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.

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

starting to think you'd gone

quite. Just folding laundry and trying to

impending motherhood," she said, her tone dripping 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.

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

yet," I admitted, laughing. "But

"You've already managed to wrangle a company, a husband, and me.

feeling a little lighter. "How's everything on your end? The office is still

haven't let them burn it down yet. Though

shaking my head. "You're a

all in a day's work," she said dramatically. Then, after a pause, she added, "Seriously, though, you don't need to worry about us. Focus

throat. Zoe didn't say things like that often, and when she did, they hit hard. "Thanks,

said. "Now go take a nap or something. You've earned

feeling a little

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

me nonstop since yesterday, and I wanted to do something nice for him for a

I called as he walked in from the garage, carrying a bag of groceries. "What do you think about a movie night? Just us, popcorn, and something cheesy

dropping

hesitated, scratching the back of his

there's something I should probably mention," he

an eyebrow.

Marina might be stopping by tomorrow. She's in town and

blanket slipping from my hands.

I figured it'd be nice for her to see you. It's been, what, years since you

I muttered

he asked,

I said quickly, forcing a smile. "That'll