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

her heart, offering

of comforting her without making

Roscoe put the hairdryer

"Let's go see Austin."

didn't want to give Nicole a chance to say

maturity and composure, indulge in a few rare moments of childishness

suite, consisting of two

the door, Roscoe discovered Austin already

allowing Nicole to enter, and then he quietly

in soft light, highlighted

eyelashes, prominent nose bridge,

his eyes shut, he

stepped closer, seizing these quiet moments to

condition, lacked the rosy tint common among children

whirlwind of feelings, discomfort, sadness, and

reached out her hand, hesitating, pulling

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

slightly as he whispered,

Nicole felt overwhelmed, as if lightning had struck her, her heart

she had been holding back began

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

saw Nicole asleep next to

hand was

sight that made Roscoe's

realized Nicole wasn't as cold as she

came out when she was

dealing with more pain and exhaustion than

to disturb her sleep, Roscoe gently covered her with a light blanket and

out of the room, Roscoe noticed Nicole's phone quietly buzzing

unknown number

a pretty good guess

picked up the phone, a man's frantic voice

out here

"She's sleeping,"

Roscoe cut in.

a pause on the other end,

to pick up

words

kept his

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