From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 301

**TITLE: Dreams Folding Into Broken Time**
**Chapter 173: Zoned Out**

Savannah

I was acutely aware that wielding a knife with my hands trembling like leaves in a storm was not the wisest of decisions. The blade quivered ominously with each shallow breath I drew, a reminder of how precarious my situation was. One miscalculated movement, and I could easily inflict harm far beyond mere vegetables. Yet, I pressed on, chopping, stirring, and cleaning—anything to keep my hands occupied, anything to muffle the tempest brewing within my mind.

Every few seconds, my eyes flicked toward the clock hanging on the wall, its ticking a relentless reminder of time slipping away. Roman would be home soon, and he was anticipating good news. The thought twisted my stomach into knots, a painful churn that made me want to curl up in a corner and vanish from the world. Because when he walked through that door, wearing that familiar, warm smile, carrying flowers or that bottle of wine I adored, I would have to face him with the truth.

There was no baby. All the dreams and hopes we had woven together were slipping through my fingers like grains of sand, leaving me feeling hollow and lost.

Behind me, Lizzie’s voice floated in and out, a soft melody that crashed against the hard reality I was drowning in. I could hear her clearly, yet the words eluded me, drowned out by the thumping of my heart, which echoed in my ears like a relentless drum. The walls felt as if they were closing in, the air thickening around me, making it hard to breathe.

This was dire. So utterly dire.

How on earth was I supposed to break this news to him? How do you tell a man who has finally opened his heart to the idea of fatherhood that you might never be able to fulfill that dream?

My throat tightened painfully, a lump of shame swelling within me, one that I couldn’t swallow down.

Not long ago, the issue had been Roman’s reluctance to have children, and I had braced myself for the end of our relationship. But everything had changed. He had changed. And now that we both wanted the same thing, I was the one who was failing to deliver.

Why must I always be the source of disappointment?

A flicker of panic ignited in my mind. What if there was something fundamentally wrong with me? Had the years of birth control truly sabotaged my chances? Was my doctor right when he suggested it might be a struggle? Or worse yet, what if it might never happen at all?

Chapter 301

The thought hit me like a sledgehammer: What if I was the one running from the truth all along?

My resolve crumbled like dry leaves underfoot. My knees buckled before my pride could catch up, and I slid down the counter until I found myself sitting on the cold, unforgiving floor. The tears came rushing out, hot and relentless, streaking down my cheeks before I could even think to stop them.

“The tests came back negative, Lizzie,” I whispered hoarsely, the words barely escaping my lips. I repeated it, louder this time, as if saying it out loud would somehow make it more bearable. “The tests came back negative. Again.”

Instantly, Lizzie’s expression softened, her concern morphing into something deeper. She sank down in front of me, crossing her legs, worry etched across her features. “That can’t be right. You’ve looked different lately. I swear, Sav, I thought you were glowing. And maybe even a little chubbier too.” She added the last part with careful consideration, as if treading on fragile ground.

I shook my head, misery washing over me. “I don’t know. Maybe it’s just my mind playing tricks on me. Maybe something’s wrong with me.”

She reached out, pushing her glasses up her nose as she took my hand in hers. “Hey. Stop that. There’s nothing wrong with you. The only thing you need—”

**Chapter 302**