No More Denial (Part 1 of 2) (SoulBates Week 2017)

Prompt: “Date Night”

{After a trying week, Norman wants to show his mother just how deeply he loves her. This is Part 1 of a two-parter, since I needed to set some backstory leading up to their Christmas Eve date night. Takes place in an AU season 4, for context. Be sure to watch for Part 2 of this on the third day of SoulBates Week 2017!}

The soreness in his arms from swinging the axe was the first thing that woke Norman up. It brought back the mix of rage and guilt from the previous night. Loud knocking on the front door made him jump slightly. He reached for his phone and read the time: 5:00am. What happened next was such a fast whirlwind, it took his sleep-fogged brain several moments to catch up. A couple of armed officers in suits stormed in and placed Romero under arrest. Over the sheriff’s protests and Norma’s yelling, Norman heard part of the charges read: “..murder of Robert Paris.” Norman’s eyes flew wide open at that. In the days that followed, he felt torn between happiness at the sudden stroke of good fortune and heartache at his beloved mother’s fragile emotional state.

They were once again alone together in their big old-fashioned house. Norma clung to him, after he’d guided them both to the sofa. Her body shook as she cried, leaning against him as her tears soaked into his pajama shirt. “I made a mess of everything, honey. I’m so sorry! I only wanted what was best for you, a way to get you the help you needed!”

He dropped a soft kiss to her forehead as he gently wiped away her tears with his thumb, “I know. Don’t blame yourself like this, Mother. Please.” Norman pressed his lips to her cheek, lingering there before she buried her face against his neck. His arms wrapped tighter around her, holding her until her quiet crying subsided. Reluctantly he let her go and their embrace broke.

“Mother, why don’t you go back to bed and relax for a while? Try not to think about what just happened. I’ll make you breakfast in bed,” he suggested.

She rewarded him with a sweet, soft smile. “That sounds wonderful, sweetie. Are you sure you don’t need any help in the kitchen?”

“I’ve learned from watching the best cook ever; I’ll be fine. Now go relax and let me take care of you this time.” His smile looked so much like his beloved mother’s.

The next few days weren’t always easy. Norman witnessed tearful arguments and shouted accusations over the phone between Norma and Romero. At the end of the latest one, she hurled the receiver of the wall phone, hard enough to put a dent in the kitchen wall. That evening, she had a good amount of vodka and after dinner curled up on her side, on the couch. Norman joined her, and she snuggled tight against while gently pushing him flat on his back.

Before the movie he put on was half over, Norma was sound asleep. Her body had melted fully to his, and Norman’s awareness of every curve was heightened. She shifted her hips, grinding slowly against his growing arousal. Norman gave a whimper of both need and fear. There was no way Norma couldn’t feel it, even in her slumber. He started to gently wake her so they could go to bed, but she gave a wordless noise of protest and pressed herself even more firmly against him. Eventually, they both drifted off in each other’s arms.

The next morning, Norma wasn’t in a good mood as she returned from the lawyer’s office in town. Divorce papers were finished and on their way to her jailed husband. Norman looked up with a cautious smile as she entered the motel office. “Honey,” her voice was depressed and irritated all at once, “Could you put that stuffed owl somewhere else, at least for a while? I’m tired of it startling me every time I walk in here.”

Those words hurt; his taxidermy owl was his prized work. “Of course, Mother. Whatever you want.” He didn’t want to argue with her. If it made her feel better, that’s what mattered. He kissed her cheek as she took a seat behind the motel front desk. Norman stood on a chair and carefully took the owl off its wall mount. There wasn’t room for it in the basement with all his other projects, so he took it up to the attic instead. He was busy wrapping a heavy plastic bag over it and didn’t notice the black duffel bag sticking out from under an old table, until he tripped over it. Cursing, he went down on the dusty floor; thankfully the owl was spared any damage. He got up, put it aside, and grabbed the bag that had tripped him. Unzipping it gave him an even bigger shock: it was stuffed full of stacks of $100 bills. Damn. Apparently the sheriff was a thief as well as a murderer. A smile slowly came over Norman’s face. The guy’s too stupid to even find a decent hiding place for it. he thought. An idea was coming to mind.

Once he was alone in the motel office, Norman got to work finding a last-minute restaurant reservation up in Portland. He was going to take his mother out the following night, show her how much he loved her and how she deserved to be treated. It was a challenge because tomorrow was Christmas Eve, but the Wildwood had a last-minute cancellation for seven that night. Norman booked it, then texted Norma that he needed to go get some office supplies. She agreed and didn’t question him, much to his relief. His smile grew as he drove off in the direction of one White Pine Bay’s fanciest women’s dress shops, happy that he’d memorized her dress size. This was going to be the perfect Christmas Eve.

To be continued in Part 2: “Double Bond”