Rayna and Deacon were in the studio together laying down some tracks for her next album. Rayna felt they were finally finding some peace with one another. Of late, she was confiding in him, leaning on him more and more for direction. He was a brilliant musician and he knew her so well and always encouraged her to be true to herself.

Other than her sister, Rayna didn't have any girlfriends. And, Tandy didn't get her in a lot of ways. Tandy was a lot like her Daddy. Neither she nor Teddy could understand the music and the depth of feeling that it stirs. Deacon was her soulmate. He understood and supported her creative process.

He was laying down the guitar solo. It was soulful and seductive. She stood back and just admired his craftsmanship. She couldn't help but also remember how those same fingers stroked her and took her to places no one had before or since.

She was consumed by the music when suddenly the baby kicked. "Oh!" She cried startling him.

"You okay, Ray."

"Yeah. The baby just kicked. It took me by surprise."

Deacon looked at her downcast eyes and her bulging belly. She looked up and caught the sadness in his eyes. She knew what he was thinking. He felt abandoned all over again. He wanted this to be his.

Rayna loved Teddy. She truly did. He was a good man and loved her and Maddie unconditionally. She knew it wasn't easy for him. He was living in her world. A world that was foreign to him. And though he didn't say it, she knew he was scared everyday of losing her and Maddie to Deacon. He hated that Deacon was still in her life, but as much as she knew she needed to, Rayna couldn't give him up. He was her other half. He was everything – music and love, her very being. She wanted to do right by him – take care of him.

She knew she shouldn't but she asked, "Do you want to feel?"

That was a loaded question if ever there was one. Of course he wanted to feel. He wanted to feel her body. He wanted to feel her heartbeat. He wanted…"Yes."

He rested his hand on her belly. She gently placed her hand over his and guided him to where the baby was. The sensation of his touch burned through her. He took a step closer and looked in her eyes – straight to her heart. She held her breath and for a minute, imagined his hands exploring other parts of her body – her swelling breasts, her lips… Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God! She needs to end this or she'll crumble. Just then the baby kicked.

"There, did you feel her?"

"Yeah. I can tell already that she's gonna keep you runnin'," he said, laughing nervously. He looked in her eyes knowing what was in her heart because it was in his, too. This was killing him. This should be his. She should be his. He wanted to take her in his arms and feel her, really feel her. He was never going to get over her, but he wanted to do right by her. She was married to another man, carrying another man's baby. He had no right.

Maddie, he thought was an accident. But this one was planned. A gift. Somehow it seemed to cement in his mind that she belonged to someone else.

He removed his hand and smiled sadly at her. He had to end this even if she couldn't. "What do you say we call it a day, Ray. I think you need some rest."

"You're right. Thanks, Deacon. Night."

"Night, Ray."