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."

or the friendly smile of the

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

expected. Let's take a look and see

to the side while the doctor checked Sarah's vitals. I didn't

she'd

like you suggested," I said. "And I've been making sure

a look. "I think

held up my hands. "Sorry.

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

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

Baby's developing as expected. I'll prescribe something for the nausea and

me. "Wonderful. No need to

wasn't panicking,"

a small list of recommendations and asked if we

everything was fine? Was there anything else we should be doing?-but I bit my tongue. Sarah gave

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

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

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

pulling a throw pillow into her lap. "I didn't do much except

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

her lips. "You know, you

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

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

want everything to be perfect," I admitted.

against my arm. "It doesn't have to be

her words sink in. She was right.

did you think about the advice she gave?" I

get plenty of rest, take the meds when