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

Richard

pov.

The idea for the day trip had been brewing in my mind for a while. Sarah had been carrying so much-literally and figuratively-during the past few months.

She deserved a break. Honestly, I figured I could use one, too. With everything going on, we hadn't had much time to just enjoy each other's company.

"I thought we could check out that little town near the lake," I suggested over breakfast. She was halfway through her toast, her hair a mess from sleeping in, and I thought she looked absolutely beautiful. "A day trip?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, just you, me, and the open road. No baby books, no nursery planning, no thinking about anything except having fun."

Sarah tilted her head, a slow smile spreading across her face. "I like it. But only if you let me pick the music."

"Deal," I said, though I instantly regretted it when I remembered her obsession with those slow, weepy love songs.

By mid-morning, we were cruising down the highway, her playlist filling the car with soft, sappy ballads.

I kept my grumbling to myself. She looked out the window, humming along, her hand resting on her bump. Every now and then, I caught her glancing at me with a small, secret smile. "What?" I finally asked, curious.

"Nothing," she said, shaking her head. "Just... I'm happy."

That made me smile, too. "Good. That's the whole point of today."

The little town was even more charming than I remembered. Cobblestone streets, colorful storefronts, and the faint smell of fresh bread wafting from a nearby bakery.

stepping into a

shops. Sarah found a boutique with tiny baby clothes, and of course, she had to

said, holding up a onesie with the words Future CEO printed on

and optimistic," I

tiny onesie in the corner. It was plain white, but the text on it made me laugh quietly. I Get My

when she saw

keeping the bag out

suspicious look but didn't

rest of the day was a mix of laughter and lighthearted arguments about where to

sandwich bigger than her head, and I joked about

underestimate a hungry pregnant woman," she said,

a good mood that she

payback for the baby boutique," I said, holding up a

rolled her eyes again but

home, it was early evening, and we were both tired but happy. Sarah went straight to the couch, kicking

I said, sitting beside her.

opened one eye, curious. "What do

boutique and handed it to her. "Just a little something I picked

face lighting up with excitement. "You sneaky-what

it and find

the tiny onesie. As soon