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."

touched by his words.She had been promised by others many

that warmed her

had a way of comforting her without making it

having said so, Roscoe put the hairdryer

"Let's go see Austin."

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

such maturity and composure, indulge in a few rare

suite,

opening the door, Roscoe discovered Austin

enter, and then he quietly left to

soft light, highlighted Austin's remarkable

eyelashes, prominent nose bridge, and slender lips stood

shut, he

closer, seizing these quiet moments to gaze at and gently touch

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

a whirlwind of feelings, discomfort, sadness,

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 the moment he

quivered slightly as he

overwhelmed, as if lightning

she had been holding back began to fall onto her

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

he saw Nicole asleep next to Austin,

tiny hand was

eyelashes were damp, a sight that made Roscoe's heart

as cold

out when she

dealing with more pain and exhaustion than

Roscoe gently covered her with a light

room, Roscoe noticed Nicole's phone quietly buzzing on the

number

an eyebrow, Roscoe had a pretty good

up the phone, a man's frantic voice

out here right now.I'm telling

"She's sleeping,"

Roscoe cut in.

a pause on the other end, then the sound of the

Nicole to pick up

the words out,

his

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