From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 10

**Chapter 8: Are You Pregnant, Sis?**

Lizzie stood in the doorway, her figure silhouetted against the soft glow of the hallway light, clutching a bundle of freshly laundered towels in one hand and a small glass bowl in the other. The sight of her froze me in place, a mix of confusion and amusement washing over me.

Roman blinked, his brow furrowing slightly. “Are those—”

“Goldfish,” I interjected, the absurdity of the situation hitting me like a wave.

“I-I just came to drop off these fresh towels and…uh…” Lizzie stammered, her voice trailing off as she lifted the bag, revealing the small, swirling creatures inside. “Alyssa said these fish need emotional support, and she thinks Roman has a gentle aura.” Her voice wavered on the last word, her eyes darting around the room, taking in the sight of Roman lounging beneath me, his hoodie rumpled and shirtless, a smug grin plastered across his face.

“I’ll just…leave it on the dresser. You guys…carry on. Or not. Or do. Who am I to judge? Goldie says hi.” She rambled, her words tumbling out in a flurry, as if she were trying to escape the awkwardness of the moment.

The room fell silent for a heartbeat.

“Lizzie?” I raised an eyebrow, a smirk creeping onto my lips as I watched her flounder in the chaos she had stumbled into.

“Oh. Oh no. I didn’t see anything. Carry on. Act like I wasn’t here,” Lizzie declared, her hands flapping dramatically as she began to back away, her eyes wide with mock horror.

“Lizzie, we—” I started, hastily scrambling off Roman, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks.

“Nope. Nope. Doesn’t matter, I can’t even see. I don’t have my glasses on,” she insisted, squinting exaggeratedly into the room, her expression comically bewildered. Then, with a flourish, she pretended to fumble along the doorframe, her fingers tracing the wall as if she were truly lost.

“You literally walked in here, Lizzie,” Roman pointed out dryly, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes.

“Details!” she shot back, feigning a stumble over her own feet. “Just two sexy shadows wrestling. Could be yoga. Could be crime. Who’s to say?” Her playful tone lightened the mood, even as she made her way to the door.

Finally locating the exit, she turned around with all the flair of a dramatic actress in a telenovela, proclaiming, “Tell Chloe her cousin walked in on live amateur porn. Also, you’re both super hot. Even a blind girl can tell!” With that, she slammed the door behind her, leaving the air thick with laughter.

I stared at the closed door, still processing the absurdity of it all. “Did my cousin just bring a fish as an emotional support offering from my sister?” I mused aloud, shaking my head in disbelief.

Roman nodded solemnly, his gaze fixed on me, a glimmer of mischief in his eyes. “While I was being ridden like a mechanical bull for educational purposes.”

A laugh burst from my lips, and I collapsed against his chest, the weight of my family’s eccentricity lifting for a moment. “God, I hate my family. They’re absolute maniacs.”

He grinned, his fingers running soothingly down my back. “Remind me to get them all something for Christmas. Preferably therapy.”

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