Dylan winced as Emma went to put Katie down and his daughter’s little face scrunched up again – almost mirrored expressions, albeit for different reasons…
“Uh – yeah, no, you’re right…” Dylan sighed, scratching the side of his nose as he shifted his feet uncomfortably. “I, uh – this is probably my fault. Been spending a lot of time in here.” Not so much with the intentions of spoiling Katie. She just calmed him – when all he could smell was blood, bile, and rot… he’d come into his little girl’s room, scoop her up and rock her in the chair, that new baby smell not quite gone yet, and it was all he could do to avoid the waking nightmares sometimes.
He didn’t dare wake Emma when he struggled – hell, hadn’t even said Norman’s name out loud around her since leaving his family’s grave in White Pine Bay. Katie was innocent, had never yet looked at him like his wife had in the King’s Motel parking lot; she didn’t carry the same weight or grief that Emma did. And Dylan would be sure she never did, either. She just… she only knew him as ‘dad’. Not Dylan the fuck up of phenomenal proportions, the stain, the painful reminder. Just… dad. It was easier to be just that, to be here and now and not be back in that dining room hunched over his brother’s corpse, when he was holding his daughter and she had her little fingers wrapped around his thumb.
“I can stay with her,” Dylan offered again, catching Emma’s eye and looking apologetic. “You go rest.”
❝ Oh....You have? That’s good.❞
Emma was surprised at that. She figured she would have noticed
Dylan being in the nursery with their daughter. She was trying to
scrape her mind, thread through her thoughts to remember. When
she couldn’t place it in her head, she decided to ask, after all it helped
make conversation, which had been very scarce since her in-laws passing.
❝ When have you found time to sneak away to do that? ❞
She saw how careful Dylan was with Katie ;
it made everything almost seem normal.
But was anything really normal with the Bates Family?
She had to remind herself that they were not the Bates
family, they were the Masset family. They had A CHANCE
to live a normal happy life with Norma and Norman being
gone. Norma & Norman were gone.... that fact was still
hard to swallow. Emma tried to make everything as normal
as she could, but it was hard. She gave a small smile at the two
pushing hard to remember to be grateful for what she had.
❝ I'll go back to sleep in a minute... ❞
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