Winning Back His Ex's Wife's Broken Heart by Hayley

Chapter 134

Sarah pov.

The morning sunlight streamed through the kitchen window, painting everything in soft, warm hues.

I stirred my tea absently, watching the steam swirl up as I tried to sort through the jumble of thoughts in my head. Yesterday's check-up had gone well-better than I could've hoped, really. Still, a tiny part of me couldn't shake the doctor's advice.

"Eat this, avoid that, don't stress, stay active but not too much," I muttered under my breath, swirling my spoon in circles. It felt like there were a hundred rules to remember, and I was terrified of messing something up. "You're going to wear a hole in that mug if you keep stirring like that," Richard teased, setting a plate of scrambled eggs in front of me.

I blinked and looked up at him. He was still wearing the soft smile he'd carried since yesterday's appointment, the one that made me feel like everything might actually be okay.

"Just thinking," I said, resting my chin in my hand.

"About?" he prompted, sitting down across from me.

I sighed, picking at the edge of my toast. "About how I have to keep all of this straight. What if I forget something? What if I eat the wrong thing or miss a dose of the vitamins? It's just... a lot."

Richard reached across the table, covering my hand with his. "Hey, we've got this. And by 'we,' I mean you're not doing this alone. I'm here, remember? Your Chief Pregnancy Support Officer."

I couldn't help but laugh at that. He'd started calling himself that yesterday, and even though it was silly, it did make me feel less alone.

"You're going to regret saying that when I wake you up at 3 a. m. for watermelon and pickles," I teased.

He grinned. "If that's what you want, then watermelon and pickles it is. I'll even bring a spoon for the pickle juice."

I wrinkled my nose. "Okay, that's disgusting, even for cravings."

Richard's laughter filled the kitchen, and for a moment, the knot in my chest loosened.

The rest of the morning passed in a blur of emails and light tidying around the house. I was halfway through folding a pile of laundry when my phone buzzed.

up. She rarely called unless there was something funny

soon as I answered. "I was starting to think you'd gone full

"Not quite. Just folding laundry and trying to remember which vitamin I'm supposed to

don't give me that

you're nervous," Zoe said. "You're Sarah. You

yet," I admitted, laughing. "But don't tempt

this," Zoe said, her tone softening. "You've already managed to wrangle a company, a husband, and me. A baby will be a

vote of confidence," I said, feeling a little lighter.

she joked. "But don't worry, I haven't let them burn it down yet. Though I

head. "You're

you don't need

in my throat. Zoe didn't say things like that often, and when she

take a nap or something.

promised her I'd rest and hung up, feeling

was time to unwind. I lit a few candles in the living room, hoping to create

had been fussing over me nonstop since yesterday, and I wanted to do something nice for

bag of groceries. "What do you think about a movie night?

perfect," he said, dropping the bag on

I started gathering blankets, Richard hesitated, scratching

something I should probably mention," he

eyebrow. "Should I

Marina might be stopping

slipping from my

it'd be nice for her to see you.

I muttered under

was that?" he asked,

forcing a