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."

touched by his words.She had been

warmed her heart, offering a soft touch of

always had a way of comforting her

having said so, Roscoe put the hairdryer away

"Let's go see Austin."

want to give Nicole a chance

indulge in a few rare moments of childishness brought a sparkle of affection to

room was a lavish suite, consisting of two

the door, Roscoe

moved aside, allowing Nicole to enter, and then he

bathed in soft light, highlighted Austin's remarkable

eyelashes, prominent nose bridge, and slender lips stood

he looked

closer, seizing these quiet moments to gaze at and

the rosy tint common among children his age,

whirlwind of feelings, discomfort, sadness, and something

hand, hesitating, pulling back,

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

quivered slightly as he whispered,

as if

had been holding back began

telling herself, "I'm

he saw Nicole asleep next to Austin, curled up

tiny hand was still

a sight

wasn't as cold

side came out when she

was dealing with more pain and exhaustion than

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

the room, Roscoe noticed Nicole's phone quietly

number kept

a pretty good guess about

soon as Roscoe picked up the

get out here

"She's sleeping,"

Roscoe cut in.

other end, then the sound

to

spat the words out,

his

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