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."

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

that warmed her heart, offering a soft

of comforting her without

said so, Roscoe put the

"Let's go see Austin."

quickly, almost as if he didn't want to

composure, indulge in a

suite, consisting of two

door, Roscoe discovered Austin already

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

soft light, highlighted Austin's remarkable features as he

bridge, and slender

eyes shut, he

seizing these quiet moments to gaze

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

of feelings, discomfort, sadness, and something

her hand, hesitating,

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

slightly as he

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

had been holding back began to

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

asleep next to Austin, curled

hand was

eyelashes were damp, a sight that made Roscoe's

wasn't as

out when

pain and exhaustion than

Roscoe gently covered her with a light blanket and made sure

of the room, Roscoe noticed Nicole's

number kept

an eyebrow, Roscoe had a pretty good guess about who

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

get out here right

"She's sleeping,"

Roscoe cut in.

on the other end, then the sound

need Nicole to pick

the words out,

his tone

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