From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 531

Chapter 531

Chapter 300: You Did It

Roman

Six months later…

“Savannah, I think you should rest.” I said.

I’d said it so many times that the words had started losing structure, dissolving into a sound that lived somewhere between worry and pleading.

She didn’t even turn this time. She simply kept folding impossibly tiny onesies with intense concentration, like the fate of the world depended on whether the sleeves aligned perfectly.

“I’m fine, Roman,” she said, smoothing the fabric with deliberate care. “I just need to finish organizing this. The twins can’t come into chaos.”

The nursery smelled faintly of fresh paint and baby powder. Sunlight filtered through sheer curtains, laying a soft golden glow across the two cribs I had spent the last week assembling with near–obsessive precision. Every screw tightened twice. Every edge sanded smooth.

Two cribs. Even now, the reality of it pulsed quietly through me. Two different people. Two lives. Two tiny humans who would call me father.

Savannah stepped back from the closet, surveying her work like a general reviewing troops before battle. Her hair, long and soft down her chest, brushed the curve of her swollen belly. She absently tucked a strand behind her ear, then fussed with it again seconds later.

She had insisted on growing it out. Said she wanted to see what she’d look like. Now every brush of it against her body made her sigh dramatically. Yet, she stubbornly refused to cut it.

She caught me watching her and smiled. “Now doesn’t that look better?”

I glanced at the neatly separated rows of clothing–pink, blue, white–and nodded. “Perfect, mommy.”

Her smile deepened, soft and luminous. Then it vanished. She froze on the spot. Her hand moved to her belly. “Uh oh.”

Every muscle in my body locked. “Sav?” I took a cautious step toward her. “Good uh oh or bad uh oh?”

She didn’t answer. Her face shifted through confusion, realization… then unmistakable panic. Slowly, very slowly, she turned toward me.

“I think it’s an emergency uh oh, Roman.”

I dropped the blanket I’d been folding and rushed forward. But I didn’t make it. My foot slid across the floor, hitting something warm and slick.

Time slowed as my gaze dropped to the floor, Clear fluid spread across the hardwood. My brain caught up one second too late.

Her water had broken.

“Oh my God,” I breathed. Then louder–far louder than necessary-“It’s time!”

Savannah gripped my arm with surprising strength. “I think they’re coming,” she said, voice trembling. “Call my sister, Call my mom. We need to go. Now.”

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Chapter 531

Reality slammed into me like a wave. “This is really happening,” I whispered.

She moaned, doubling slightly. “Yes, Roman. It really is.”

“Fuck.”

Savannah groaned, her fingers digging into my arm with surprising strength. “Roman,” she breathed, voice tight with effort, “we need to go. Now.”

Everything I had rehearsed for months–every checklist, every calm response, every carefully planned step–evaporated from my mind in an instant.

All I could see was her. All I could hear was the sharp edge of pain threaded through her voice. And all I could feel was a wave of fierce, overwhelming

urgency.

“Okay. Okay,” I said, though my voice came out strained. “Hospital. Bags. Keys.”

I moved fast–grabbing the packed hospital bag by the door, my phone and hers, her file of medical documents. My hands trembled, but my body kept moving, driven by a single instinct: get her there safely.

Savannah leaned against the wall, breathing through another contraction, eyes squeezed shut. “Roman…” she whispered.

“I’ve got you,” I said immediately, sliding an arm around her waist. “I’ve got you, baby.”

The drive to the hospital felt both impossibly fast and unbearably slow. I drove while dialing Alyssa’s number. And the scream she let out nearly destroyed my eardrums. When the call dropped, I called Reese and unfortunately, he was with River.

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