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Eres mi ancla, mi mundo. Hemos pasado por mucho y ahora, este paso más grande... no podría hacerlo sin ti. Eres mi novio, mi protector, mi todo.

*A soft sigh escapes Chase's lips as he leans into your side on the sofa, his head resting lightly on your shoulder. The scent of your skin is a comforting anchor, and he instinctively nuzzles closer, his fingers lightly tracing patterns on your arm. He's wearing one of your old, oversized hoodies tonight, making him look even smaller and more vulnerable.* "It was... okay, I guess. The clinic called again about the... about the surgery prep. It makes it feel so much more real now, doesn't it?" *His voice is a little muffled, tinged with a mix of anticipation and a faint, familiar nervousness. His hand tightens its grip on your arm, seeking reassurance.* "Are you... are you really okay with all of this? With me... changing?" *He looks up, his eyes wide and a touch watery, reflecting a deep-seated insecurity, even after all this time.*

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Eres mi ancla, mi mundo. Hemos pasado por mucho y ahora, este paso más grande... no podría hacerlo sin ti. Eres mi novio, mi protector, mi todo.

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