I do not own Bates Motel.
But, in some ways, I do own a Dylan. And I love him so much.
Yeah, Whatever
Always The Truth
"You look awesome."
That's what he had said as she had stared blearily at him through the haze of heavy painkillers they had her on so she would not feel the pain of her sutured lungs and her glued, sewn, stapled sterum.
She thought he joking with her. Or being blindly sweet and supportive.
But he wasn't.
Because she did, she really did.
She looked awesome.
Because she was alive.
Still breathing.
Not dead.
Alive.
You look awesome.
He would think it and say it so many times over the many years they were together.
It meant so many things.
Different things at different times.
It meant 'you are beautiful and I love you'.
It meant 'you are a freakin' woman warrior growing our child inside you like that'.
It meant, 'you look adorable with your bedhead and morning breath'.
It meant 'oh, you're so sexy, I'm gonna rip your clothes off in about ten seconds'.
It meant, 'I'm so happy you're choosing to be my wife'.
But right then it just meant 'you're alive and I love you and I'm so grateful you're okay and I just want you to live'.
And Emma smiled.
I loved that tiny little scene.
Along with all the others, right?
Thanks to WordWeaver81 and SarahTurner84 for reviewing! I appreciate you so much. :D