From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 524

Chapter 524

Chapter 297: Timing Is Everything

Savannah

“Oh my God, we’re finally getting married.” The words slipped out ofme before I could stop them.

Roman glanced at me from the driver’s seat, one hand resting loosely on the wheel, the other reaching across the console to lace his fingersthrough mine.

His thumb brushed over my knuckles in slow, absent circles. “We are,baby,” he said simply.

The city drifted past outside the window in muted motion–traffic lights blinking, pedestrians crossing, morning sunlight glinting off glass buildings. Everything looked ordinary.

But nothing felt ordinary about today to me.

I pressed my lips together, fighting the strange, overwhelming urge to cry and laugh at the same time.

“I thought…” I paused, searching for words that wouldn’t sound tooheavy for such a bright morning. “I thought we’d never make it here.”

Roman’s grip tightened slightly, grounding me. “I never doubted we would,” he admitted quietly. “And I never stopped wanting it.”

I turned toward him fully. “Wanting what?”

“You,” he said, like the answer had always been obvious. “A life with you. Even when you were too stubborn to see it. Even when you were fighting it.”

Something inside my chest softened completely.

Roman’s gaze returned briefly to the traffic, but his voice remained steady, thoughtful.

“I didn’t picture this from the start,” he continued. “I didn’t imagine marrying you. Or building a family. I didn’t imagine I’d get another chance at something like this.” His jaw flexed, emotion flickering through his expression. “But somewhere along the way… you changedwhat I believed was possible.”

My throat tightened.

“I’ve loved you for longer than I ever admitted,” he said, “Maybe not

in the way I understand now. But I was always drawn to your laughter and your chaos. Always protective of you. Always… yours, in some way.”

I swallowed hard, blinking rapidly.

“I didn’t love you like this before,” I confessed. “Not as a lover.” I gave a small, shaky laugh. “You were my best friend. My safe place. I didn’t even realize when everything changed.”

Roman lifted a brow, amused but attentive. “And now?” he asked softly.

I intertwined our fingers tighter, pressing his hand against my heart.

“Now you’re my husband. And I’m going to devote my life to loving you,” I said. “To building a home with you. To raising your children.

To choosing you every single day.”

“You ready?” he murmured.

“Thank you,” I said sincerely.

He nodded once, then casually added, “Also–you’re fired.”

I blinked. “What?!”

Roman made a strangled noise beside me. I glared at him.

“You’ve been gone for two weeks,” Goldberg continued matter–of- factly. “We had to fill the position. Someone else is doing your job now.”

My mouth fell open. “I–what–today? You’re telling me this today?”

Roman doubled over, laughing helplessly. He wiped at his eyes, shaking his head. “Unbelievable,” he managed. “You got fired on your wedding day.”

“This is not funny!” I protested, though a smile betrayed me. “This is not right.”

Goldberg shrugged innocently. “Timing is everything.”

The absurdity of it dissolved whatever nerves remained. Laughter came easily after that. The tension that had once shadowed every moment of our lives was gone. In its place was something buoyant and bright.

The ceremony itself was simple, quiet and intimate. But nothing about it felt small.

When we stood facing each other, hands joined, the world seemed to narrow into a single point of focus–his eyes, steady and certain.