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."

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.

"A little tired. And the nausea's been

to be expected.

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

often she'd been eating, I couldn't

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

turned her head to give me a look. "I think the doctor can let me answer

my hands. "Sorry. Just

like me. "It's great that you're so involved," she said.

come across as overbearing, even if my brain was running at a

both a reassuring smile. "Everything looks great so far. Baby's developing as expected. I'll prescribe something for the nausea and

said, smirking at me. "Wonderful. No need to

wasn't panicking,"

a small list of recommendations and asked if we had

should be doing?-but I bit my tongue. Sarah gave me a knowing smile, like she could hear every unspoken thought. "Thank you," Sarah said to the doctor, standing up. "We'll

hand on the small of her

home, Sarah looked ready to collapse. She sank onto the couch with a sigh, kicking off her shoes and leaning back into the cushions.

of prescribed medications and pamphlets on the coffee table. "You were a

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

"You nailed it. And the doctor said everything's going

a soft smile tugging at her lips. "You know, you can relax too, Richard. You've been wound

She wasn't wrong. My brain hadn't stopped

I kept replaying the doctor's words in my head, double-checking for any signs I

to be perfect," I admitted. "For

her fingers against my arm. "It doesn't have to be perfect, you know. We're figuring this out together. That's

nodded, letting her words sink in. She was right. She

you think about the advice she gave?" I asked, gesturing toward the stack

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