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

Sarah

pov.

I woke up that morning with an idea buzzing in my mind like a persistent fly. It wasn't about reorganizing the nursery or tackling the endless list of baby-related tasks.

No, this was different. I wanted to create something lasting, something that could capture the whirlwind of emotions, changes, and funny little moments we'd experienced during this pregnancy.

A photo album. It seemed simple enough, but as I sat at the dining table with my laptop, scrolling through photos, I realized this was about more than just pictures.

It was about preserving memories, the kind we might laugh at or cry over years from now. The first snapshot I found was of me holding a pickle jar in one hand and a tub of ice cream in the other, grinning like a lunatic.

"I forgot about that night," I murmured to myself, smiling. Richard had taken the picture after catching me sneaking into the kitchen at midnight. I remembered how he'd teased me for days, calling me his "sweet-and-sour queen." "Perfect," I said, adding it to the album template.

The next few photos I found were more routine-belly shots we'd taken every month, selfies from doctor's visits, and a few pictures of me surrounded by baby clothes. But as I scrolled further, I realized something was missing: Richard. Later that morning, I decided to change that. Richard was outside tinkering with something in the garage, so I grabbed my phone and quietly followed him.

Peeking through the doorway, I saw him hunched over a small bookshelf he'd decided to build for the nursery.

He was muttering to himself, a pencil tucked behind his ear and a tape measure in his hand. I couldn't resist. I snapped a quick photo.

"Caught in the act," I teased, stepping inside.

Richard looked up, startled. "What are you doing?"

phone. "Future generations

to take pictures, at least wait

now," I said, clicking another photo. "The before-and-after will

his head and went back to measuring, but I could see the faintest hint of a grin on

stealthy photographer, capturing candid moments of Richard without

in concentration as he tried to figure out

looking both amused and slightly terrified at how

on the couch with a baby book open on his chest. I almost didn't take it because it felt too sweet to disturb, but I knew it belonged in

midnight craving picture, and heartwarming ones, like Richard working on the nursery. I couldn't wait to show him. That evening, after dinner, I brought the laptop to the

he asked, glancing at

been working on,"

shot. Richard laughed. "Oh, I remember this!

still stand by it," I

clicked through the album, his laughter turned into soft chuckles, then quiet smiles. When we reached the photos of him, his eyes widened. "Wait a minute," he said. "When did you

This is our

the screen for a moment, his expression unreadable. Then he turned to me, his voice softer. "I didn't realize

"You're always doing these little things-building shelves, reading baby books, even just being there when I need you. I wanted to make sure you knew how much it matters." Richard didn't say anything for a while, but

time. Richard pointed at the half-painted walls in the picture. "Remember when I accidentally

laughed. "How could I forget? You were so determined to fix it that you stayed

didn't want you to be disappointed,"

the color, but because you cared