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."

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

little tired. And the nausea's been pretty rough this

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

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

doctor asked Sarah how often she'd

you suggested," I said.

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

held up my hands. "Sorry.

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

off a little. I didn't want to come across as overbearing, even if my brain was running at a hundred miles

us both a reassuring smile. "Everything looks great so far. Baby's developing as expected. I'll prescribe something for the nausea and give you a few tips to help

at me. "Wonderful. No

panicking," I

handed Sarah a small list of recommendations and asked if we had any

else we should be doing?-but I bit my tongue. Sarah gave me a knowing smile,

the room, I placed a hand on the small of her back. "You're

the couch with a sigh, kicking off her shoes and leaning back

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

chuckled, pulling a throw pillow into her lap. "I didn't do much except answer questions and lie

sitting down beside her. "You nailed it. And the doctor said

lips. "You know, you

wasn't wrong. My brain

replaying the doctor's words in my head,

perfect," I admitted. "For

"It doesn't have to be

letting her words sink in. She was right.

gave?"

sounded reasonable," she said, shrugging. "Eat small meals, get plenty of rest, take the