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."

froze for a moment, touched by his words.She had been

that warmed her heart,

way of comforting her

said so, Roscoe put the

"Let's go see Austin."

almost as if he didn't want to give Nicole a chance to

in a

room was a lavish suite, consisting of two

opening the door, Roscoe discovered Austin already fast

Nicole to enter, and then he quietly left to

light, highlighted Austin's remarkable features as

prominent nose bridge, and slender lips

shut, he

moments to

by his heart condition, lacked the rosy tint common among children his age, displaying

a whirlwind of feelings, discomfort,

hesitating, pulling back, then reaching out

if aware of her presence, Austin’s small hand caught one of Nicole's fingers tightly, just like he had done

quivered slightly as he whispered,

if lightning had struck her, her

back began to fall

telling herself, "I'm sorry...Sorry, sweetheart.Mommy

Roscoe walked in, he saw Nicole asleep next to Austin, curled up in a

tiny hand was still clutching

damp, a sight that made Roscoe's heart

as cold as

came out

more pain

sleep, Roscoe gently covered her with a light blanket and made sure Austin was comfortable before his

room, Roscoe noticed Nicole's phone

unknown number kept

pretty

picked up the phone, a

get out here right

"She's sleeping,"

Roscoe cut in.

the other end, then the sound of the man breathing

Nicole to pick up the

the words out, teeth

his tone

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