From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 530

Chapter 530

I could see photographs here. Frames filled with memories not yet made. Birthdays. Holidays. Graduations. Prom. Messy art projects proudly displayed.

Roman’s footsteps followed behind me. “What do you think?” he asked softly.

I turned, and the answer came without hesitation. “I love it,” I said. “I really love it.”

His smile spread slowly, “I knew you would,” he said. “I love it too.”

We moved through the kitchen, and I immediately began rearranging it in my mind–colors shifting, cabinets painted, a table placed just so. I could see myself standing here late at night, barefoot, listening to soft music while preparing something simple.

Beyond the kitchen, glass doors opened to a backyard where a pool shimmered gently beneath the sun. There was a wide and open space beside it, waiting.

A garden,” I murmured to myself. “We could put a garden there.” Flowers. Herbs. Maybe even a small tree.

Roman’s hand settled at the small of my back, grounding me gently. He turned toward the agent. “My wife loves it,” he said simply. “We’ll take it.”

Her composure held, but delight sparkled unmistakably in her eyes. “That’s wonderful,” she said. “We can begin the paperwork immediately.”

“How quickly can we start?” Roman asked.

“Right away, if you’d like.”

“Let’s do it.”

She gestured toward an area, and Roman kissed my forehead before following her. “Give me a minute, baby.”

I nodded, watching him go. Then, drawn by curiosity, I made my way toward the staircase.

The steps rose in a gentle curve, sunlight spilling down from a window above. Each step felt like walking into a future that had been waiting patiently for us

to arrive.

Upstairs, a hallway branched in two directions. I turned right.

The first door opened into a bright, spacious room with wide windows overlooking the backyard. Light danced across the floor like something alive.

I stepped inside, already imagining soft pastel walls, two cribs positioned just right, shelves lined with small books and a truckload of toys.

“This would be perfect,” I whispered.

A nursery.

Roman had talked endlessly about building a crib himself. About painting the walls. About doing everything with his own hands like other excited new

fathers did.

Now I could see it clearly–him kneeling on the floor, tools scattered around, determination etched into his features as he created something for our children.

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Our children. The thought still felt miraculous.

I moved from room to room, each space offering a new vision.

A bedroom filled with morning light. A playroom echoing with laughter. Walls adorned with drawings made by tiny hands. Even the quiet spaces felt alive

with possibility.

Standing in the center of the hallway, I pressed my palm gently against my stomach. “How did I get so lucky?” I whispered.

A month ago, uncertainty had shadowed every step. Fear had lived in the corners of my thoughts. Now, peace had taken root where doubt once lingered.

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