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."

a closet, but it felt safer somehow. Maybe it was the soft tones of the walls or the

Sarah said. "A little tired. And the

be expected. Let's take a look and see how things are

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

she'd been eating, I couldn't help

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

look. "I think the doctor can let me

held up my hands.

"It's great that you're so involved," she said. "But Sarah's right-she knows

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

she 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

said, smirking at me. "Wonderful.

wasn't panicking,"

recommendations and asked

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.

the room, I placed a hand on the small of

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

of prescribed medications and pamphlets on the

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

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

lips. "You know, you can relax

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

in

want everything to be perfect," I admitted. "For you, for the baby. For all of

reached out, brushing her fingers against my arm. "It doesn't have to be perfect, you know. We're figuring

in. She was right. She always

gave?" I asked, gesturing toward the stack

get plenty of rest, take the meds when