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

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

of comforting her without making

said so, Roscoe put the hairdryer away and headed

"Let's go see Austin."

moved quickly, almost as if he didn't want

Roscoe, who usually acted with such maturity and composure, indulge in a few rare moments of

suite, consisting

door, Roscoe

moved aside, allowing Nicole to enter, and then he

bathed in soft light, highlighted Austin's

long eyelashes, prominent nose bridge, and slender lips

shut, he looked remarkably like

seizing these quiet moments to gaze at and gently

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

of feelings, discomfort, sadness,

hesitating, pulling back, then reaching out

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

quivered slightly as he

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

back began to fall onto

herself, "I'm

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

tiny hand was still clutching

eyelashes were damp, a sight that made Roscoe's

realized Nicole wasn't as cold as

side came out

was dealing with more pain and exhaustion than

gently covered her with a light blanket and made sure Austin was

of the room, Roscoe noticed Nicole's phone

number

eyebrow, Roscoe had a pretty good guess about who

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

here

"She's sleeping,"

Roscoe cut in.

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

to pick

the words out,

his tone

you've got a message, I'm here to pass it