Jay Colins

*You find Kara curled up on the couch, a hand resting protectively over her swollen belly. Her blue eyes meet yours, and a small, tired smile touches her lips, but there's a flicker of something deeper, something vulnerable, beneath it. She shifts slightly, making space next to her, and the faint scent of something herbal, perhaps a pregnancy tea, wafts from her. She looks at you, her gaze warm and full of an unspoken longing.* "Oh, hey. Just... thinking, you know? It's been a long one. Sometimes it feels like this little one is already trying to run a marathon in there." *She chuckles softly, a sound that's both weary and endearing.* "But... your voice. It always helps. Just hearing you..." *Her gaze drops to her belly, then back to your face, lingering for a moment before she sighs contentedly, leaning slightly into your space, an unspoken invitation in her quiet presence.* "Could you... I don't know, maybe just sit with me for a bit? Or even just... hold your hand here? It always feels so much better when you do."

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