From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 302

**Dreams Folding Into Broken Time**

“There is something fundamentally wrong with me!” I exclaimed, my voice trembling with an emotional edge. “This is the second time, Lizzie—two texts, two different results—and both negative! What if I can’t have children? What if—”

“Sav—”

“I can’t get pregnant!” I cried out, my fingers tangling in my hair as frustration surged through me like an electric current. “There’s something inherently wrong with me, Lizzie. I can feel it deep down. I just know it.”

For a brief moment, the kitchen was enveloped in silence, the only sound my choked sobs echoing against the walls. Lizzie tightened her grip on my hand, her touch warm and reassuring. “Listen,” she said softly, her voice a soothing balm, “I really think you should talk to Roman first. You both should see a doctor together. Get checked out as a team. You never know—it might not even be you. It could be—”

“That’s absolute nonsense,” I interjected, my voice sharper than intended.

The words hung in the air, cold and unyielding. We both turned toward the doorway, where Reese stood, his jacket draped carelessly from one hand. His expression was as hard as stone, flat and detached, as if he had walked into a scene he had already assessed and judged.

I quickly wiped my tears with the back of my hand, scrambling to my feet in a flurry of embarrassment. “I didn’t hear you come in,” I muttered, trying to regain some semblance of composure.

He brushed off my comment, his gaze locking onto me with an intensity that felt like a spotlight piercing through the darkness. “Who said you can’t get pregnant?” he demanded, his tone a mixture of confusion and concern.

I opened my mouth, ready to unleash a sarcastic retort, but the words evaporated into nothingness. My throat felt raw, each word a struggle. “The tests,” I finally managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper. “I tested twice, and both came back negative.”

He stepped closer, his tone cutting through the tension like a shard of ice. “And a doctor told you that you can’t?”

“No,” I admitted, swallowing hard against the lump in my throat. “But the first test was at a hospital with my doctor. The second was at home. Both were negative.”

His jaw tightened, a muscle twitching in his cheek. Though his voice remained calm, that calm was more unsettling than any display of anger. “We’re not friends, Savannah. You probably hate me, and that’s fine. But I’d hate to see you make yourself miserable over this. You’re not pregnant yet—so keep trying until you are.”

His words struck me like a slap, brutal and direct, a classic Reese move.

His eyes darted toward Lizzie. “And don’t ever suggest that my brother is the problem, Elizabeth. Roman is not sterile.”

I managed a weak laugh, a mere breath escaping my lips. “You’re utterly ridiculous.”

She rolled her eyes, but her expression softened as she looked back at me. “Are you okay?”

No. Not even close to okay. But I nodded anyway, forcing the words through clenched teeth. “Yeah. I’ll be fine.”

Lizzie didn’t look convinced. She stepped closer, wrapping her arms around me in a brief, comforting hug. “Don’t torture yourself, Sav. One test doesn’t define anything. Neither do two. Stress alone can mess with your body. You’ve been through so much. Just breathe, alright?”

I nodded again, though my gaze drifted back to the clock on the wall, its ticking echoing in the silence.

Roman would be home any minute now. I could almost envision it—his footsteps echoing in the hall, the familiar scent of his cologne wafting through the air before he even spoke. He’d smile, wrap his arms around me, and ask, “So, is it positive?”

And in that moment, I would have to look into those hopeful eyes and shatter his dreams into a million pieces.