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."

froze for a moment, touched by his words.She had been

was Roscoe's promise that warmed her heart, offering a soft

a way of comforting her without making it

having said so, Roscoe put the hairdryer

"Let's go see Austin."

as if he didn't want to give Nicole a

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

was a lavish suite,

door, Roscoe

then he quietly left

light, highlighted Austin's remarkable features as

long eyelashes, prominent nose bridge, and slender

he looked remarkably

stepped closer, seizing these quiet moments

lips, affected by his heart condition, lacked the rosy tint common among children his age, displaying a slight purple color

feelings, discomfort, sadness, and something

hand, hesitating, pulling

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

lips quivered slightly as he

that moment, Nicole felt overwhelmed, as if lightning had struck her, her heart

back began

tried to steady her breathing, softly telling herself,

in, he saw Nicole asleep

hand was still clutching

were damp, a sight that made Roscoe's

Nicole wasn't as cold as she

came out

pain and exhaustion than

covered her with a

noticed

unknown number

an eyebrow, Roscoe had a pretty good guess about

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

out here

"She's sleeping,"

Roscoe cut in.

other end, then the sound of the man breathing

need Nicole to pick up the

spat the words out,

kept his

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