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 doctor as she walked in, clipboard in hand. "How are

said. "A little tired. And the

nodded, jotting something down. "That's to be expected. Let's take a look and see how things

checked Sarah's vitals. I didn't want to

she'd been eating,

suggested," I said. "And I've been making sure she's drinking plenty of

turned her head to give me a look. "I think the

hands. "Sorry.

to overzealous partners like me. "It's great that

didn't want to come across as

great so far. Baby's developing as expected. I'll

smirking at me. "Wonderful.

wasn't panicking,"

Sarah a small list of recommendations and

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

the small of her

the time we got home, Sarah looked ready to collapse. She sank onto the couch with a sigh, kicking off her shoes and

said,, setting the bag of prescribed medications and pamphlets on the

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

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

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

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

replaying the doctor's words in my

perfect," I admitted. "For you, for the baby. For all

to be perfect, you know. We're figuring

her words sink in.

about the advice she gave?" I asked, gesturing toward the stack of

meals, get plenty of