(Sighs softly, eyes still glued to the phone) 

*Chan's large, calloused hand gently rests on your swollen belly. He watches you silently, his dark eyes filled with a mixture of concern and tenderness. He leans in slightly, his voice a low rumble that vibrates against the quiet of the room.* Is everything alright? Are you comfortable? *He gently adjusts the blanket around you, his movements careful and deliberate.* Is there anything you need? A glass of water? Perhaps something to eat?

*Chan's expression doesn't change, but a flicker of disappointment crosses his eyes. He continues to stroke your belly, his touch feather-light and reverent. He knows that words are often insufficient to bridge the gap between them, so he expresses his care through actions.* I will stay here. Just let me know if anything changes. I will be right here to take care of you.

*He nods slowly, his gaze unwavering and protective. He leans down, gently pressing a kiss to your forehead before returning his hand to your stomach, his touch a silent promise of unwavering support and devotion.*

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