From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 532

From Best Friend To Fiance

Chapter 532

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We’re really doing this,” she whispered after a while, eyes fixed ahead.

“Wes,” I said only. “We are. Don’t be scared. I’ve got you. I’m right here.”

Her fingers tightened around mine again. “I’m not scared,” she added quietly. “Just.. overwhelmed. And also a little excited”

Iswallowed. “Me too.”

But beneath the nerves, beneath the urgency, beneath the fear, there was wonder. Pure, humbling wonder.

The moment we arrived at the hospital, everything moved quickly. Nurses. Questions. Forms. Gentle but efficient hands guiding Savannah into a wheelchair despite her protests that she could walk just fine.

I stayed beside her, refusing to let go of her hand even as they prepared her room.

The delivery suite was bright, calm and very clean as I had carefully made sure it’d be.

Machines hummed softly. Monitors blinked steady rhythms across dark screens. The hospital lights were too bright. The floors are too white. The air smelled clean in a way that made everything feel more serious, more real.

Nurses moved efficiently. Their voices were calm but purposeful. Savannah was guided onto a bed, monitors attached, vital signs checked. Then she was

asked to sit on a ball.

I stayed beside her, never letting go of her hand through every moan, groan and sob.

“It hurts, Roman.” Savannah cried. “It hurts a lot.”

She had chosen a natural birth with an epidural–something we had discussed again and again. She wanted to do it that way. And honestly? I had little to

no rights to decide for her on the subject no matter how scared I’d been.

Watching the preparation was surreal.

The careful movements. The sterile instruments. The quiet instructions. The way Savannah nodded through each explanation, composed even through

discomfort and excruciating pain that turned her skin red.

1 watched the epidural procedure with a mixture of fascination and dread, my heart lodged somewhere in my throat. She squeezed my hand during it, her forehead resting briefly against my arm.

When the epidural was administered, I stood close, speaking softly to her, grounding het, reminding her she wasn’t alone.

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“You’re safe,” I whispered. Tm right here”

Her fingers found mine again afterward, squeezing once. “I know,” she said.

Time changed shape after that.

Minutes stretched, Sounds blurred. The world narrowed to the rhythm of her breathing and the rising, falling lines on the monitor

Then the doors opened.

Flora entered first–frail and very slow but determined, strength glowing through exhaustion. Alyssa followed, tears already streaming down her face. Emily clutched her mother’s hand, wide–eyed and solemn in a way only children can be when they sense something important is happening

Savannah’s face softened instantly. “Mom…”

Flora moved to her side, gently brushing her hair back. Her eyes shone with pride, with love, with something deeper–something that carried the weight of time and everything they’ve been through.

“I’m here,” she whispered. “I’m so proud of you, sweetheart.”

Alyssa kissed Savannah’s forehead, crying openly now. “You’re incredible,” she said. “Do you hear me? Incredible.”

Emily peered over at her aunt’s swollen belly, saying, “Hi, babies,” as if they could already hear her.

Then it was time. Alyssa, Emily and Flora had to leave. The room shifted into focused motion. The doctor offered calm instructions.

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