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.

myself, smiling as I picked it up. She rarely called unless there was something funny or ridiculous to

I answered. "I was starting to think

folding laundry and trying to remember which vitamin I'm

with mock seriousness. "How are you feeling today? And don't give me that 'fine' nonsense. Real answers only." I rolled my eyes but couldn't help smiling. "Hopeful,

Zoe said. "You're Sarah. You probably have

admitted, laughing. "But don't

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

feeling a little lighter. "How's everything on your end?

haven't let them burn it down yet. Though I did have to talk

shaking my head. "You're

after a pause, she added, "Seriously, though, you don't need to worry about us. Focus

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

a nap or

I'd rest and hung up, feeling a little more steady than

time to unwind. I lit a few candles in the

yesterday, and I wanted to do something nice

bag of groceries. "What do you think

said, dropping the

started gathering blankets, Richard hesitated, scratching

something I should probably mention," he

raising an eyebrow. "Should I be

just... My cousin Marina might be stopping by tomorrow. She's in town and wanted to

slipping from my

"Yeah. I figured it'd be nice for her to see

a reason," I muttered under my

he asked, tilting

said quickly, forcing