gonna be honest, I haven’t thought about this series in such a long time. but i’ve been having baby fever, and i still have these parts in my drafts on wattpad. even though I don’t have these on wattpad, I’m still posting them here, or at least the ones I have written.
Enjoy!
Erick
“Would you two like to find out what the gender is?" The nurse asked you and Erick. The both of you never talked about wanting a girl or a boy yet, you two were focused on the baby itself, getting unisex designs for the nursery.
Both of your and Erick's parents on other hand. Erick's parents hoped it would be a girl. Your parent's hoped the same, since they haven't had a granddaughter yet.
"Yes," Erick answered for the two of you. The two of you looked at the screen and the nurse moved the wand over your belly trying to get the best view.
"Okay, mom and dad," the nurse started. "You're having a baby boy!"
Joel
As much as you and Joel wanted to know the gender, your mother didn't let you. With every grandchild of hers, she always planned a gender reveal party. And here you and Joel were, standing in your parent's backyard with a confetti canon.
"Don't aim for my face!" Joel warned, he quickly moved beside you.
"Then don't get in the way!" You told him. "You do it," you handed him the confetti canon. "Don't aim for my face!" You mocked him. You stood behind him, wrapping your arms around his torso. Everyone counted down, and when Joel pulled the string, and a pop was heard, you saw pink confetti flying through the air. Joel turned around, pulling you into a hug, a huge smile on both of your faces. You were going to have a daughter.
Zabdiel
"What do you want?" Zabdiel asked you as you two were in the waiting room. Your hand was rested on your belly, rubbing it in a comforting way.
"A boy," you answered. "Or a girl," you added. "What if we have twins?"
"We would already know, y/n."
"Well, what do you want? A son or a daughter?"
"I don't know," he answered. "Boys and girls are different, but I want a family with you. I'll be happy with a boy or a girl."
"You don't have a preference?"
"If we have a little girl, she's going to be a mini-you. And with a little boy— I just want a healthy baby."
"Y/N de Jesus?"
The two of you sat in a room with the nurse, who was moving the wand around finding the baby with ease. "If you look, you'll see a small penis between the baby's legs. Congratulations, you're having a boy!"
Richard
“Okay, mom, dad and big sister," the nurse started. "Are you ready to find out what the baby is?"
"Isn't the baby a baby?" Aaliyah questioned.
"Do you want a little sister or a little brother?" Richard asked. Aaliyah quickly answered with a little sister so she could "play dolls" with her. You knew Richard wanted a boy, and you did too, but you always sided with Aaliyah whenever Richard asked her what she wanted the baby to be because "girl's rule!"
"Dad, do you have a guess?" The nurse asked you. Richard responded with a boy, since he already has Aaliyah, he'd like to see how raising a boy would be. "Mom? Any guesses?" You responded the same as Aaliyah, like you always do. "Well, Dad's correct," the nurse said. "You're having a baby boy."
Christopher
“Five dollars if it's a girl," Christopher whispered to you when the nurse left you two in the room alone.
"Chris, I'm not betting on our— you're on!" You changed your mind after Christopher gave you a look. "And loser buys dinner."
"Deal."
The nurse came back with the gel, and you lifted your shirt up feeling the cold of the gel. "You should be able to find out the gender today, unless the baby is laying in a difficult position," the nurse told you two. "But that's not the case today, would you like to know?" The nurse looked back at you and Christopher. You nodded. The nurse pointed to the screen, "As you can see, there's no penis. Congratulations, you're having a baby girl." You let out a laugh when Christopher let out a yell and a fist bump. You couldn't tell anyone that you had a bet with Christopher on the gender of your baby.
The small collection of everything I wrote on here.
CNCO
Baby series // talking about babies // finding out you’re pregnant // you tell him you’re pregnant // telling your families // finding out the gender // picking out a name
still got baby fever, but I wrote this forever ago... haven’t had written anything new. teaching preschoolers online is hard but fun!
enjoy these!💓
Erick
You and Erick both weren't prepared people. You always panicked when things happened, and you were always unprepared. But one night, you and Erick decided to flip through a baby name book looking for a name for your son. "What if we name him after you?"
"You would name our son after me?"
"Yes— no? Picking a name is so hard," you complained. "I mean, it's going to be his name for his entire life. We have to make it something he won't be bullied for, or something that isn't basic and everyone will have that name. I knew like three Hannahs growing up."
"So that's a no on Erick Brian?"
"Maybe," you answered. "I don't— if we decide on naming him that, let's not do it as a last resort."
"What about Elias?" Erick suggested, and once he said it, you immediately fell in love with that name. "My mom suggested it earlier this week, but we both said not to take suggestions from our parents."
"My parents are pushing the name Miguel," you told Erick. And that's when you both smiled. "Elias Miguel Colon," you said out loud. "I think he likes it," you told Erick as you felt your son kick.
Joel
"You know we should probably think of names," you told your husband when he walked back into the living room. "Or pick one in this book," you waved the baby name book you received at the gender reveal party from your sister.
"I assume you picked out the name already," Joel commented looking at the tabs poking from the sides. He grabbed it and sat beside you. He lifted your feet and set them on his lap, and began to look at the names in the book. "We're only having one girl, y/n," he joked.
"It's going to be her name, and only her name. I want to give her something she won't change when she's old enough," you admitted. "Just read through them."
"Okay," Joel responded. "I like this name, but wouldn't it be too weird to have two P's in her initials? Kids could call her PP."
"We could give her both our last names," you suggested. "You know hyphen them."
"While I wouldn't mind that, I gave you my last name, let our daughter have it, too," Joel said, you agreed. "Why is this name underlined?" Joel asked, showing you a name. It was underline more than once.
"Oh, when my sister and I were younger, we talked about our future, our wedding and the names of our children. I told her she couldn't name her daughter Gabriella because I was set on naming one of my daughters that name. She stole some of the names for her daughters, but she never took the name Gabriella."
"I think that's perfect," Joel responded. "Gabriella Pimentel. It's perfect, just like her mother."
"Stop being a cliche," you said. "But she needs a middle name."
"I don't have a middle name," Joel pointed out.
"There's something missing, I just can't think of what. I love the name, it is perfect, but I think it can be more than perfect," you explained. "I don't know how to explain it."
"We should keep looking then, shouldn't we?"
"Leona," you blurted. It was a name you liked for awhile, but Leon was for a boy, if you'd have one. But Leona was cute, and when you repeated the whole name with Leona as the middle name, it was perfect.
"Gabriella Leona Pimentel," Joel repeated with the biggest smile on his face.
Zabdiel
"What are you doing?" You asked, Zabdiel was laying beside you with his laptop in his lap. You looked over his shoulder, and he had names in a word document and website for baby names up. Miguel. Gabriel. James. Matthew. Sebastian. Nicholas. Zabdiel Jr. "We are not naming our child Zabdiel Jr," you told him.
"¿Por que no?"
"I want our son to have his own name," you responded. "I didn't know you were looking up names, I would've had names listed, too."
"You've been doing too much, y/n. You're carrying our son, doing all the work for us to have a healthy baby. I wanted to do something for you two," Zabdiel admitted. "What do you think of the list? I've looked at so many names, but these are the one's that feel right for our son."
You scanned over the list again, and he was right. You could picture your son having at least one of these names. "I really like the name Matthew," you admitted. "Y Gabriel tambien. Matthew Gabriel."
"Matthew Gabriel?"
"Gabriel Matthew?" You said, not liking the way the names were switched. "Matthew Gabriel de Jesús," you repeated. You thought there was something missing from making the name perfect. You kept repeating it, until you switched up on one of the names. "Mateo Gabriel de Jesus."
"Eso!" Zabdiel agreed. "Mateo Gabriel de Jesus. It's perfect."
Richard
"You didn't do it, did you?" You asked Richard, who shook his head. "Rich, we need to decide on a name before it's too late."
"I couldn't think of any names since you came up with—"
"I want this to be a name we both decide on, or came up with," you interrupted.
"It's perfect, y/n. And that's the only name I have written," he finally handed you the list of names. You two had written list of names for your son.
Isaiah Yashel. The only name written.
"Do you really like it?" You asked.
"I really do," he answered. "It's both of our families in his name. And he's both of us," he explained. Yashel was Richard's middle name, and Isaiah was your father's and brother's middle name, the first male in the family's middle name, but you wanted to be different, and it didn't fit well as a middle name.
"Isaiah Yashel," you repeated. "Isaiah Yashel Camacho."
Christopher
"What about—"
"Yeah, that's nice," Christopher interrupted.
"I didn't even say a name yet," you responded. "Chris, this is important. We're going to be calling our daughter this name for the rest of our lives. It has the be perfect."
"I thought we already decided on a name, y/n."
"I have doubts about that name now," you admitted. "I love the name, but will she?"
"She doesn't really have a say in her name, does she? And if she doesn't like her name, she could change it once she's of age."
"You would let her change her name?"
"We wouldn't have a say, but we have the say now. We agreed on—"
"I know," you interrupted, your hand went to your bump and moved your hand up and down. "I want her to be perfect."
"We're not perfect, y/n. But she'll be perfect to us, and that's all that matters," Christopher responded.
"You're amazing," you told Christopher. "I can't wait to have her in our arms. Our little Jasmine Reign."
"Jasmine Reign Velez," Christopher corrected. You two hadn't fully decided on the last name yet, your family was vocal on the last name. Your family saying you should have both, in case you and Christopher wouldn't last or on the fact you and Chris weren't married, or even engaged. "If our daughter has my last name, wouldn't you think her mother should have it, too?"
"Chris, what are you—?" You finally noticed the ring he had between his fingers. "Yes," you answered.
I wrote this imagine exactly 2 years ago and I found this in my drafts on wattpad. Hope you enjoy! :-)
"Y/N!" Your cousin, Joel, smiled as you walked into the backstage area behind Richard. You haven't been able to see your family in awhile since you live states away while going to college. Whenever Joel was nearby, you two were always together. He'd always make sure you'll be able to see him perform, and just be around family, even if it was just him. Like today.
"Joey!" You smiled, hugging your cousin tight.
"I guess I'm not important enough, huh?" Richard fake pouted beside you. "No Richard! I see how it is."
"You're important to me, Rich," you told Richard. Joel looked at you weirdly, but shook it off. Richard was only a friend to you, like the other boys were. Joel was sure of it. You're his family, and family is off limits. Something he reminded the boys whenever you came around. It was something about your personality that everyone thinks you're flirting with them.
You recalled the first time you've met the boys. Erick had grown a small crush on you, and Joel had to explain that it was just your personality that seemed like you liked someone. Joel has seen you with a crush, and you became a little shy thing and couldn't talk. Which is why you had to be careful around Zabdiel. Joel couldn't know about your crush on one of his best friends.
"How's everything? How's school? I saw that you got on the dean's list last semester. I love having a smart cousin," Joel rambled.
"How does it feel? Because I have no idea," you joked. "No, seriously everything is great. How are you? How does it feel to be singing every night? I can't wait to see mi primito perform."
"Y/N, you're only two weeks older than me," Joel reminded you. He always reminded you.
"Yeah, two weeks wiser," you responded. "You'll know what I'm talking about in a couple weeks."
"Escuché y/n," you turned around and saw Zabdiel walking into the room. Your heart skipped a beat. Was it possible that he got more perfect?
"Hola, Zabdiel. ¿Qué tal?" You quickly responded, before anyone said anything.
"Bien," Zabdiel answered. "A—are you going to watch the show later?" Zabdiel asked. You noticed his English was better than the last time you saw him, which was months ago, maybe even a year.
"She's going to watch her favorite cousin perform, am I right?" Joel said, wrapping his arm around your shoulders, giving a look to Zabdiel.
"Wait, Israel is here?" You jokingly responded. Joel's mouth dropped, pretending to be hurt. "I wouldn't want to miss you performing. You guys are always amazing. Siempre increíble." Would you be lying if you ended up scrolling through some cnco tags on Instagram, Twitter, or Tumblr? Maybe. Do you always scroll past pictures of Zabdiel? No, never. You can't help that he's attractive. And tall. "How long do you guys have until the show starts?"
"A few hours until we need to get dressed and warm up," Joel replied. "So we're cool for a couple hours. Let's go sit."
"Oh thank god. My legs are killing me, I had to walk here—"
"What?!"
"From the bus stop a few blocks down," you finished. Then proceeded to take the first chair you saw. "My dad would kill me if I walked all the way from campus here."
"Sabes que te extrañan," Joel told you. "Don't give that look, y/n. They're your parents, and they love you."
"Yeah, well," you shrugged. You noticed Joel was about to say something, but you immediately cut him off. "You know what, Joel? I love my parents. But did you notice that they didn't come to my graduation. They said they were too busy. But you know who did come? The one person in a completely different country the night before, and he was only there for a couple hours before he flew back to perform the next day. They didn't even help me move into my dorm freshman year. They didn't even say goodbye to me. They can't even make time to call me or video chat. Estamos ocupados." You wiped your cheeks with your hand.
You hated doing it, but you needed to for Joel's sake. You can't put all your anger out on your cousin. He doesn't deserve it all. You stood up and stormed out of the room. Everyone watching you before you got to the door.
"What did you do, Joel?" Was the question everyone thought, and Richard said aloud. Joel ignored that question, and went after you. Not noticing Zabdiel went after you first, leaving before the door slammed.
"¿Estás bien?" You heard Zabdiel behind you. You wiped your tears again, and turned around. Zabdiel sighed, sitting beside you. "You can talk to me about it."
"No hay nada de que hablar," you responded, looking at your shoes.
"Sé que eso no es verdad," Zabdiel replied. "Y/N, if you can't talk to Joel about this. ¿Con quién hablarás?"
"My parents say they miss me, but if they actually did, they would make time for me. They did it for my other siblings. They've never really cared for me."
"No digas eso."
"¡Pero es la verdad!" You shouted in frustration. "Did you know I was unplanned? Isaac is fifteen years older than me." Isaac was the youngest sibling until you were born. "It was like they already raised their kids, and they couldn't raise another one. I'm so grateful for my tía Patricia. She's the one who practically raised me. She always came to my concerts, my plays. I know it was because Joel was in them too, but she'd always bring me a bouquet to give me afterwards. She'd say it was from my parents, but I knew she bought me it, because my parents never asked how was anything when I got home." You turned towards Zabdiel, and he didn't take his eyes off of you.
"¿Es por eso que te fuiste a la universidad aquí?" Zabdiel questioned.
"No," you shook your head. "They wanted me to stay home, and go to the community college there. But here, I have a full ride, and it was here that had what I wanted to study."
"What do you study for?"
"I want to be a language teacher. Whether it's teaching spanish or english as a second language, Italian, alemán or French. This school offers all of this, and I don't have to pay the tuition for four years? I hoped my parents jumped to this opportunity, but they'd rather have me at home helping out in the house."
"I feel like they are your parents and they should support you and whatever you do."
You smiled at Zabdiel. The two of you were too close, but that didn't stop you two from leaning in closer. "Zabdiel—"
"Y/N!" The two of you scooted away from each other. Joel turned into the hallway you were hiding at. You quickly stood up, and dusted off your pants. "I didn't mean to make you upset—"
"I'm not upset," you interrupted.
"You just stop talking and walk away whenever someone picks a nerve," Joel pointed out. "And I shouldn't be pushing your parents on you like that. I know your situation better than you think, y/n. But they're still your parents."
"Joel, can we not talk about this? I'm fine. It's been awhile since I saw family, and I just want to hang out with my favorite cousin."
"What happened to Israel's here?"
"Callate. You're all my favorite cousins, just not at the same time, because sometimes you're annoying," you poked Joel's sides.
"I thought you went to the bathroom," Joel said to Zabdiel, who he had finally noticed.
"Ah. I was looking for it, but saw y/n sitting here," Zabdiel explained. You had already walked away from the two of them, but you overheard Zabdiel. "Sé que es tu prima."
— — —
"¿Te gusta Zabdiel?"
You turned around seeing Christopher. You glanced around the room, and everyone was occupied with something. Christopher had asked you in almost a whisper, so only you could hear.
"If you don't answer, you're giving me an answer," Christopher added.
"No," you lied. "What makes you think that?"
"No sé," Christopher responded. "Maybe all the secret glances that you and him share? Or Zabdiel leaving the room right after you. You two should be more sneaky about whatever you two are doing before Joel finds out."
"There's nothing going on between me and Zabdiel," you told Christopher. "He and I are just friends, like you and I," you quickly added before he said anything else.
"Maybe there's nothing going on between you two, but you want something, no?"
"Don't you have to get ready for soundcheck?" You questioned.
"You're avoiding my question, y/n," Christopher responded. He leaned in closer to you, and whispered, "If you like Zabdiel, don't let Joel be the reason you can't be happy. Because all your cousin wants is for you to be happy."
You felt eyes on you, and you glanced up to see Zabdiel glancing between you and Christopher, and Joel watching the two of you. "So, let's say I do like this guy," you told Christopher. Christopher smiled at you, after giggling that he was right. "What would I do?"
"That is easy. Just tell him how you feel, because I'm pretty sure he feels the same way— if not, more."
"I'm not talking about the feelings we feel for each other. I'm talking about someone being overprotective," you responded.
"Maybe I can help with that," Christopher answered. "Because you deserve to be happy, princesa. And if this was just a crush, you'd be over it by now."
"We have to go to sound check now," Erick said walking up to Christopher and you. "¿Vienes?" Erick asked you. You nodded and followed the boys onto the stage for sound check.
— — —
"Is everything okay?" You turned around to face your cousin. "You seem a bit distracted," Joel told you.
"I'm fine," you responded. "I— I have midterms next week. Y'know, college stuff."
"Y/N, I know you a lot better than I know myself. You're distracted by something else, and as your cousin. You're favorite cousin, and best friend, you're obligated to tell me," Joel said.
"Joel, it's nothing."
"It's not nothing, y/n," Joel yelled. "If it was nothing, you wouldn't be distracted. You don't think I notice the way you're biting your nails? You've been doing that since you were a kid whenever you overthink something." You pulled your hand away from your mouth, wiping them on your jeans. "Dímelo."
"I— you know what, Joel? I love you because you're my cousin. And I would anything for you, because family is the best thing. But what gives you the right to tell me who I can or cannot like. I'm twenty years old, and I'm old enough to make my own decisions. And if I like one of your friends, you'll just have to deal with it." You huffed, and left Joel alone.
"Y/N!"
"Ahora no, Christopher," you said while walking past the Ecuadorian. You kept walking until you got back to the main room backstage. You pushed through the doors.
"Girl's on a mission," Richard commented as you passed him.
You stopped in front of Zabdiel. He stopped playing his guitar, and looked up at you. "Me gustas," you told him. "I really like you. And I know you probably don't want to have feelings for me because I'm Joel's cousin, but he can't stop me from liking you, or me from doing this." Without another thought, you pressed your lips against Zabdiel's, and in that moment you swore you saw fireworks. When you pulled away, you immediately started apologizing. "Sorry, I—"
