The night that Deacon had asked Slater to share his bed with him, he had fully been expecting her to say no, and she had not disappointed, she had refused outright. What had caught him off guard though, had been her reason for the refusal.
"How dare you, I am a proper lady. Do you expect me to just sleep with you because you are my husband? How dare you! How dare you?!"
She had followed up the words by trying to throw a cushion at him, luckily she had been far too drunk, and it had just landed awkwardly between the two of them. Before she could get her wits about her and throw her mug of wine at him instead. Deacon had taken the chance to explain the situation, assuring her that he just wanted the two of them to sleep in the same bed, no naughty business involved. He had even insisted that they have a wall of pillows between them. When Deacon had asked her one more time to share his bed with him. That time Haley had said yes, and Deacon had never been happier.
