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

was Roscoe's promise that warmed her heart,

had a way of

put the hairdryer away and headed

"Let's go see Austin."

moved quickly, almost as if he didn't want to give

a few rare moments of childishness brought a

suite, consisting of two connected

door, Roscoe discovered Austin already fast

to enter, and then he quietly left to give

room, bathed in soft light, highlighted Austin's

nose bridge, and slender lips

his eyes shut, he looked remarkably

quiet moments to gaze

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

of feelings, discomfort,

hesitating, pulling back,

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

lips quivered slightly

if lightning had struck

she had been holding back began

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

saw Nicole asleep next to Austin,

hand was still clutching Nicole's

were damp, a sight that made Roscoe's heart

wasn't as cold as

out

was dealing with more pain and exhaustion than

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

noticed Nicole's phone

number kept

eyebrow, Roscoe had a pretty good

picked up the phone, a man's

here right

"She's sleeping,"

Roscoe cut in.

pause on the other end, then

Nicole to pick

spat the words out, teeth

kept his

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