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 been promised by

Roscoe's promise that warmed her heart, offering a

always had a way of comforting her without making

so, Roscoe put the hairdryer away

"Let's go see Austin."

want to give Nicole

composure, indulge in a few rare moments of childishness brought a sparkle of affection

suite,

the door, Roscoe discovered Austin already

aside, allowing Nicole to enter, and then he quietly

light, highlighted Austin's remarkable features

eyelashes, prominent nose bridge, and slender lips

eyes shut, he looked remarkably like

stepped closer, seizing these quiet moments to gaze at and

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

of feelings,

her hand, hesitating, pulling

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

slightly as he whispered,

overwhelmed, as if lightning had struck her, her heart

she had been holding back began to fall onto her

tried to steady her breathing, softly telling herself, "I'm sorry...Sorry,

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

was still clutching Nicole's

were damp, a sight that made

wasn't as cold as she

out when

with more pain and

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

Roscoe noticed Nicole's phone

unknown number kept

an eyebrow, Roscoe had a pretty good guess about who it

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

out here

"She's sleeping,"

Roscoe cut in.

end, then the sound of the man breathing

Nicole to pick up

spat the words out,

kept his tone

if you've got a message, I'm here