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."

tones of the walls or the friendly smile of the doctor as she walked in, clipboard in

said. "A little tired. And the nausea's been pretty rough

expected. Let's

Sarah's vitals. I didn't want to

doctor asked Sarah how often she'd been

eating small meals, like you suggested," I said. "And I've been making sure she's

"I think the doctor

my hands. "Sorry. Just trying

to overzealous partners like me. "It's great that you're so involved," she said. "But Sarah's right-she knows her

to come across as overbearing, even if

gave 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

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

panicking," I

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

Sarah gave me a knowing smile, like

small of her back. "You're amazing," I

She sank onto the couch with a sigh, kicking off her shoes and leaning back into

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

throw pillow into her lap. "I didn't do

"You nailed it.

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

back into the couch. She wasn't wrong. My brain hadn't stopped

words in my

just want everything to be perfect," I admitted.

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

her words sink in. She was

gave?" I asked, gesturing toward

said, shrugging. "Eat small meals, get plenty of