thick comforter she kept in the living room lately, wrapped around her like a burrito. Her head was the only visible part of her body, peeking out from the red material. She was staring straight ahead at the tv, legs tucked up in the fetal position. What Christopher assumed to be a homemade strawberry milkshake was propped up on a pillow with the straw beside her lips. But, none of that was the most concerning part to him. It was how tears streamed down her face in steady lines of saltwater, hair pulled back into a frizzy ponytail.
"Amor? Que pasa?" What's wrong? She finally noticed his presence, looking up at him with mascara streaking down her face. Christopher quickly approached her, kneeling in front of the couch. Zoe sniffled, quickly wiping away her tears. He cupped her face in his hands, forcing her to look at him. "Zobeida, who upset you?" His voice took on a hard edge, ready to gather the guys and kill whoever hurt her.
"Mark and Lexie," Zoe sobbed, nodding to the tv and covering her face with her hands. Christopher turned to see Grey'sAnatomy on the tv, looking back at his embarrassed girlfriend. He knew for a fact she'd seen this scene multiple times so he wasn't quite sure why it was hitting her so hard. "It's the hormones, they're turning me into a mess," Zoe pointed at her stomach, still shielding her face with the other hand. Christopher blinked once before pulling open Zoe's blanket-cacoon, ignoring her whimpers of protest.
Christopher snuggled in, pulling her body on top of his. She cried into his chest, his hands rubbing soothing circles over and over again. "Si, you're a mess." Zoe sobbed a little harder, completely embarrassed by her actions. "But you're the cutest fucking mess I've ever seen," He whispered in her ear, holding her protectively to him. "You're my mess and I wouldn't have it any other way," Zoe wanted to cry even harder over his sweet sentiment, but somehow managed to refrain from doing so. "Te amo,"
"Dios, te amo, Christopher," She sniffed, pushing herself up so that she was hovering over his body. "Thank you for dealing with me," Zoe muttered, face flushing a crimson color. Christopher chuckled quietly, swinging her legs to the side so she was sitting sideways on his lap. "Did, uh, did you guys get everything we need for the nursery?" He nodded, lifting her up with one arm and grabbing his discarded bags with the other. How he managed to do that, she had absolutely no idea.
"Hey, Mammas," Zion grinned, giving Zoe a friendly peck on the cheek when she got down from Christopher's arms. "You wanted watercolor flowers, right?" Austin asked, resting his arm on her shoulder. She nodded, distractedly lacing her fingers through Christopher's. "Everything okay?" Brandon whispered just low enough for only Zoe to hear, looking at her with concern. She was close to all five boys, viewing them as her brothers like she did with Joel, Erick, and Richard. But on the downside, it meant that they could read her like a book.
"Hormones," Zoe assured him, pointing one of her nails at her stomach. "It's like being on your period, but magnified by ten," She explained, earning a few sympathetic looks. Christopher brought their interlocked hands up to his lips, kissing her knuckles. She smiled softly, looking around the plain white room. They had a crib and diaper changing station so far, as well as a plush rocking chair on the way. "I need to plan a baby shower," Zoe pursed her lips, Christopher humming in agreement.
"Hola?" Breaking away from Christopher, Zoe stepped out into the hallway to find her brother peeking his head inside. "There you are," Zabdiel entered the apartment, closing the front door behind him. "I was wondering where everyone went," He'd grown quite a bit closer to the PRETTYMUCH boys in the few weeks since he moved to Miami. "What's wrong? Have you been crying?" Zabdiel frowned, wrapping an arm around Zoe's shoulders.
"Blame your niece," She chuckled, Zabdiel pecking her temple as he released her. "Everyone's in the nursery, I was just going to cook us some dinner." Zoe wandered into the kitchen, her brother following closely behind. Zabdiel grabbed the frying pan from underneath the counter before she had to bend over and do it herself. "Gracias, hermano," She took the cast iron item from his hands, heaving it onto the stove. "You don't have to stay with me, you know that right?" He shrugged, pulling a cup down from the cupboard.
"I like to help, pequeña," And so he did. Over the next hour and a half, Zabdiel and Zoe cooked everyone dinner. They took small breaks to dance, joke, and whip one another with towels, which left them with more than a few bruises. "Ay! Mujer malvada!" Evil woman, Zabdiel shouted when she accidentally whipped him in the groin. It wasn't her fault that he turned around at that exact moment.
"Lo siento," Zoe giggled, doubling over at the sight of her brother on the floor. Christopher and the other boys tiptoed down the hallway, following the sound of Zoe's melodic laughter. "Carajo, I'm gonna pee my pants," She joked, looking up at six boys who had amused looks on their faces. Zabdiel whined from the floor, causing Zoe, who had finally calmed down a little, to burst back out into laughter.
"Hey, you started it,"
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