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."

for a moment, touched by his words.She

Roscoe's promise that warmed her

had a way of comforting her without making it

Roscoe put the hairdryer away and

"Let's go see Austin."

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

composure, indulge in a few rare moments of childishness brought a sparkle

lavish suite,

the door, Roscoe discovered

to enter, and then

room, bathed in soft light, highlighted

nose bridge, and slender lips

he looked remarkably like

quiet moments to gaze at

affected by his heart condition, lacked the rosy tint common among

whirlwind of feelings, discomfort, sadness,

hand, hesitating,

aware of her presence, Austin’s small hand caught one of Nicole's

lips quivered slightly as he whispered,

felt overwhelmed, as if lightning had

been holding back began to fall onto her

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

saw Nicole asleep next to Austin, curled up

was still

damp, a sight

realized Nicole wasn't as

soft side came out

was dealing with more pain and exhaustion

with a light blanket and made sure Austin was comfortable before his

Roscoe noticed Nicole's phone quietly

unknown number

a pretty

soon as Roscoe picked up the phone, a

here right now.I'm

"She's sleeping,"

Roscoe cut in.

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

need Nicole to

words

his tone

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