Beautiful With You (Norman Reedus)

Chapter 27

Author's Note:

Thank you to Theycallmerae for commenting and for reading and voting. I know that I can always count on you. You always support me and I love you for that! Also thank you to _samalmightyx for commenting and giving me an idea, which is something I am using.

Did anyone see Norman on Chelsea? He cleared up the whole name. So his name is really Norman, he was only called Mark because his dad had the same name as him. It's nice to know. Anyways I hope you like the chapter and thank you for the continuous support!

That night Norman and I laid together in the bedroom, his fingertips moving up and down my bare arm. I smiled as I nuzzled into him more, my cheek laying on his chest. The night ended with some bedtime fun, although we couldn't have sex, I took care of him. Showing him the side that he always shows me. I put him first and to say that his moans didn't turn me on was a whole different story and I couldn't wait until I was done with my period. I nuzzled my face into him more and closed my eyes, shocked that he was still even awake. I knew he loved to sleep but he seemed to want to stay up.

"Norman," I paused and heard him let out a hmm, "I really appreciate everything you have ever done for me. I forgive you for what happened." I finally spoke the words that have been on my mind all night and it was true, I really had forgiven him for what happened. I just hoped that it wouldn't happen again, but I trust him that it wouldn't. He was silent and I moved to look up at him, my chin gently resting on his chest. I could see a smile on his face in the dark of the room and I smiled myself and leaned up to kiss him. His fingers pressed into my skin as he held me tightly to him, deepening the kiss. A soft moan fell from my lips as he moved his hand down to my ass and gives it a soft squeeze. I moaned again and knew that I had to stop otherwise I was going to be left unsatisfied and on edge, which makes me cranky. He continued to leave kisses down my jaw and I whimpered, feeling my body beginning to react to his administrations. "Norman," I whined to him and I could feel a smirk tugging at his lips before shaking his head. "I know, I know," he spoke and stopped, holding me close to him. My eyes began to close as my body began to feel heavy. I was falling asleep in the arms of the man that I love and trust.

The next morning I woke up to an empty bed and I groaned. He always seemed to be up before me, even when we go to sleep at the same time. I sat up and went to the bathroom and took care of business, a sigh of relief escaping my lips as I was finally free. I smirked at that fact as I walked out into the kitchen, fully dressed and my hair pulled back into a messy bun on top of my head. I hummed as I looked for him, hearing talking in the living room. My eyebrows pulled together and I wondered who was here, but I was quickly relieved to see that we didn't have company but Norman was on the phone. His face looked between a mix of confusion and anger. I could hear the tone in his voice and it made me shiver at how icy it sounded. I watched as he angrily jabbed at the screen of his phone and threw it on the couch. The anger rolled off of him in waves and a frown marred my face as I moved towards him. "Norm?" I said hesitantly, not wanting to cause him to yell at me. I chewed my lip as he looked to me and growled out a what; the way his anger was now directed towards me made me step back. My eyes were wide and I knew something big must be happening. "W-w-what's wrong?" I asked him and he just shook his head, signaling he didn't want to tell me right now. I sighed and nodded, afraid to go over to him but I wanted to comfort him.

I moved towards him cautiously and went to wrap my arms around them but he stopped me. "I just need to be alone right now," He said, his voice monotone and I frowned. He was always there for me but I wish that he would let me do the same to him. I stepped away from him, not wanting to anger him anymore than he was and went into the kitchen. There was one thing that I was good at when I needed to really take my mind off things. I opened the cupboard and stood on my tiptoes to grab a glass bowl and the flour from the top shelf. I then grabbed some sugar and brown sugar from the pantry, along with the salt. The vanilla was in the spice rack. The baking soda was by the fridge and the chocolate chips were in the pantry. I went to the fridge and grabbed out the carton of eggs and began to mix the dry ingredients in the bowl and the wet ingredients in another, mixing the two bowls together. I got lost in what I was doing and everything faded away as I scooped out the mixture and onto the pans, the oven dinging that it was ready. I put two pans in and prepared the next two, after setting the timer. I knew I had time to wait but I just didn't want to anger Norman so I cleaned up the dirty dishes that I wasn't using and put them away. I also began to clean out the fridge of food that was old, but it wasn't much. Everything was fresh from the recent grocery trip that we had done and it left me with nothing really to do.