I do not own Bates Motel.
But, in some ways, I do own a Dylan. And I love him so much.
Yeah, Whatever
Such a Small Thing
Emma Decody was an unstoppable force.
"She doesn't need to lift more than ten pounds."
She could not be contained.
"I know that and you know that."
And the men in her life who loved her in their own ways . . .
"But does she know that?"
. . . were beginning to realize this . . .
"Yeah, I think so."
. . . on a whole new level.
"Well?"
As they had always known it.
"Remind her then."
Because she was, in fact . . .
"You do it."
. . . Emma Lillian Decody.
Coming down the stairs with yet another box Dylan and Will weren't sure she should be carrying.
Will tried.
"Heyyy, let me get that."
Casual-like.
"It's full of scarves and hats."
While Emma shied it away from him . . .
"See?"
. . . and continued on down the steps.
"I'm not gonna break."
Denying Will his God given right to be overprotective of his CF free daughter.
Who was no longer dying.
And Dylan.
I don't know, man, she's, uh, building up her endurance again.
Ahem.
Who knew better than to try to stop her from anything.
Like last night.
And a wave of lingering passion rippled through him again at just the passing thought . . .
"Please, Dylan, we can be careful."
. . . of their stolen time only hours before.
"If you hurt yourself, I'm gonna kill ya."
Definitely not the smoothest of lines.
But he had been distracted.
She had been pressing herself to him.
Wanting him.
Him wanting her.
After gladly waiting . . .
". . . four to six weeks."
. . . as long as she needed.
"Better to wait til you're all healed up."
See, I had this really bad dream.
And I don't want it to come true.
But she had insisted.
"Dylan . . ."
And Emma got . . .
"Yes . . ."
. . . what Emma wanted.
"More . . ."
And after letting go and trusting she wasn't pushing herself beyond her boundaries.
"Emma . . ."
He had enjoyed himself too.
"Wow."
Quite a lot actually.
"Yeah."
Until they were both satiated.
"Well, that was a good send off to White Pine Bay."
At least for the time being.
"Definitely."
But he wasn't ready to share that with Will Decody yet.
I swear it was her idea.
Thankfully, Emma . . .
"I left boxes of books upstairs though."
. . . kept everybody gladly moving.
"Oh, gee, thanks, sweetie."
Hauling ass to Seattle.
Oh thank God, get me out here.
Except . . .
"Will you give this back to Norma? I borrowed it and she left this in the pocket."
. . . Dylan knew he would never really be able. . .
"Yeah, sure."
. . . to escape entirely.
Shit.
I've really got no words for the conflict here.
Well, I do but Dylan's saving them for another time.
The top was fun tho, huh?
Thanks to Lana Brown for reviewing!
And yes, sweetie, I've got the marriage proposal written, the discovery of the pregnancy, and loads and loads of good sweet stuff to span the gulf between those two years! It almost feels like another story but at the same time, it's all Dylan's so I guess I'll keep it.
Tomorrow, goodbye White Pine Bay! At least for a while. :)