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."

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

tired. And the nausea's been

something down. "That's to be expected. Let's

stayed quiet, standing off to the side while the doctor checked Sarah's vitals. I

doctor asked Sarah how often she'd been eating, I couldn't help but jump

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

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

held up my hands. "Sorry.

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

come across as overbearing, even if my

developing as expected. I'll prescribe something for the nausea and give you a few tips to help manage the symptoms, but you're doing a wonderful

smirking at me. "Wonderful. No

panicking," I

of recommendations and asked if we

Sarah gave me a knowing smile, like

we left the room, I placed a hand on the small of her back. "You're amazing," I said again, and this time she didn't

couch with a sigh, kicking off her shoes and leaning back into the cushions. "I'm officially done for the day,"

I said,, setting the bag of prescribed medications and pamphlets on the coffee table. "You were a

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

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

lips. "You know, you can relax too, Richard. You've been wound

wasn't wrong. My brain hadn't stopped spinning since

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

I admitted. "For

arm. "It doesn't have to be perfect, you know. We're figuring this out

her words sink in. She

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

sounded reasonable," she said, shrugging. "Eat small meals, get