Post Finale (#Wattys2016)

The Ring: Chapter 2

A/N: Sorry I haven't been writing much. I've been really busy with personal stuff. You all know how it is. So here is the second installment of Post Finale. I'm trying to come up with an actual name for this story. PM me or review this story your opinion of what this story should be called. Thanks

Disclaimer: I don't own the Hush, Hush saga. Rights go to Becca Fitzpatrick

Patch POV:

Nora stared at me as she asked, "Were you in my head?"

I replied, "Maybe." I knew what I was doing. Nora has gotten better at keeping people out of her head, but every now and then she lets her invisible walls down. That's when I attempt to glance into her head and see what she's thinking about.

I was smiling because I was able to see what she was thinking about. I enjoyed the fact that she had to be lady like around me and not look like a complete pig. I was a fallen angel who could actually feel food and taste it. I knew that I ate more than I ever did, because of the sensation, but the food never got to me.

Getting on a whole different talking while Nora was trying to concentrate on eating her pancake tacos and putting her mental wall back up, I began to think about last night. No words could possibly describe how we blended together so perfectly and we both knew what each other wanted.

This morning when I woke up, Nora was practically grinning in her sleep. I figured she was either A: dreaming about the event that happened last night. B: She was dreaming about me. Or C: She was having a peaceful dream.

After the war three years ago between the Nephilim and Fallen angels, Nora's dreams were nightmares and endless dreams of torment. I had placed myself in a few of her dreams to see what terrorizes her in her sleep, just so I could know. What I saw was sickening and depressing.

I saw her fighting Dante and Rixon. I saw her with Scott and Vee. I saw Dante fling the dagger at her back (that endangered me severely). I also saw the moment when Dante thrust his sword into Scott's chest. Nora's expression was one that I never wanted to see again. And then there was the dream of her finding my motorcycle in the road, mangled and everything. She mourned while leaning against the bike. I was also grateful Scott for being there for her, when I was chained in Hell. An experience I never want to go through again.

I shook my head and mind spoke to Nora, 'Peaceful dreams last night, Angel?'

She glared at me, 'We are so not changing the subject Patch!'

I shrugged and spoke aloud this time, "Don't you need to be somewhere Angel," I smirked and glanced down at my black inexpensive sports watch, which read 11:59, "If I do recall, a certain person said they were being picked up at 12:00." Her eyes widened as her mouth formed a perfect O.

She semi-muttered, "Oh shit! Vee's going to kill me. I'm going to be late," she gave me the rest of her food and ran back into the bedroom. She emerged running out with her new saddle bag. She flung her arms around me and kissed my cheek, "Bye Patch! I'll see you later tonight. I love you." She said.

I smiled, "Bye Angel. Let me know when you are on your way back to the hotel, okay?"

She nodded and ran out the door.

I sighed and finished eating her breakfast. After I finished, I pulled out my IPhone and dialed a number.

"London Jeweler Galleria, where all of your finest jewelry is! How may I help you?" the receiver on the other line asked.

"I would like to have an engagement ring personally made, please."

A/N: An Engagement Ring? Well it is three years after the war right? Figured normal could attempt to make a pit stop in Nora and Patch's life. Thanks for reading!

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