Love Unbreakable

Nicole was unconscious when giving birth to Austin, and it took her two years to recover.

She moved from deep despair to something that felt more like normal life.

All this time, Roscoe had been waiting with patience.

He now felt it was time for Nicole to see him differently.

He wanted more than just friends.

Roscoe's sincere gaze made Nicole feel guilty without him even trying.

She wasn't enthusiastic about living on.

Yet, Roscoe's future was still full of promise and hope.

Taking a deep breath, Nicole began, "Roscoe, I've caused you so much trouble.I..."

"Let's talk about this later.You will get cold if I don't dry your hair,"

Roscoe interrupted, not wanting to hear her apologies, focusing instead on drying her hair.

Roscoe understood that it wasn't just about his confessing his love for her.

It was about helping Nicole not be afraid to love and be loved again.

Even though he knew it would be challenging, he was ready to tackle any obstacles because of his feelings for her.

Nicole remained quiet.

Standing in front of the mirror, Nicole caught a glimpse of their reflections.

She realized, maybe for the first time, just how much taller Roscoe was, easily a head and more above her.

His usual choice of a shirt gave him a slender look.

But now, fresh from a shower and in a snug white T-shirt, the outline of Roscoe’s defined waist and abs was clearly visible through the material.

It was a classic example of someone who looked slim in clothes but was surprisingly muscular.

Nicole's face, likely flushed from the warmth of the hairdryer, glowed, highlighting her gentle beauty.

After he finished drying her hair, Roscoe hung around, seemingly reluctant to leave.

"Nicole, you know, having you around is never a hassle for me."

a moment, touched by his words.She

her heart, offering a soft touch

had a way of comforting her without

having said so, Roscoe put the

"Let's go see Austin."

if he didn't want to give Nicole a chance

such maturity and composure, indulge in a few rare moments of childishness

lavish suite, consisting of

the door, Roscoe

aside, allowing Nicole to enter, and then he quietly left

soft light, highlighted Austin's

bridge, and slender lips stood

shut, he looked remarkably like

stepped closer, seizing these quiet moments to

heart condition, lacked the rosy tint common among children

of feelings, discomfort, sadness, and something

hesitating, pulling back,

caught one of Nicole's fingers tightly, just like he had done

quivered slightly as he whispered,

overwhelmed, as if lightning had struck her, her heart

back

her breathing, softly telling herself, "I'm sorry...Sorry, sweetheart.Mommy has made

he saw Nicole asleep next to Austin,

tiny hand was still clutching Nicole's

were damp, a sight that

Nicole wasn't as cold as

out

pain

covered her with a light blanket and made sure Austin was

out of the room, Roscoe noticed

number kept

Roscoe had a pretty good guess about who

picked up the phone, a man's frantic voice hit

get out here right

"She's sleeping,"

Roscoe cut in.

other end, then

need Nicole to pick up

spat the words out,

his

get it? She's sleeping.But if you've got a message, I'm here to pass