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."

by his

her heart, offering

had a way of comforting her

having said so, Roscoe put

"Let's go see Austin."

he didn't want to give Nicole a chance

indulge in a few rare moments of childishness brought a sparkle of affection to

a lavish suite, consisting of two

opening the door, Roscoe discovered Austin already

then he quietly

light, highlighted

eyelashes, prominent nose bridge, and slender lips stood

his eyes shut, he looked remarkably

stepped closer, seizing these quiet moments to gaze at and

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

experienced a whirlwind of feelings,

hand, hesitating,

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

quivered slightly as

as if lightning had struck her,

been holding back began to fall onto her

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

in, he saw Nicole asleep next to Austin, curled up in

tiny hand was still clutching Nicole's

were damp, a sight that made Roscoe's

wasn't as

came out when she was by

was dealing with more pain and exhaustion

her with a light blanket and made sure Austin

noticed Nicole's phone quietly

number

an eyebrow, Roscoe had a pretty

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

here

"She's sleeping,"

Roscoe cut in.

on the other end, then the

to pick up the

spat the words

kept his tone

She's sleeping.But if you've got a message,