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...
"Guys, you remember Christopher? Babe, you remember the boys?"
Zoe smiled hopefully, glancing between her boyfriend and the five boys who'd become family to her. They all greeted Christopher in a bro-hug, Zoe slowly backing out of the living room. She spun on her heel once she was far enough away, entering the kitchen and pulling out everything she needed from the fridge. Cracking a couple of eggs into a skillet, she added in some cheese and milk before stirring it with a spatula.
"Mammas, you need some help?" Zion poked his head around the corner with a small smile, Zoe pointing toward the vegetables she had on the counter. "I'll get right on that," He took a knife from the set in a wooden block, starting in with the peppers. She could hear Christopher's infectious giggle all the way from the living room, bringing her a twinge of satisfaction to know that he was getting along with them. "For what it's worth, I think he's a good guy." Zion's voice came from a foot behind her, making her jump in surprise.
"Gracias, Z. Truly," She flashed him a grin, leaning on her tiptoes to give him a friendly kiss on the cheek. "Now, can you put the bread in the toaster?" He nodded once, walking over to the cupboard where she kept the bread and crackers. The sound of five sets of feet echoed across the wood flooring of the hallway, all of them clamoring into the kitchen. "Can one of you get out the butter? And someone else can get plates? Oh, and silverware," Brandon went for the butter, Austin grabbed the silverware, and Nick got their plates.
"Amor, what can I do for you?" Christopher inquired, coming up behind Zoe and resting his chin on her shoulder. He'd been in Miami for two days now and had quickly realized that some parts of Zoe's routine had changed over the short span of time they were apart. "Have you had your orange juice yet?" Zoe smiled, shaking her head no. Kissing her cheek, Christopher grabbed seven glasses from the cupboard and poured orange juice in the cup of whoever wanted it. When the boys had gone into the dining area with their food, Christopher leaned over to whisper in her ear. "Do you do this every day?"
"No, not every day. They're gonna be at the recording studio all day today so I figured it was the least I could do," Zoe took a bite of her eggs, swallowing the cheesy substance. Christopher stole a bite for himself, moaning quietly over how good it was. "I enjoy it though- oh," He noticed the sudden change in body language before she did, her feet carrying her over to the trash can a few feet away. She heaved the contents of her stomach into the bin with a loud retching sound. The PRETTYMUCH boys stopped themselves from coming to her rescue, knowing that was Christopher's job.
Christopher didn't even have time to help hold her hair back before she was standing as if nothing had happened. "So we don't like eggs today, huh? Alright then," Zoe looked down at her stomach as she spoke, shaking her head slightly. She looked up at Christopher, wandering over to stand in front of him. "Your child's even more of a picky eater than you are," He grinned, adoring the way she said your child. "I was thinking, maybe we could find out the gender next week?"
"I'd really like that," His flickered his eyes to her lips, having not kissed her in over a month. He hadn't pushed it, simply happy that he at least got to sleep with her in his arms again. "We should probably join them," Zoe nodded, grabbing her glass of orange juice and a piece of toast from the counter on her way to the dining room. Christopher trailed behind her with a full plate, noticing that there were only six chairs.
Zoe noticed at the same time, stopping just before she could steal the chair. "Can I sit on your lap?" He placed his food on the table and sat down, wordlessly hooking an arm around her waist to pull her closer. "You never have to ask," Christopher pecked the side of her head, reaching around her to eat his breakfast. Ten eyes stared at them with varying expressions, from amused to disgusted. "Eat your breakfast, children," Zoe ordered, nibbling on a piece of toast. All at once and in complete sync, all five PRETTYMUCH boys spoke.
"Yes, Mom."
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"Shit, I'm sorry-"
"I'm pregnant with your child, Christopher. You're okay to see me naked," Zoe giggled, a little surprised by Christopher's flustered state. She'd just gotten out of the shower a few minutes ago and wore nothing but a pair of underwear. "Can I wear one of your shirts? We sleep better in them," Maintaining eye contact with her, Christopher reached for the back of the shirt he had on and pulled it over his head. He walked the item over to her in nothing but a pair of grey sweatpants, keeping his sight on her face. "Gracias, mi Vida,"
"Anytime, mi amor." Christopher lied down on his side of the bed, Zoe joining him a short time later. The shirt she wore rode up to expose her panties and a small strip of her stomach, closing her eyes to try and get comfortable. She managed to keep herself from jumping when he placed his hand over her bump, eyes flying open when she felt his breath against her skin. "Hola, little one," Christopher spoke out loud, tracing small patterns over her belly. "I'm your Papa,"
A teardrop fell onto the tattoo she had over her hip, Christopher gently wiping it away. "Your Mama and I can't wait to meet you," He leaned closer, his lips ghosting over the area just above her bellybutton. "We love you very much," Zoe couldn't help but reach out to stroke his hair as he laid there, Christopher smiling against her skin. "Just like I love your Mama, so so much," Christopher looked up at Zoe as he spoke, the girl tugging him up toward her.
