Four Months, that's how long it had been since Rayna and Deacon had said "I Do" after loving one another for half of their adult lives the pair were finally married. They had shared a short trip to the cabin for a few days after the wedding where they spent 3 days tangled up in each others arms and the sheets of the bed, only getting up long enough to make something to eat. When it was time to return home to everyday life as husband and wife, Rayna was surprised at how nicely everything had fallen into place. Their routines didn't change much after the nuptials and the return to their Belle Meade home. Rayna found herself working more and more trying to her damnedest to make sure Highway 65 didn't turn into the vanity label that everyone was so sure it already was. Deacon himself spent just as much time at the bar as she did the office — he was rarely home for dinner, more often than not he would come creeping into bed well past midnight most nights. On this particular day, Rayna came home early from work when she was plagued with a terrible migraine and an upset stomach. She noticed that Deacon's truck was surprisingly in the driveway, when the redhead walked into the house and sat her things down on the kitchen counter, she called out to him.

"Deacon? Babe are you home?" Rayna called out as she walked over to the fridge to grab a bottle of water out.

Deacon was down the hall in the music room working on a song when he heard Rayna call out his name..he looked back at the door. "I'm in the music room, babe." He called out back to her.

Rayna opened the bottle of water and walked down the long hallway off the kitchen towards the music room, when she reached the doorway she leaned against it and looked at him.

"Well, I sure am glad to see you home before dinner for a change." She teased as she walked into the room and leaned down and kissed his cheek.

Deacon looked up at her and smiled as Rayna leaned again against the doorframe of the door and teased him about being home. He watched her closely as she pushed herself off of the frame and glided across the room and over to him.

"I guess I could say the same thing about you, Ray." Deacon teased her as he extended his free hand and patted the couch cushion next to him. "Come sit, babe and tell me why you are home so early from the office." He added

Rayna walked around the couch and sat down next to him and leaned into his side as she peered over the notebook laying open on the coffee table in front of them. She sighed and pulled back slightly to look at him. He looked tired, she knew that he wasn't getting much sleep and he was on the verge of working himself to death, by trying to keep the bar up and going with Frankie back in rehab.

"Babe…come on talk to me.." Deacon spoke again, almost snapping Rayna out of her thoughts.

"I think I just caught a stomach bug or something. I've been sick for the last 4 days. At first, I thought it was food poisoning but it's been 3 more days since I wake up sick to my stomach." Rayna spoke softly and shrugged her shoulders as she opened the bottle of water in her hand and took a long sip, swishing the cold liquid around in her mouth a little before swallowing.

As Deacon listened to his wife speak about how she had been sick for a few days, he grew concerned with each word that came out of her mouth. Rayna had never been one to get sick and ever since he had known her he had only seen her sick a handful of times and it was almost never anything more than just a common cold.

"Have you been to the doctor?" He asked her leaning over to press his lips to her temple.

Rayna shook her head in response to his question. "You know I hate doctors."

"I know you hate the doctors, but babe if you are sick - you should go." Deacon looked over at her and gave her one of those cheesy grins he knew that she couldn't resist.

"I know it can't be more than some kind of food poisoning or a viral infection. I haven't ran a fever at all." Rayna spoke, "But I appreciate that you are so concerned." She smiled softly at him.

"You're sure?" He asked firmly,

Rayna nodded her head and looked at him, "I'm sure, babe."

Deacon looked down for a second and then back up to meet Rayna's gaze, he smiled lovingly at her. "If you aren't better in a week, you are going to the doctor though."

Rayna rolled her eyes at Deacon's command in reference to the doctor. In all of their years together, she had never felt as bad or sick as she was feeling in that moment. It almost felt like from the moment her feet hit the hardwood floor in the morning until she fell asleep at night she was nauseated over a sight or smell. Ginger Ale and Saltines were basically all her diet consisted of these last few days.

"So, this is what being married to Deacon Claybourne is like." She teased him as her own eyes locked with his. "Being told that I have to see a doctor.."

"I just want you healthy is all, Rayna. I can't stand the thought of seeing you so sick." Deacon replied as he dropped the pen in his hand onto the notebook in front of him and reached for Rayna's hand. "In sickness and in health, Ray." He added softly as he lifted her hand and pressed his lips to her skin lightly.

Rayna smiled softly as Deacon spoke, she could see the concern in his eyes with how sick she was. Rayna was silently thanking God that Deacon hadn't been around yet when she was actually getting sick since this virus started. The last thing she wanted was for his concern to grow even more. When he dropped his pen and reached over for her hand, lifting it to his lips and presses a soft and sweet kiss to her skin, Rayna felt the little blonde hairs on her arms stand up at the sensation.

"Alright if things aren't any better in a week - I'll make an appointment and go see the doctor." Rayna spoke softly.

"Now Ray, this is what being married to Deacon Claybourne is like compromise, baby." Deacon smirked at her and leaned forward to press her lips to his.