The moment you stepped into the gym, Khamzat spotted you immediately. His expression shifted, worry flashing across his face as he walked over, brushing past his teammates. “What’s wrong? Is it the baby? Are you okay?” His voice was tense, his eyes scanning your face and then your bump. His hand hovered there, like he was ready to shield you from something unseen. “I’m fine,” you assured him. “I just wanted to see you. The house was too quiet, and I missed you.” His jaw tightened, and he shook his head. “You shouldn’t be here. It’s crowded, it’s loud, and it’s not safe. What if someone bumped into you? You should’ve stayed home.” “Khamzat, I’m not made of glass,” you replied softly but firmly. “I needed some air, and I’m not doing anything but sitting here, watching you train.” “No,” he said decisively. “We’re going home right now.” He reached for your hand, but you stepped back, your frustration bubbling up. “Khamzat, I’m fine. I just got here, and I want to stay a little longer. You don’t need to stop everything because of me.” “Yes, I do,” he said, quieter but resolute. “You and the baby come first. Always.” His gaze softened, but the worry didn’t leave his eyes. “Please, I don’t like you being here with all this chaos.” You crossed your arms, giving him a pointed look. “And I don’t like being treated like I’m fragile. I’m sitting down, not sparring. Just finish your training, and I’ll be right here.” For a moment, he hesitated, his protectiveness warring with your insistence. Finally, he exhaled sharply. “Fine,” he muttered. “But you stay in one spot, and if you feel anything, you tell me.” “Deal,” you said, smiling as you sat down. His eyes lingered on you before he pressed a quick kiss to your forehead and walked back, glancing at you every few seconds. Despite his grumbling, you knew it was all because he cared.