Gwen sat beside Deacon while Finn laid within his arms, fast asleep while recovering from his surgery. Upon hearing the soft snoring coming from their son, Deacon rose from the couch and set him within the crib set up within the living room. For a moment, they both fixated on their child, before then looking to each other. It was clear that they still had a long list of topics to discuss, but neither of them had wanted to open up that can of worms just yet. The last week that they were side-by-side for Deacon and Finn’s shared surgery had been rather peaceful.There lacked anger as any sign of distress had seemed to be invisible or completely forgiven at this time. For what would have been a horribly lonely experience became one in which made her realize she would no longer have to endure s
