Alex's hand was running in her curls, making her forget everything, all the bad things that had happened the past few hours. His other one was holding hers, his thumb caressing her glowing skin. They had stayed like that for the last six hours, sleeping and hugging each other.
'Dylan was right" Alex thought, they needed this husband-and-wife moment, just for themselves. It was all he wanted, his wife, as perfect as ever, in his arms, resting.
As for Norma, although her whole life was falling apart since the moment she was told what her baby boy had done, she was in peace. When Alex was with her, she felt invincible, like nothing or no one can harm her. It had always been like this, since the first time they met. Or, to be more exact, after he covered her mess with Keith Summers.
And right now, listening to his heartbeat was everything she needed to be calm, to stay calm. And smelling his scent, his masculine and attractive scent that had always turned her on, even when she had claimed she hated him.
If the circumstances weren't that bad, she would have found this time perfect, she loved being with him, doing nothing, just enjoying his presence, his closeness, the warm of his body, melting her senses, calming her nerves.
But they weren't in their bedroom or on the sofa, nor any good place he had planned to go for them to have a real honeymoon. They were in this hospital room, because Norman had tried to kill her. And if she was still alive, the credit was all his. He had saved her life, literally. And she had treated him like shit, she had told him she wanted to divorce him, that she didn't want to be connected to "such a pathetic liar".
"What's wrong?" he asked, brushing his nose against hers, making her face him again.
Tears fell freely on her rosy cheeks, running like waterfalls on her pale skin. She stared at him, affliction written all over her angelic face.
"You should leave Alex..." she muttered, sniffling.
"You want me to go?" he demanded coyly.
She just shook her head no in response. Of course, she didn't want him to go, she wasn't strong enough. Or perhaps, just selfish, just thinking about her own needs, her own wishes, like always.
"I know what you're thinking about, and you're wrong" he declared.
"I don't worth it Ale-"
He shut her up by placing a delicate kiss on her lips, not wanting to hear what she was about to say. She was again blaming herself for the whole Norman situation. She wasn't responsible. She was just blinded by love, by a motherly love.
She disconnected their lips and added "I'm serious Alex, there is a lot of women outside that could make you happy, women more hinged, more normal" she tried to reason, just wanting him to be happy and secured.
"I don't care about normal women, I just care about Norma" he said lovingly, earning a hopeful and loving grin from her.
She leaned in and pressed her lips against his, smiling a bit. A typical habit of hers, she took her hand off of his and cradled his precious face so softly, as if she thought he would break under her sweet and caring touch. She caressed every inch of his face she could touch, nose, forehead, cheekbones, he had to feel what she felt for him, she had to show him how much she loved him and how much she wanted to be the perfect wife he deserved.
After kissing sweetly for a while, he broke the kiss, feeling wetness on his cheeks. He opened his eyes and found out she was crying again.
"My own son tried to kill me" she hissed, destruction in her voice. "My own son tried to kill me!" she kept repeating, like she was just hitting by this realization. And maybe, she was.
