"Hey baby, I'm back. I wasn't sure how much we'd need for the weekend, might've overdone it a bit," Deacon called out as he came into the kitchen, his arms loaded with grocery bags for their weekend at the cabin.

They'd finally taken some time to get away and just do something for themselves. After the whole Maddie situation and Juliette's shaky recovery, they needed to take a moment to just go and be with each other without all the distractions of their everyday lives. Rayna had given strict orders to Bucky not to call her unless it was a complete emergency and she was only answering her phone for the girls. Deacon couldn't be more excited. 48 interrupted hours with his wife at their happy place, their safe haven.

"Geez, you could feed an army with all this food!" Rayna exclaimed.

"Well, I figured we might find one or two ways to work up an appetite this weekend," Deacon countered slyly.

"Oh is that so." Rayna teased, wrapping her arms arounds his neck and leaning in for a long, deep kiss.

As she pulled away slowly, Deacon let out a heavy yawn.

"You, mister, need to go get some sleep. You did the entire drive up here, go get some rest while I make us something to eat."

"Mhhhh, I don't know, I kind of like it right here."

"You're going to need your energy if you're going to make it to dessert tonight. And trust me, you want dessert," Rayna said playfully with a wink.

"On that note, I am going to go sleep and dream about that dessert then," he called back as he headed to their bedroom.

Rayna smiled to herself. She'd missed this. She'd missed being them. She'd missed the ease and bliss that they fell into when everything else fell away and it was just them. All the chaos of the past few months had drove them apart for a little, but they were finally back on track, stronger than ever. They needed this, making time for each other, just being husband and wife.

Rayna started unpacking groceries, placing things in the fridge and leaving some on the counter for later. She reached into the fridge and grabbed a few items that had been left there from their last visit and had most likely gone bad in their absence. As she opened the trash to throw them out, she saw a familiar black label peeking out from the bottom.

Her heart sank and her stomach lurched into her throat. Her hands shook slightly as she reached down into the trash and grabbed the empty Jack Daniels bottle. She was breathing quickly and tears were welling up in her eyes.

"He couldn't have," she thought, "I mean after all we've been through, he just wouldn't, I know him."

Rayna shoved the bottle into the back of an empty cabinet, not sure what she thought of it, of what she was going to do. She resumed preparing dinner, but her mind was somewhere else completely.

It was lost in the past. In the years of pain and disappointment, and the fear of what she was gonna find when she went chasing after Deacon. Screaming matches, her crying begging him to stop, him pushing her away, and then later his broken apologies, his own tears, on his knees asking for a second chance. Eventually he'd kiss her and one thing would lead to another. He'd hold her in his arms and for that short time everything else didn't seem to matter. But in the morning, all the same demons would come back to light to haunt them.

She was so lost in her own thoughts she didn't even hear him come back into the kitchen.

"Smells real good in here, Ray. Is everything done?" he asked.

"Yep, we can eat," she replied.

They sat down at the table and Rayna pushed the food around her plate, her appetite was long gone.

"So, I had a couple new song ideas I thought we could work on tonight, few things that've been running through my mind."

"Uh-huh, sounds good, babe."

"You alright, darlin'?"

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"It's just that you seem like something's on your mind, like you're a million miles away. Did something happen?" Deacon asked.

"No, nothing, I'm tired that's all."

"Then how come you haven't looked me in the eye once, and still aren't. Just tell me. What is it, baby?"

Rayna bit her lip and got up from the table and reached for the bottle inside the cabinet.

"Found this in the trash before," she said, holding it up to him.

Deacon let out a long sigh.

"So you think I drank it? You don't trust me?" he asked.

"I didn't say that. I don't know what to think."

"Well, I didn't. It's from when we were separated after the court hearing and my arrest. You were gone, and I was here and I just didn't see the light at the end of the tunnel. I felt like I lost you, and Maddie, and Daphne. I bought it and brought myself here. I….I opened it, even put the bottle to my lips. But that was it. I didn't have a sip of it, Ray, I swear to God. I'm sorry that I didn't tell you, that I was weak enough to let it even go that far. But, I didn't cross the line. And I won't ever, you have to know that."

A couple tears slipped down Rayna's cheeks as she let out a breath she hadn't known she'd been holding in. He came over and wrapped her in his arms, holding her tightly to his chest.

"I trust you, I do. And I want you to be able to tell me these things. You're not in this alone, you don't have to be strong all the time. I know you want to protect me, but you can't protect us if you don't let me in. I love you, Deacon."

"I love you too, Ray. You, the girls, our family, it's everything to me. I'd never jeopardize that."

He cupped her face in his lands and their lips met, soft at first, but the pace quickly intensified. His hands were all over her, running down her sides as she ran her fingers through his hair. He moved his lips down to her neck, gently sucking on the spot right below her jawline. She moaned softly as he work his way to her collarbone. He lifted her up onto the counter and she wrapped her legs around his waist.

"Take me to bed, babe," she whispered in his ear.

"My pleasure."