[Third Person].
Two weeks later, in the quiet depths of night, Meredith stirred abruptly from sleep.
A sudden, firm movement in her belly startled her awake, followed by another—stronger this time. Her breath caught slightly as her hand instinctively moved to her stomach, pressing gently as if to steady the sensation.
"Draven…"
He woke almost immediately at the sound of her voice, his instincts sharp even in sleep. "What is it?" he asked, already turning toward her, his tone alert but controlled.
"They are moving," she said, her voice softer now, carrying a hint of surprise rather than concern.
Draven pushed himself up, his attention fully drawn to her. "Now?"
Meredith nodded, then reached for his hand and guided it to her belly. "Here."
For a brief moment, there was nothing. Then, a clear kick pressed against his palm, followed by another, more deliberate movement.
