"Aunt Kim!" Deacon shouted as soon as he stepped inside, he had his soccer bag slung over his shoulder and a ball under his arm, "We're home."

He tossed the bag on the table and buried his head in the fridge, Kim smiled at the scene before her, his head was always buried in the fridge and it was a sight that would never grow old.

She had a hunch his days with them were numbered, he had lived with Adam for the last four years and she had lived with them both for just over two years now, they were closing in on their second wedding anniversary.

"How was practice?"Kim smiled when he finally pulled his head from the fridge, a sports drink and a bushel of green grapes.

"Good." Deacon tossed a few grapes in his mouth, "I'm the captain for the tournament this weekend." He was grinning from ear to ear, "isn't that the coolest?"

"It is." Kim plucked a few grapes from the vine, "Where's Uncle Adam?"

"The garage." Deacon replied, "He found a scratch on his truck..I think he's crying." He teased, Adam was ridiculous when it came to his truck.

Adam was a bit neurotic when it came to the truck, he was constantly examining it for scratches and dings. Heaven forbid he found one, they'd hear about it for days and he'd go on and on about it and Kim enjoyed busting his chops over it.

"Oh boy.." Kim laughed, "did it happen at practice?"

Deacon shrugged, "Don't know. He parked super far away from the field, it took forever to get the field once he parked." He shrugged, "Coach made me run laps, cause we were late, it's cause Uncle Adam parked a thousand miles away.."

"It wasn't a thousand miles Deacon and it obviously wasn't far enough" Adam came through the back door, because it did no good, the driver's side door has a chunk of paint missing." He sighed, "My poor truck."

Kim rolled her eyes at him, "Deacon buddy, you need to get ready. You've got a visit with your mom tonight." She tousled his hair a bit before she leaned down to kiss the top of his head, "You're stinky." She caught the look of disdain that flashed across Adam's face.

This was point of contention for her and Adam, they didn't see eye to eye on this one. The visitations had been going on for about a year now and Adam still hated them, and he made sure Mia knew it too.

"I practiced hard, Aunt Kim. That's why I smell. It's a good thing, that's what coach says. If we don't stink that means we didn't play hard."

"You must've played really hard." Kim laughed, "Now hurry up and get ready."

"Okay" Deacon threw his arms around her waist giving her a big squeeze before taking off for the shower.

Kim could feel the tension radiating off Adam as he leaned against the counter, "Adam.."

"Kim..." he bit back, it was clear he was pissed off.

"Adam, I know you hate the visits, but they're happening and they'll continue to happen and you and I both know what the ultimate goal is. Deacon will go live with Mia, she's his mother."

"No shit, Kim. You think I don't know that?" Adam spoke in a low growl, through his teeth, "It's going to kill me to let him go. I've got to send him back to that fucking junkie..."

Kim held her hand up to silence him, "First off, keep your voice down. Deacon doesn't need to hear you. She's in recovery Adam, she's been sober for almost four years. She's done all that's been asked of her. She deserves a second chance."

Adam shoved his hands in his pockets, "At Deacon's expense? What if she fucks up again? Huh? She'll break his heart!"

Kim felt herself softening towards him, she felt for him. The fear in his eyes tugged in her heart strings. She adored this man, she loved every fiber of his being. He could drive her up the fucking wall but he was her everything. He was amazing with children, Deacon was proof of that. Four years ago he had sacrificed everything for that little boy and he was afraid of losing him.

She hated it too, but it was the next step.

Deacon was going to leave them, he was going to be reunited with Mia.

"We need to have faith, baby. Faith in Mia. We will watch her like a hawk, I promise you that. You can't hold her past against her forever Adam, she's come a long way. She's sober. She has a job, a nice apartment. She's doing all she can to get her son back. I won't let you stand in the way of that Adam. I know this is hard, I can't even allow myself to imagine this house with out Deacon. I love that boy so much, I love him enough to let him go. He wants this Adam, he wants this so much."

"I don't." Adam huffed.

Kim smiled warmly at him, "I know. I don't either. Not really. He's the center of our universe.."

"Nope. That's me." Adam smirked, "This fucking hurts Kim. Knowing he's going to be leaving us soon."

"You wish." Kim placed her hands on his hips, "Let's make every day with Deacon count, okay?" She turned him around and guided him towards their bedroom, "You need to shower as well..you're stinky too."

"I love you." Adam turned to face her, "so much" he moved in to kiss her.

Kim pulled her head back almost repulsed at the thought of kissing him, "Adam you're ripe. It's nasty."

"No kiss?" Adam poured, "You kissed Deacon..and he stunk to high heaven."

"Yes, I did. It's cause I love him more than you." She placed her hands on his chest.

"Ouch" Adam laughed, "I see how it is."