I'm sorry that I haven't updated this story in ages! I got a bad, bad case of writer's block and didn't know how to continue the story (I'm sort of a perfectionist, so writing can be hard for me). Thank you so much to everyone that reviewed! I love constructive criticism, so please be honest! I've revised my story because there were parts I thought were corny, but for lack of a better dialogue I used them anyway. But I've changed it a little and added a few more chapters. I hope you enjoy, but don't expect too much, as this is my first fic.
Synopsis: Scarlett and Rhett's story continued after the sequel to GWTW, which is called Scarlett. If you haven't read Scarlett, you will find this story hard to understand, and I recommend that you read the book. Alexandra Ripley did an incredible job!The first sentence of my story is the last sentence of Alexandra Ripley's Scarlett.
Disclaimer: I do not own and did not create Gone With the Wind or Scarlett, or any of its characters, events, etc. Margaret Mitchell and Alexandra Ripley are the geniuses that made Scarlett and Rhett come to life. I just do it for the joy of writing.
"The old ladder is under my quilts, Momma. Grainne told me to save it," Cat said.
"Grainne certainly knows how to plan ahead, doesn't she Kitty Cat?" Scarlett laughed. Rhett looked at his daughter. He was still recovering from the shock that he actually had a daughter. He thought his world had ended when Bonnie's did. But now he was filled with hope. Hope because Scarlett loved him, and hope because he had a daughter. A daughter that could talk with him, laugh with him, and love him. He shook his head. His daughter!
Rhett walked over to her pile of multicolored quilts and pulled out the ladder.
"Wait, Rhett! Do you think it's safe to go yet? They may be waiting for us!" Scarlett exclaimed in fear. Rhett was about to tell her not to worry, but then realized that he hadn't come this far only to lose his wife and daughter again.
"You are right, my pet. We don't want to take any chances. We'll wait until dark tonight. We still have a lot of catching up to do."
After they ate a small breakfast of stale muffins that Cat had left in her tower a few days before, Rhett began asking Cat questions about her life. Finally he got around to what he wanted to ask her.
"Do you ever wonder about your father?" Cat's eyes widened, startled. She had never really thought about her father. She felt she had everything she needed with her mother, Uncle Colum, Grainne, and Mrs. Fitzpatrick. But, at the same time, there had been an empty feeling inside her heart, like a hole. But she had never really acknowledged it before. Scarlett had done her best to not say the work father around her.
"No," she said honestly. Rhett glanced at Scarlett. She shook her head, and he sighed. He wanted so much to tell her that he was her father; that she was safe with him, and he loved her so much. But he knew he could not. She was too young, and she would not understand.
"Oh," was all he said. She peered at him intently.
"A-are you my father?" Rhett's jaw dropped and Scarlett gasped. They looked at each other, their looks reading "How does she know?" Scarlett collected herself. After all, Cat had asked.
"Yes, Cat. This is your daddy." Rhett's eyes shined with unshed tears. At first, Cat just sat, trying to comprehend. Then she slowly got up and crawled into Rhett's lap, burying her face into his chest.
"I missed you, Daddy."