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."

his words.She

promise that warmed her heart, offering a soft touch

always had a way of comforting

having said so, Roscoe put the hairdryer away and

"Let's go see Austin."

as if he didn't want to give

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

was a lavish suite, consisting

door, Roscoe

aside, allowing Nicole to enter, and then

in soft light, highlighted Austin's remarkable

bridge, and slender

he looked

moments to gaze at and

lacked the rosy tint common among children his age,

experienced a whirlwind of feelings, discomfort, sadness,

reached out her hand, hesitating, pulling back, then

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

lips quivered slightly as he whispered,

felt overwhelmed, as if lightning had

back

steady her breathing, softly telling herself, "I'm sorry...Sorry, sweetheart.Mommy

he saw Nicole asleep next to

was still

damp, a sight that made Roscoe's

wasn't as cold as she

soft side came out when

was dealing with more pain and exhaustion than

disturb her sleep, Roscoe gently covered her with a light blanket and made sure Austin was

noticed Nicole's phone quietly buzzing

unknown number kept

eyebrow, Roscoe had a pretty good guess about who

soon as Roscoe picked up the phone, a

here

"She's sleeping,"

Roscoe cut in.

the other end, then the sound of the man

to

words out,

kept his

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