Thought l better post this as a separate chapter, since the next chapter is shaping up to be a long one. I'm frantically writing away and hope to bring my story level with the Season 3 cliffhanger before we finally get Season 4 on our screens. Hope everyone is enjoying the story, l enjoy writing it and will continue to do so while there are people out there willing to read it.

Rayna stretched her arm out, searching for Deacon. Only encountering the edge of the bed, she raised her head up and looked over at his side of the bed only to discover she was occupying it. Blinking in confusion she look over her shoulder searching for him. Slowly her mind remembered the early morning phone call, flopping back down onto the pillow she groaned in annoyance into the pillow. Rolling over onto her back she stared at the ceiling, allowing herself to slowly awake fully. Her eyes focused on the items scattered around the room, items that not only expressed Deacon's history but also represented their history. Smiling to herself, she wondered what the previous women in Deacon's life made of such objects. Photos of them performing on various stages, tour posters and album covers littered various surfaces in his room. Turning towards the clock, Rayna smiled at the framed photo on the bedside table. It was from the military concert they did last year. Deacon's arm was around her and she was grinning at him while Daphne and Maddie looked on with large smiles on their faces. Reaching out she caressed the photo and smiled back at the image of her family.

Grimacing as she placed her feet on the cold wooden floor, she looked around for her clothing. Walking gingerly towards the door, she picked up her underwear that had been flung across the room last night. Laughing at the discovery of her bra halfway out the door, she placed the items of clothing she had found on the bed. Pulling on a worn t-shirt that Deacon had shoved into the corner of the room she padded out into the living room. Locating the remaining remnants of clothing, she sniggered as she retrieves them from all over the room. Returning to the bedroom, she catches a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Standing there she is almost unrecognisable. Her hair was a tangle of curls and teasing where Deacon had ran his hands through it. Pulling the neck of the shirt down, she took in the red patches on her skin from Deacon's stubble alongside the purple bite marks that he had left along her collar bone. Biting down on her swollen lip, she slowly raises the hem of his t-shirt. Her eyes widen, while at the same time a smile breaks out on her face. Deacon's finger marks could plainly be seen on her hips. He had definitely marked her as his own. Pulling on a pair of Deacon's cotton boxers, Rayna can't help but smile at the protest her muscles give. It had been way too long since her body had protested in such pleasant pain after a night of unbridled passion. If she was being honest with herself, the last time she had felt such delightful protest from her muscles was the night she was meant to go to St Lucia with Liam.

While waiting for the coffee to be ready, Rayna wanders around the room. Picking up various objects she marveled that she could still identify their origin. She was amazed that nothing major had changed in this house over the years. The same could be said about them she guessed. They had both changed in hundreds of small ways, but at their core they were still the same people who had been uncontrollably drawn to each other. Returning to the kitchen to grab a coffee, her fingers trail over the papers scattered on the bench. She sipped the warm liquid while her eyes danced over the pages. Both she and Deacon wrote music in a similar manner. When the words or notes needed to be expressed they grabbed the nearest scrap of paper. Flicking the paper over, she saw that a flyer advertising lawn mowing was the latest victim to be subjected to Deacon's musical talent. Leaning on the bench, she softly hummed the tune while her mind started to flirt with words to accompany it.

Topping her mug up, her eyes returned to the notes dancing across the paper as she sightlessly moved to the couch. Grabbing another scrap of paper, she began to compose lyrics to Deacon's latest song. Chewing on the end of the pen, Rayna stared at the page before her. Smiling around the pen stuck in her mouth, she played the song through her mind, imagining the finished result. Looking up as she heard the door open, her eyes danced with delight as Deacon entered carrying two coffee cups and a bakery bag. Shutting the door with his foot, Deacon stood and stared at Rayna. She had twisted her hair up in a bun that was currently being held in place with a pencil and she was wearing his old 'Elvis is King' t-shirt with a pair of his socks on her feet. She looked adorable. Smiling at her smiling at him, he made his way over to her on the couch.

Sitting on the couch with goofy smiles on their faces, they both burst out laughing at their awkwardness. Leaning over Deacon gave her a soft kiss, "Morning"

Rayna hummed in delight. "Morning. How did it go with George?"

"Ye good. Got him into a meeting and helped him get back on track. Sally and Jennie are with him at the moment, but I'll check on him later."

Cupping her hand along his cheek, Rayna looked deep into his eyes before leaning forward to kiss him, whispering, "You are a good man Deacon Claybourne."

A look of embarrassment showed on his face as he focused on the bakery bag in front of him. Clearing his throat, he handed her a chocolate croissant. "So whatcha working on?"

"Oh, um I found a score you had written and was just messing around with some lyrics."

Nodding his head, he sipped his coffee as he peered at the paper she held in her hand. Chewing on her lip Rayna anxiously awaited his verdict. Flicking his eyes at her and back to the page, a slow smile crept across his face. "Ray, you haven't loss your touch."

Releasing the breath she didn't realise she was holding she gave Deacon a large smile. "Thanks, but it was your music that brought the words out of me."

"Rubbish" kissing her, he got up and grabbed his guitar.

"Want to do a run through?"

Screwing her face up at him "Ye I don't know, something isn't working with it."

"Hmm. Ray you know how it goes, sometimes hearing it makes it all fall into place."

"Yeah, yeah I know. But….I'm still getting use to writing again, especially on my own."

Deacon smiled at her confession, knowing how hard it was for her to admit that she was struggling with anything. Turning towards her, his guitar propped across his lap, he tucked a wayward curl behind her ear. His eyes spoke to her, expressing all the confidence he had in her. His fingers began to strum the opening bars of the song. Lifting his eyes up from the page, he watched as her fingers tapped along with the notes.

Her voice caressed the words she was singing, adding a history, a story to each word. Her eyes gazed at him as he sang her words. She had woven their story within the song, each word they sang spoke of their history, of their love. He strummed the last notes before facing Rayna. Her face was screwed up in concentration again, "Ye it still doesn't feel right here" tapping the page with the pen.

"Hmm maybe," Deacon said as he replayed the entire song again in his head. Chewing on his cheek, his fingers tapped the strings of the guitar.

"Ye, think it does needs something…oh! Hang on" standing up he began patting his pockets. "Damn it" his eyes darted around the room trying to locate his phone, "I recorded something on my phone last week that would be perfect. If I could just find where l put it."

Staring at him in amazement, Rayna asked "You recorded something on your phone?"

Smiling at the surprise in her voice, "Ye Maddie umm downloaded something and set it up for me. She then had to give me lessons on how to use it. Oh, I know." Moving his guitar out of the way, he headed out the front door. Rayna blinked at his disappearing back while trying to process the fact that Deacon was suddenly tech savvy.

Candy pulled her car to a stop a couple of houses down from the address she had scribbled down. Looking towards the house that she had been reassured was Deacon's, she was suddenly unsure. It was located in a family orientated neighbourhood, as was evident by the number of children's toys scattered on many of the front lawns. Looking down at the address once more, her attention was diverted back to the house by the sound of the front door banging shut. Smiling to herself she watched as Deacon walked towards his truck. Her joy that her information proved correct was momentary threatened, when he climbed into the vehicle. Putting her hand on the car door, she was ready to leap out and intercept him before he drove off. Breathing a sigh of relief she watched as he headed back towards the house again. She watched him skip up the steps and disappear into his home, his attention focused on the phone in his hand. Reaching behind her, she organised everything she needed for an interview. She felt the butterflies of excitement fluttered in her stomach.