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 had

that warmed her

way of comforting her without making it

said so, Roscoe put the hairdryer away

"Let's go see Austin."

as if he didn't want to give Nicole a

acted with such maturity and composure, indulge in a few rare

was a lavish suite, consisting

opening the door, Roscoe discovered Austin

Nicole to enter, and then he quietly left to give them

soft light, highlighted Austin's remarkable features as he

prominent nose bridge,

shut, he looked remarkably like

stepped closer, seizing these quiet moments to gaze at

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

a whirlwind of feelings,

out her hand, hesitating,

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

lips quivered slightly

if lightning had struck her, her

she 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

Nicole asleep next to

hand was still clutching

eyelashes were damp, a sight that

as cold as

out when she was by

pain and exhaustion than

with a light blanket and

noticed Nicole's phone quietly

unknown number

had a pretty

the phone, a

get out here right now.I'm telling

"She's sleeping,"

Roscoe cut in.

the other end, then

need Nicole to pick up the

words out,

kept his

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