Chapter 166: Forgive Me, Roman

Roman Of all the things I feared might ever stand between Savannah and me, I never thought it would be this. A baby. If she had asked for the moon, I would have built her a ladder to the sky. If she wanted the ocean, I’d have drained my veins and poured them at her feet. But this… this wasn’t just about what she wanted. It was about what I could lose. About what I couldn't give her. The idea of her carrying my child should have filled me with joy. Once upon a time in my imagination, it did. I have pictured it sometimes—tiny versions of her crawling through the house, her laughter echoing down the hall, her hair in little curls. I would see her standing in the kitchen, her belly round, her cheeks glowing, and think God, that’s home. That's where I belong. Where we belong. But those imaginations always disappear when I remind myself that love and life in my family come at a price. She sat on the bed, hands braced on each knee, her eyes hopeful and soft. The light from the lamp painted he