From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 286

**Chapter 166: Forgive Me, Roman**

Roman

Among all the shadows that loomed over my relationship with Savannah, I never anticipated that one particular shadow would eclipse everything else.

A baby.

If she had asked me for the stars, I would have crafted a ladder that reached the heavens. If she longed for the ocean, I would have willingly drained my very essence to lay it at her feet. But this… this was an entirely different matter. It was not merely about her desires; it was about the potential loss that haunted me. It was about the things I felt utterly incapable of providing her.

The thought of her bearing my child should have ignited a spark of joy within me. Once, in the sanctuary of my imagination, it did. I envisioned tiny versions of her, their laughter filling the air as they crawled through our home, their little curls bouncing with every giggle. I could see her in the kitchen, her belly round and radiant, cheeks aglow with the warmth of impending motherhood. In those moments, I thought to myself, this is home. This is where I belong. Where we belong.

Yet, those dreams would always fade when the harsh reality of my family’s legacy crashed back into my mind, reminding me that love and life within the Blackwood lineage come at an unbearable cost.

She sat there on the edge of the bed, her hands resting gently on her knees, her eyes shimmering with a delicate hopefulness. The soft glow of the lamp cast a golden hue on her skin, making her look like a divine being, and for a fleeting moment, I felt the walls around my heart begin to crumble. I wanted nothing more than to fulfill her every wish. I always had.

“Roman,” she spoke softly, her voice barely above a whisper. “You’re not saying anything.”

Her voice quivered, not with anger, but with a palpable fear. She was clinging to the fragile promise upon which she had built her dreams, and I could see it slipping away.

I held her gaze for what felt like an eternity. The truth weighed heavily on my conscience, and I knew I couldn’t lie to her—not about this.

“I can’t just say yes, to give you the words you long to hear,” I finally managed to say, my throat constricting under the gravity of my confession.

The way she looked at me then shattered something deep within my soul. Her eyes glistened, brimming with unshed tears that she refused to allow to fall.

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