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.

like stepping

found a boutique with

a onesie with the words

optimistic," I

another rack, I noticed a tiny onesie in the corner. It was plain white, but the text on it made me laugh quietly. I Get My Charm from Dad. "Perfect," I thought, slipping it off the rack

when she saw me returning with

lied, keeping the bag out of

suspicious look but didn't

mix of laughter and lighthearted arguments

small café with outdoor seating. Sarah ordered a sandwich bigger than her

pregnant woman," she said, taking a massive

the cafe, she was in such a good mood that she didn't even complain when I insisted on stopping at a shop

baby boutique," I said,

rolled her eyes again but didn't

but happy. Sarah went straight to the couch, kicking off her shoes

I said, sitting beside her.

opened one eye, curious.

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

lighting up with

it and find

and pulled out the tiny onesie. As soon as she read