Winning Back His Ex's Wife's Broken Heart by Hayley

Chapter 133

Richard pov.

Hospitals were never my favorite place. Something about the sterile smell, the squeak of shoes on polished floors, and the constant hum of activity made me uneasy.

But sitting there with Sarah in the waiting room, I was trying not to let any of that show. She didn't need me adding to her stress.

Sarah sat next to me, leaning back in her chair, one hand on her stomach and the other flipping through a magazine that looked older than both of us. "You're fidgeting again," she said, not even looking up. "I'm not fidgeting," I said quickly, though my bouncing knee betrayed me.

She gave me a sideways glance, one eyebrow raised. "You know I can hear your leg, right?"

I stopped, planting both feet firmly on the ground. "Just keeping the blood flowing," I said with a shrug.

Her lips twitched into a small smile. "Sure. Whatever helps you sleep at night."

I loved how calm she seemed, like this was just another routine appointment. But me? My stomach was doing somersaults. I wasn't even sure why.

Everything had been going fine so far, and this was just a check-up. But still, what if we missed something? What if there was something we weren't prepared for?

I glanced at Sarah again. She looked tired, but she was holding it together like a champ. "You're amazing, you know that?" I said, breaking the silence.

She snorted. "Amazing? For sitting in a chair?"

"For handling all of this," I said, gesturing vaguely at her and the waiting room. "You're just... I don't know. You're incredible."

She softened, reaching over to squeeze my hand. "We're handling this. Together."

Before I could respond, the nurse called her name. I shot up, a little too fast, and Sarah laughed. "You coming?" she asked, already heading toward the door.

"Of course," I said, following close behind. "I wouldn't miss this for the world."

consultation room wasn't much bigger than a closet, but it felt safer somehow. Maybe it was the soft tones of the walls or the friendly smile of the doctor as she walked in, clipboard in hand. "How are we feeling today?" the doctor asked, looking at

tired. And the nausea's been pretty

"That's to be expected. Let's take a look and see how

quiet, standing off to the side while the doctor checked Sarah's vitals. I didn't want to get in the way, but I was watching everything like

she'd been eating, I

been eating small meals, like you suggested," I said. "And I've been

a look. "I think the doctor can let

up my hands.

doctor smiled, clearly used to overzealous partners like me. "It's great that you're so

didn't want to come across as overbearing, even if my brain was running

as expected. I'll prescribe something for the nausea and give you a few tips to

me. "Wonderful. No need

panicking,"

list of recommendations and asked if we

million things-was she sure everything was fine? Was there anything else we should be doing?-but I bit my tongue. Sarah gave me a knowing smile, like she

placed a hand on the small of her back. "You're amazing," I said again, and this time she

with a sigh, kicking off her shoes

of prescribed medications and pamphlets on

throw pillow into her lap. "I didn't do much except answer questions

I said, sitting down beside her. "You nailed it. And the doctor said everything's

her head, a soft smile tugging at her lips. "You know,

the couch. She wasn't wrong. My brain hadn't stopped spinning since we left

words in my head, double-checking for any signs I might've

want everything to be perfect," I admitted. "For

"It doesn't have to be perfect,

her words sink in. She was right. She always

the advice she gave?"

she said, shrugging. "Eat small meals, get plenty of rest, take the meds when needed. Nothing