NORMAN
"You Ok, pal?"
Andy wrapped his arm around my shoulders as we stood in the wings of the stage. Waiting for Chris Hardwick to call my name.
"Fucking awesome....couldn't be better" I grin back.
This time I can say it. And for the first time in like....forever? Actually mean it one hundred percent.
Still can't explain what the fuck happened?
One minute....I was standing there. As far away from everyone as I could get. Trying desperately to stop one total bitch of a panic attack from bringing me to my knees.
The next thing I remember is the silky softness of material under my brow. Seeing an expanse of white before my eyes and the scent of lemony-ginger filling my nose.
And feeling like I've had either the most incredible power nap of my life. Or the best roll in the hay....ever. All I know is, that the outcome was the same.
Like every muscle in my body became limpid. My mind fully rebooted and its recycle bin emptied of all the shit that's been whipping itself into a runaway frenzy.
Dunno how on earth Skip realised something huge was reaming me out or what she did to make it all go away? But she did. Fuck me, did she ever!
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"Our next guest tonight really needs no introduction. Over the course of the last three seasons, his character has become a firm fan favourite...."
Standing in the wings my attention is diverted by five pings in quick succession. Fin's text notifications.
"What the....?"
I fished the cell out of my jacket pocket and quickly unlock it. Fully expecting my panic will try to find something to grip onto again.
It never even lifts a finger as I read her messages.
Fin: Rock this joint. Cos you own it, Daggy!
Fin: I've got your back now. And if any of those little demons tattooed on it crawl inside your head, then start fucking with it again? WE will slam dunk those gombeens straight back to hell where they feckin belong. Understood?
Fin: The only little divil who'll have court time against Norman Reedus for the next year is me. My sincere apologies in advance.
Didn't think my smile could get any bigger than it already is, but it sure just did.
Fin: P.S. If anyone asks who did your makeup? Tell them it was your own personal stylist.
Huh?
Fin: P.P.S. Are these the tits you were talking about?
The old tongue did a backflip down my throat this time. As I gape at the selfie she must've taken in the Ladies.
The neckline of Fin's gown is pulled out enough to display the tops of her breasts. Cosily snuggled into the white satiny material that surrounds them.
Jeezus....she's the same colour all over? What I wouldn't give to find out.
Fin: P.P.P.S. Your nose should be so lucky.
"You're on lover boy....move!"
Andy kissed my head and then shoved me on stage. Just as my finger hit send on my response.
Me: That sounds suspiciously like a dare, Ms Gallagher. Challenge gladly accepted. Are your knickers tiny, white and disposable....like your bra obviously was?
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A Convenient Wife - A Norman Reedus Fanfic Romance
FanfictionSemi-mature. Completed. There is such a thing as being too 'eligible' a bachelor and Norman is finding the price of fame a high one. He thought having a wife would give him some protection. But this is one trip down the aisle that could end up with...
