From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 472

From Best Friend To Fiancé

Chapter 272

Chapter 159: Reese Knew

Savannah

I gripped the paper bag containing the pregnancy test strips tighter

against my chest as if it were some forbidden object I wasn’t

supposed to be seen with. The air outside felt heavier than usual, or

maybe it was just me–weighted with nerves, with the possibility that

something inside this tiny bag could change everything.

I still couldn’t wrap my head around the fact that there was even a

chance I could be pregnant. Not entirely, anyway. Maybe my period

had just been delayed because of stress. That was reasonable enough.

I’d been drowning in stress lately–emotionally, mentally–so maybe

this was just my body’s way of waving a white flag.

Yes. It had to be that.

Clinging to that fragile thread of hope, I opened the driver’s door,

still clutching the paper bag like it was my last secret on earth.

Lizzie was already inside the car, grumbling as she scrolled through

her phone. She’d been in a mood since earlier, ever since we stopped

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by the house to pick up her things. Apparently, her mother wasn’t

thrilled about the idea of her staying over at my place. And finding

out that Aunt Carol was in town? That had been a shocker.

I didn’t even know she was visiting. Probably came to see my mom-

her sister. But at least her presence meant Emily had someone else

besides Aunt Janice watching her while Alyssa stayed to take care of

Mom. For that, I was grateful.

“I don’t know why she still treats me like a child,” Lizzie muttered,

tossing her phone into her bag. “I’m an adult, Sav. A grown woman.

Why does she keep putting me on a leash?”

I smiled faintly, dropping the paper bag beside me on the console.

“She’s just being a mom. Don’t be too hard on her. I guess all moms

are supposed to be that way. It’s kind of their thing. Trust me, one

day you’ll understand.”

She rolled her eyes dramatically. “Oh please. Well, I know what kind

of mom I’m going to be, and it’s definitely not one that controls her

twenty–two–year–old daughter like she’s sixteen. Twenty–two, Sav!

Yet she still treats me like I’m going to run off and join a biker gang if she blinks too long.”

I laughed at her exaggeration. “Lizzie, she’s just being a mom.”

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“Oh, please,” she scoffed. “If I ever have kids, I’m going to let them

live. Not cage them up like my mom does me.”

“Mm–hmm.” I glanced over at her, my lips twitching. “Remind me of

that when you have a teenager sneaking out your window.”

She rolled her eyes and grinned. “I’ll still be cooler than her.”

“Good luck with that.” I chuckled softly, starting the car. “She’s just

being concerned. Don’t worry, I’ll talk to her. I’ll tell her I need you

around for emotional support, so she knows I’ll keep an eye on you.”

Lizzie smirked. “You know what my mom always says about you?”

“Oh boy,” I said, laughing. “Do I want to know?”

“She used to tell me not to grow up and be like Savannah, the wild

girl.” She laughed. “Whenever I did something wild, she’d go, ‘Don’t

grow up to be like Savannah.‘ The family rebel.”

I burst out laughing, shaking my head. “Wow. I’m glad to know I made

the family’s cautionary tale list.”

“She means well,” Lizzie giggled, “She thinks Roman’s like this

beacon of decency, so basically, you marrying him is like a miracle in

her eyes.”

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“Roman?” I scoffed, unable to stop the bitter laugh that escaped me.

“Right. The perfect golden boy.”

“Just tell her Roman said I could visit. She’ll melt.”

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