Susan sat on the bench, her hair slightly disheveled by the wind. She didn't bother to fix it, her hand still on her stomach, a slight smile playing on her lips.

Chen Hao squatted down beside her, his eyes fixed on her belly as if he could see through it. He just took out his phone, turned on the recording function, and said to the screen, "First fetal movement, 2:17 PM, position slightly to the left."

Carl stood to the side, his tablet already open, his fingers swiping rapidly to record the time in the spreadsheet. Nana stood behind him; a blue light flashed, and the data was automatically synced.

"Why are you recording this?" Susan asked him.

"Show it to the doctor." Chen Hao put away his phone. "This is evidence that the child is getting better."

"But it only moved slightly."

“Even a little movement is still movement!” Chen Hao stood up, patted his pants, and said, “Let’s go to the hospital now.”

"I just sat down."

"I can't sit still any longer." He turned and walked towards the entrance of the residential area. "I'm calling to make an appointment for an extra number. You guys hurry up and follow me."

Carl looked up at the sky, then glanced down at the schedule on his tablet. "The outpatient clinic closes at 3 p.m. today... If I go now, I can still make it."

Nana said softly, "I've planned the best route to avoid congested areas, and we expect to arrive in nineteen minutes."

Susan was helped up by the two men, one on each side. She didn't say anything more, but simply put her hands on Chen Hao's arms and slowly walked forward.

He wasn't driving fast, but Chen Hao kept his foot on the accelerator the whole time. When they arrived at the hospital, he rushed into the registration hall, grabbed his medical insurance card and the examination report, and handed them over.

"Add me to the obstetrics department, I need to see the doctor now."

The receptionist nurse looked up at him and asked, "Is there an emergency?"

"Yes! The fetus is a little small, but we have noticed fetal movement. We would like to have the doctor check if there are any changes."

The nurse hesitated for a moment, then dialed an internal number. Two minutes later, they received a handwritten number slip.

In the examination room, the doctor was flipping through the previous report. After she finished reading it, she looked up and said, "You came in quite a hurry this time."

“We recorded the baby’s movements.” Chen Hao handed over his phone. “This is the recording we just made. The time and location are marked.”

After listening to the recording and looking at the data sheets that Carl brought, the doctor's brows slowly relaxed.

“You can’t hear all the baby’s movements,” she said, “but it’s good that you can remember them.”

Nana then stepped forward: "According to monitoring over the past three days, the fetal heart rate fluctuation range is normal, with a maximum of 152 beats per minute today. Combined with the mother's dietary records, the protein intake compliance rate has increased to 86%."

The doctor was taken aback: "Your robot can do all this?"

“Okay.” Nana pulled up a chart. “This is the curve showing the relationship between fetal heart rate and feeding time. The red marks indicate the active period within 30 minutes after a high-protein meal.”

The doctor examined it carefully for a few seconds and nodded: "There is indeed a correlation."

She turned to Susan: "How are you feeling now? Are you tired? How's your appetite?"

"It's okay," Susan said. "It's just that my back sometimes aches."

"Normal reaction," the doctor wrote down. "However, based on the current data, the situation is more optimistic than last time. The femur length deviation has not increased, and fetal movement has begun to reappear, which are positive signs."

Chen Hao immediately asked, "Does that mean the problem isn't serious?"

"It's too early to say," the doctor said, putting down his pen. "But what is certain is that there is no sign of deterioration at present. As long as you continue with your current nutrition and lifestyle, and have a follow-up check-up in two weeks, you will most likely see improvement."

"Do you need to take medicine? Or get an injection?" Carl asked.

“No need for any of that.” The doctor shook his head. “What you’re doing now is the best treatment—recording, observing, and adjusting your diet. This isn’t an illness; it’s just that your growth rate is a little slow. You can catch up.”

Chen Hao lightly punched his knee: "I knew it, my kid just has a slow start, but he'll definitely have plenty of stamina."

The doctor smiled: "Good attitude, keep it up."

After leaving the clinic, the four of them stood in the corridor waiting for the elevator. Chen Hao suddenly turned around, hugged Susan, and spun her around before putting her down.

"Did you hear that? The doctor said everything's fine!"

Susan was a little dizzy from his actions, and steadied herself by holding onto the wall: "Don't get too excited."

"I'm releasing stress." He grinned. "I've practically become a professional anxiety sufferer these past few days."

Carl looked at the notes on his phone: "The focus is still on protein and vitamin D, and we can't slack off on sun exposure."

Nana said, "I have set a daily reminder: the sun exposure window is from 8:30 to 9:30 in the morning. It is recommended to expose your arms and face for more than 15 minutes."

"It depends on the weather." Chen Hao looked up at the ceiling. "What if it rains?"

“It can be done on the balcony,” Nana replied. “Although the UV intensity is reduced by 37%, it’s still effective.”

The elevator arrived, and the four of them stepped inside. Chen Hao leaned against the corner and let out a long sigh.

"At least it's not bad news."

When Chen Hao got home that evening, he took out the remaining cod from the refrigerator, held it up, and asked, "Shall we fry it tonight?"

“Steamed,” Susan said. “I don’t want to smell the cooking fumes.”

“Okay, steamed.” He nodded. “Serve it with some broccoli and a bowl of egg drop soup.”

Carl sat at the dining table, printing out a new nutrition plan. He handed the paper to Nana: "Check it again, make sure you haven't missed any supplements."

Nana glanced at it: "Taurine tablets, 200 mg once a day, after meals; B-complex vitamins as directed; calcium supplements, maintain the original dosage."

“I’ve noted it down.” Carl put a checkmark on the form.

Chen Hao hummed a tune while washing the fish, completely off-key. Susan sat on the sofa, flipping through her fetal movement logbook page by page.

The first three days were blank. On the fourth day, a line was written: "It moved a little, like a bubble bursting."

She stared at that sentence for a long time, then gently placed her hand on her stomach.

“Listen,” she suddenly said.

All three stopped what they were doing at the same time.

"What?" Chen Hao walked over, wiping his hands.

“He moved again,” Susan said with her eyes closed. “This time it was more obvious than last time.”

Chen Hao quickly squatted down, pressing his ear against her stomach. After a few seconds, he looked up: "There's definitely movement!"

Carl immediately turned on the tablet and started timing. Nana also approached, and the blue light flashed steadily, indicating that it had entered real-time monitoring mode.

"The fetal movement lasted for two and a half seconds and was of moderate intensity," she announced in a low voice. "This is consistent with early activity."

"Great!" Chen Hao plopped down on the ground. "I declare tonight's dinner to be called the 'Celebrating Baby's Growth Feast'."

"The food isn't ready yet." Susan opened her eyes and smiled.

“Then I must do it even better.” He jumped up and rushed back to the kitchen. “I want to give my son his first kick the most delicious dinner.”

At 8:00 a.m. the next morning, Nana issued a notification sound.

"It's time for sunbathing, Susan, please go to the balcony area."

Susan put on a light coat and went outside. The sun was shining brightly, warming her face. She sat down in a chair and closed her eyes.

Chen Hao stood at the door, holding a glass of milk in his hand.

"Drink it first, then sunbathe," he said. "Supplementing with calcium and vitamin D, a two-pronged approach."

"How come you're even more enthusiastic than me?"

“I’m the secondary fetal monitor now.” He sat down next to me, “My special responsibility is to make sure you eat and sleep well.”

Carl poked his head out of the room: "The telemedicine consultation is arranged for next Wednesday at 3 p.m.

"Remember to test the equipment beforehand," Chen Hao said.

"Don't worry," Carl said, shrinking back. "I even prepared a spare network cable."

Nana stood at the balcony doorway, the blue light flashing slowly. She didn't urge anyone or announce the countdown; she simply waited quietly.

A breeze lifted a corner of the curtains, letting sunlight slant across the floor. Susan's hand remained on her stomach, a slight smile playing on her lips.

Chen Hao stared at her hand and suddenly said, "Do you think he'll inherit my laziness?"

“Then you’ll have to take him to exercise every day.” Susan opened her eyes and looked at him.

"Sure," he patted his chest. "I'll train him myself and make sure he runs faster than anyone else."

As soon as she finished speaking, Susan's hand trembled violently.

"Here we go again?" Chen Hao immediately moved closer.

She nodded, her eyes brightening: "That was a pretty hard kick this time."

Chen Hao pressed his ear against the glass, waited a few seconds, and then suddenly grinned.

"This kid is probably hungry."