From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 529

Chapter 529

Chapter 299: Our Children

Savannah

Later that day…

We stood in the driveway, staring at the house, and something inside me simply… refused it.

It wasn’t dramatic. There was no sudden wave of dread or sharp, instinctive alarm. Just a quiet, stubborn resistance blooming in my chest like a flower that

refused to open.

A strong and certain no. I didn’t like it.

The house was objectively beautiful. Sleek architecture. Clean angles. Expansive glass panels that reflected the sky like a mirror. Sunlight clearly poured across its surface, making it shimmer in a way that was probably meant to impress.

But it didn’t feel like a home. It felt like a display case.

I folded my arms loosely across my stomach, tilting my head as I studied the structure again, searching for warmth and finding none.

“Ummm… Roman,” I murmured, lowering my voice, “are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

He didn’t answer immediately. His gaze traced the length of the glass façade, then drifted toward the open stretch of minimalist landscaping–perfectly trimmed, perfectly arranged, perfectly…impersonal.

“Maybe,” he whispered back. “But I don’t know what you’re thinking.” He leaned slightly closer, voice dropping even further. “But I definitely don’t picture a baby crawling around in there.”

Relief flooded me so quickly I almost laughed. “Yes,” I whispered. “Exactly that.”

A woman stood near the front entrance, hands politely clasped in front of her, her professional smile unwavering. She watched us with the patient optimism of someone trained to believe every showing might be the one.

I leaned into Roman, my lips barely moving. “Let’s just leave. Please. We don’t even need to go inside. I hate it already.”

His shoulders shook faintly with suppressed laughter. “Whatever you say,” he murmured.

He walked toward the agent while I remained where I was, breathing in the warm afternoon air and trying not to feel guilty.

From a distance, I watched him speak with her–calm, respectful, decisive. Her smile didn’t falter, though I saw the faint shift in her posture that signaled

disappointment carefully tucked away beneath professionalism.

When he returned, he slid his hand into mine. “She understands,” he said. “There’s another property. She thinks we’ll like that one better.”

Hope stirred again. “Let’s go,” I said immediately.

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1:00 am

Chapter 529

Less than an hour later–after a necessary stop at a drive–through because hunger had arrived with crazy urgency–we turned onto a quieter part of an

upscale neighbourhood that was lined with trees that arched overhead.

And then I saw it.

The second house stood at the end of a gentle curve in the road. It wasn’t flashy. It wasn’t trying to impress anyone. And it definitely wasn’t built like an

art gallery. It simply… existed.

Warm stone. Cream walls softened by sunlight. Wide windows framed by climbing greenery. Space that looked made for evening conversations and slow

mornings with coffee.

Before we even stepped out of the car, something inside me settled into place. “Oh,” I breathed.

Roman glanced at me. “That good?”

I nodded slowly, unable to look away. “That good.”

Love didn’t arrive loudly. It slipped quietly into my chest and slowly unfolded there. I could see it already.

Laughter drifting through open windows. Toys scattered across the floors. Tiny footsteps racing down hallways. The smell of something baking. Music

playing softly somewhere in the background..

Our new life.

We stepped out of the car together, and the breeze carried the faint scent of grass and distant blossoms. It felt welcoming and alive.

The agent unlocked the door and stepped aside for us. “Take your time,” she said warmly.

I crossed the threshold and something within me whispered a strong yes.

The interior was flooded with natural light that pooled gently across warm wooden floors. The space felt open without being cold, spacious without being overwhelming. Every corner seemed to hold possibility rather than emptiness.

I moved slowly through the living area, fingertips grazing the wall as if testing whether the place was real. The texture beneath my palm was smooth, solid

and comforting.

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