A/N: Hi! I'd really like to thank everyone who keep reading this Normero fanfic I am writing. From the bottom of my heart, I REALLY DO THANK YOU! And to those who keep on leaving reviews, THANK YOU! They mean a lot to me. :)

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Disclaimer: Bates Motel belongs to A&E.

The sky is covered with dense clouds as Alex drives home after leaving the motel. He doesn't make any effort to pass by the station where he left some paper works before going to the city hall to file for a divorce. When he arrives, he stays in his car and reaches for his phone to phone the station.

"Regina, I- uh- won't be back. I still need to take a rest. But if there's an emergency, call me right away." He informs her as soon as she answers.

"Okay. Have some good rest, sheriff." She responds in an undertone, her concern for him evident.

"Thank you." Breathing out a heavy sigh, he hangs up.

It has been a long day for him after he signed the papers before handing it to Norma. And now, all he wants is to sleep away the agony, hoping when he wakes up, it will all be gone.

With a groan, he steps out of the car, making his way towards the house before heading directly to his room, dropping onto the bed and staring blankly at the ceiling.

I always felt safe when you were here.

It's funny, you and I, isn't it? That we're here and we're happy that after everything we have made it.

I'm not giving you up.

I love you.

All these memories leaving his soul tortured. If there's anything that could kill him now, it's not the disease, but the heavy affliction that makes him want to fade away.

Sitting up and burying his face in his hands, he allows the torturous feelings to overwhelm him for a moment before remembering the alcohol in the fridge. Maybe drinking would dull the pain and help him forget.

After finishing the bottle, he throws it against the wall. Then he composes himself, standing right behind the wall to have him supported. He takes a turn to face it. His fist tightens as he loses all composure, pulling his arm back before smashing it against the wall. Over and over and over. He has never felt so wretched, not even when his mother died. He has never admitted how weak he can be, not until now. His knees grow weak and he slowly sinks down against the wall, warm tears spilling from his eyes. He closes them; sleep might be the only way to escape.

The sound of an engine startles Alex from his fitful sleep. With a groan, he turns his head to look at the alarm clock, 6:45 am. He stands up to take a look from his mirror. It was a light green Mercedes Benz that Norma owns. He watches her get out from her car as she makes a way to the door frame and knock. Just as he opens it, he quickly takes a walk to his kitchen to make himself a coffee.

"Hey." She greets him just as she enters his house.

"Hey..." Not looking at her, he sips the warm coffee he just made himself. "You can hmm... just put them down right there."

"I- I didn't."

He stays silent.

"I didn't sign the divorce papers."

Her words almost freeze him. They both suck in their breathing when silence fills them. Could this be...

Norma rushes her steps moving towards Alex and tug him from his back, "I can't," she bursts out, "I don't want to lose you, Alex. I can't lose you."

"Norma." He trails off.

"I'm so scared. I'm so scared, Alex!"

Slowly, he turns around, finally facing her. He rubs his hand softly at the trembling back of hers. His heart breaks at the sound of her sob yet he's so relieved at what she has told him. The moment he heard her wept, the moment he realized she loves him enough she can't let him go. She buries her face in his chest, feeling his every heartbeat that were meant to beat only for her. This is it, she found her way back home. He holds her more firmly, never wanting to let go of her, burying his face in the crook of her neck. They stay like that for what feels like an eternity before Norma leans back, meeting his eyes. Reaching up, Alex brushes away the tears that stains her cheek as he softly kisses her temple. She pulls away slightly before leaning forward and hesitantly pressing her lips against his, clutching at his shoulders. She wants this. She missed his touch that takes her breath away.

Alex gently trails his hand down her back, grabbing her waist and pulling her closer. She decides to take the lead, rocking her hips against him as he kisses down her neck, a soft moan escaping her lips. "Alex," she breathes, still in tears, "Don't ever leave me..."

"I won't... I never will," he says in between kisses, moving his hand under her knee and on her back, lifting her up like they're newly wedded couples and carries her to his room.

Gently, he puts her down on his bed, trying not break their bodily contact. As soon as Norma pushes her burgundy coat off of her, she unbuttons her pink floral blouse revealing her porcelain skin. Her hands travel down at his body, pulling off his shirt. Alex gasps as she kisses him again, slipping her tongue into his mouth and swallowing every breath he takes. She kisses him hard, making him feel the very affection and longing she has. He returns her kiss with equal eagerness. She pushes him away slightly, raising an eyebrow, smiling wickedly at him before pulling down the soft fabric of her skirt. He stares at her longingly as she unclasps her bra.

"Oh..." she breathes as he leans forward, taking a pebbled nipple into his mouth.

So aroused of the warmth that was built between them, he steps back to unzip his trousers, shoving it down his legs in a kind of desperate hurry before joining her on the bed. Slowly, Alex slides his hand between her thigh as he dips his finger at the soft petals of her femininity. She arches like a bowstring. Satisfied at her reaction, he watches her, admiring her beauty.

"Alex," she moans, clutching at the back of his neck, "Now."

"What?" He trails off.

"Now." She commands breathlessly, wanting to feel his touch.

He then moves on top of her, his weight holding her down. She pushes herself against him as she wraps her legs around his hips. He thrust his hips down deeper and harder until his enters hers. Her eyes shut at the love he expressed, and he groans softly. Her ears are pounding from the blooding coursing through her veins.

"Harder. Faster." She pants, and he complies wordlessly. He pumps in and out, harder and faster. He's so submissive to whatever she wants, he missed this. He missed her. The annoying Norma Bates who would boss him around and ask him to do something for her.

"I'm so sorry, Alex." She murmurs softly.

"I love you." He kisses her hungrily, squeezing his body deeper to her.

"I love you too." She returns his kiss, wrenching herself to him.

"You're so beautiful, Alex." She rubs the back of her hand along his jawline, admiring his beauty. He meets her eyes.

"You know, I'm not wearing any eyeliner." He deadpans teasingly.

"Yo-", Norma pauses, "Wha-" not even letting her words finish completely, she lets herself give in a hearty laugh. How he missed hearing that laugh from her soul.

"Well… Uh… You hungry?"

"Yeah," She bites her bottom lip, "I'm starving." She pouts at him.

"Okay." He slightly pushes her away to reach for his clothes and get up from the mattress to put on his clothing. She observes him while she lays on the bed on her nakedness with the blanket wrapping around her body.

"So what do you have in your fridge, Mr. Romero?"

"Well," He smirks awkwardly brushing his hand unto his chin knowing he only has frozen food in the freezer that she wouldn't approve of, "Let's go just eat some-" his words cut off as Norma yelp his name worriedly.

"What happened to you-" Her eyes widen at the sight of the bruises on the back of his hand. Her mouth drops open. She looks around, seeing the broken bottle of a vodka he had threw last night and mess his room itself has. "Oh no," she weeps quietly, shaking her head, nails digging into the blanket.

"Hey, hey…" He takes a step forward, "It's fine. It doesn't hurt."

"I screwed it up, didn't I?"

"Norma…" He holds her trembling body.

"I'm sorry, Alex," she apologizes, "I'm so so sorry. I'm sorry." Throwing herself into his arms, she sobs, burying her face against his chest. She truly is sorry. She knows she hurt him, badly enough for him to lose himself, and she regrets it. The Sheriff Bulldog she once met disappeared. She's his weakness. But if there's only one thing that will keep him going too, it's her. She gives him life. And that affection and promises of love, that one she has never felt before, becomes her safe haven now. She's home now. She wants this forever.

Alex decides to have their lunch at a small restaurant in town. It was such a great time they had enjoying each other's company talking about random stuff they've never even bothered talking about before. They share laughter together as if tomorrow would never come even though they were both filled with sorrow, only hours before. How Norma wish it would always be like this. If only she had met Alex earlier, her life would be completely different. Maybe she would wake up every morning appreciating the sunrise that reflects on her hair and fall asleep every night in the arms of a man who loves her more than anything. But she will now… now that Alex is all hers, maybe fate wins here. She's happy with him and she deserves it after the hell life had thrown at her. She's not giving him up even if it means it would change the bond she has with her own son. Not now or never.

As Alex drives them back to his house, he notices how Norma has suddenly become quiet.

"You okay?"

She nods.

"Alex…"

"Hmm?"

"Does it hurt?" She asks him incoherently. Her words coming out from her mouth as if she will have another melt down in front of him.

"I told you, it's not-"

"No, not that. I mean…" She looks down not continuing what she has to say. Only when Alex realized what she has been talking about, he reaches for her hand and holds it tightly. It somehow surprises him that she hasn't mentioned it to him earlier. But he also understands how difficult it must have been for her to know the truth. The knowledge of him that she brooded over the fact that he has a fatal disease is leaving him devastated.

"It'll be fine…" He kisses her hand, turning back her attention at the drive way.

It was already late afternoon when Norma leaves Alex's place to go home.

"Norman?" She calls out when she opens the door.

Silence.

"Norman?"

Still no answer.

"Norman?" It is the third time now and no one answers still. He must be sleeping, she thinks as she tries to calm herself. But her anxiety rapidly builds. Quickly, she runs upstairs to look for him in his room only to find it empty, before rushing down to the basement. Slowly, she pulls open the door, seeing Norman wearing her satin robe and holding a dead sparrow.

"Norman?"

TBC...