His large hand carefully held the tiny one in his palm. Each finger was perfectly formed, and so delicate. He had never felt love quite like this before. It swelled in waves over him. She was Scarlett, but in miniature. Except, unlike her mother, she had the most amazing blue eyes that he could get lost in.

She was strong. There was no denying that. Her small hand would encircle on of his fingers with such a strength and power that it was shocking. Ella's grip had not been nearly so strong.

Looking at her face made his heart constrict. He had never felt such a pure unselfish love before. He loved Scarlett, God he loved her. But this love was different. There were no strings attached to this love.

She stared up at him, her eyes struggling to focus on the face that held her into the hours of the night. And she seemed content in his strong arms. And Rhett wished that someone else would find contentment in his arms as well.

She was amazing and perfect in everyway. She looked as perfect as a baby doll in a store window. She had lips that resembled rosebuds. She had dark thick lashes, and a tiny button nose that was slightly upturned. Her skin was amazingly clear for an infant, and it was as pale as fresh cream.

It was an amazing to be this happy, this absolutely content. He had his perfect child in his arms, and he was married to the woman that he loved. He had all that he wanted but never knew that he wanted. His smile broadened as he sat rocking the tiny bundle in his arms.

What an amazing day! What an amazing feeling.