[Third Person].
Meredith could see it clearly—the joy, the relief, the pride that filled him completely. It softened her expression further.
"You look like you just won a war," she said lightly.
He let out a small breath that almost resembled a laugh. "Something like that."
Her fingers curled slightly around his. "Have you told anyone?"
Draven paused, then shook his head. "I didn't even think of it," he admitted, lowering his head slightly to press a brief kiss to her hand.
Meredith smiled. "You should. Especially Dennis."
Draven nodded immediately. "I will."
He stood, though his gaze lingered on her for a moment longer before he stepped away and took out his phone.
Dennis picked up almost instantly. "Draven?"
"They are here."
There was a brief silence on the other end. Then— "What?"
"The twins," Draven said, his voice steady but carrying unmistakable pride. "They have been born."
