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."

moment, touched by his words.She had been promised

that warmed her heart, offering

a way of comforting her

so, Roscoe put

"Let's go see Austin."

moved quickly, almost as if he didn't want to

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

a lavish suite,

the door, Roscoe discovered Austin already

then he quietly

soft light, highlighted Austin's remarkable features as

nose bridge, and

his eyes shut, he looked remarkably

these quiet moments to gaze at and

the rosy tint common among children his age, displaying

a whirlwind of feelings, discomfort,

hand, hesitating, pulling back,

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

quivered slightly as

felt overwhelmed, as if lightning had struck her,

had been holding back began to fall onto

herself, "I'm sorry...Sorry, sweetheart.Mommy has made a lot of

Nicole asleep next to Austin, curled up in a

tiny hand was still

were damp, a sight

Nicole wasn't as cold

out when

with more pain and exhaustion than

her with a light blanket and made sure Austin

noticed Nicole's phone quietly buzzing on the

number

Roscoe had a pretty good guess

soon as Roscoe picked up the phone, a man's frantic

here right now.I'm telling

"She's sleeping,"

Roscoe cut in.

a pause on the other end, then the sound

need Nicole to pick up the

the words

his tone

got a message, I'm