It's been a long time since I last updated. Not sure if it's two more chapters, or more. P&R… Some M part at the beginning, you can skip it if you'd like, after the first part it becomes decent… Enjoy and R&R.

The following morning came with the sun shining above one muddy Atlanta. Scarlett woke feeling her swollen eyes from yesterday's tears. Her husband's arms were wrapped around her naked form. She remembered the previous night and the conflict with Rhett and it caused her to stiffen.

"Don't" came a sleepy murmur from besides her.

"What?"

"Don't sulk at me. I promise to find a way out of this mess, just give me some time. I admit, I never felt as badly as you pointed out you feel about prostitution, but I am willing to respect your sentiments."

She gasped at the sound of the word prostitution, and was even more breathless when she heard his conclusion. He was changing his mind for her sake. His hand was strolling on her body, fondling the waves of her form. She drifted off, allowing herself to forget the time or the fact that it was in fact morning.

It was odd making love as the room was lit with the bright sun. She noticed his strong muscles contract as he thrust himself inside her, from the long mirror on the side, and the picture alone made her moan with fervor at his mouth. He noticed her gaze and slowly moved his head toward the mirror – "You like what you see?"

She blushed, but he merely laughed and positioned them in a way that she could take a better look at themselves making love –

"What is it that you see, my love, that makes you so wet for me" he whispered as he raised her leg upwards and kept a regular rhythm.

"Is it the way that I suck your nipples?" and with that he began to pull her nipples with his teasing teeth, "Or is it the way that I move inside you?"

Scarlett felt herself reach her peak in seconds, but he liked her new found boldness that he did not stop there. Instead he reached with his face toward her between her legs and began tasting her, pulling her legs apart. "Watch, watch as I taste you, my love." For long tormenting tantalizing moments he toyed with her intimate parts, causing her to lose all control and beg for him to enter, and as he repositioned himself inside her he was shocked to hear her actually answering him –

"I love the way your buttocks move. I love the way you touch my breasts with your hand and mouth."

"Scarlett, you are killing me."

"I love the color of your skin against mine" it made him look in the mirror, and indeed it was beautiful. Her skin was pale and shining against his swarthy skin, and the movement of their bodies was exquisite. She once again lift her leg upwards, making him hold it, as he had done earlier, creating a more daring picture of them in the mirror, Rhett now was hypnotized to watch as he kept his growing paste with her "I think of you inside me" she moaned, and with those words, once again he lost all control and found himself filling her with his semen.

A while later the covers were off of her and Rhett was standing in the middle of the room dressing himself, leaving her to wonder as to what to do. She paused a moment too long for she noticed the mischief in his eyes as he said – "You do know that if you stay like this I will have to undress myself, don't you? Get up, you said you were bored."

She was intrigued when she rose slowly from their bed "You could have warned me before you jumped out of bed" she pouted.

"You are not very attractive when you complain, my love" was his answer with a crooked smile, "come, and wear something nice for my sake."

She smiled, more than happy to oblige.

***Milady***

An hour later she was sitting at the morning table with her hair arranged in a plated flattering form upwards, and a green taffeta bow interwoven in it.

"What do Wade and Robert do during the day?" asked Rhett as he read the morning paper and drank his coffee.

"It's only been a few days with Robert. Sometimes Wade plays with the children of new people I met, and basically he is with me. We give a bowl of soup every afternoon here to veterans and widows…"

She stopped talking as his hand took hers for a fast kiss – "We'll have to find a tutor, Scarlett, four or five hours a day for Robert and for Wade as well. As for the food distribution, we'll bring Prissy some help. I need you with me at the bank."

They had taken a forty year old lady by the name of Mrs. Hannes as a tutor. She had received her education in the first Georgian university for women and had lost her husband and eldest son in the war. Scarlett arranged for her a quarter, roomy enough for her and her daughter and Mrs. Hannes was more than content with her new post at the Butler residence. They had even gone to Tara two weekends during that month to find a much courted Auntie Sue.

Little did she know how different her life would be from that day. Step by step her husband introduced her to his businesses. She was learning accounting, banking and economics from him and from the clerks in the bank who found the green-eyed Mrs. Butler a keen student to anything numbers and money oriented.

She found that Rhett's eyes gave her a far more satisfying admiration when she reflected on the various themes he had her handling. Hence, she found his vast knowledge and confident manners to be enticing. The fact that she was near him most of her day was agreeable to her, and pretty soon she found that the lack of a sewing circle less bothering.

One afternoon they were driving home in the carriage and Uncle Henry stopped them –

"I hardly see your wife these days, Captain Butler."

"She is my best helpmate" smiled Rhett at him "She could see you more often if you were inclined to help her study the field of freight and shipping contracts."

Henry looked at the couple for a second, and his eyes lit –

"I'd like nothing more than that. I will come to your office in the bank tomorrow, we can start tomorrow."

The following day as the aging attorney and Scarlett made a short break, he smiled at her kindly and offered "I never knew why Charlie chose you, but I dare say that you are a lot more than a pretty face; I'm not sure Charlie would have liked it, had he lived the war, but for myself I can say that if I had been fortunate enough to meet a girl like you in my time, I might have been less of the sworn bachelor that I am. I'm glad your husband encourages your integration in his business. It would be a shame to waste that head on sewing or gossip."

Scarlett blushed at the complement but did not miss the chance to bat her eyelashes and scold him "You'll have me thinking that I lost my charm, Uncle."

"Not in the least" she heard her husband from the door, "stop searching for compliments my vein love, you've received more than enough."

"No I did not!" she answered.

Indeed, she loved her time in the bank. She found that Rhett was like a magnet to her. She never tired his company, and was thrilled of his stolen caresses during the day.

At about this time Scarlett realized that she was with child. She barely remembered her pregnancy with wade four and a half years before and she dreaded telling Rhett. She was scared that he would make the journey to England, due for the next week, on his own. However, the pregnancy did make her more than edgy and prone to severe bursts of anger for no reason. On one of these occasions she found herself crying over some criticism Rhett had regarding a ledger she worked on, only to start screaming at him, in front of others that it was all his fault not giving her the receipts in a more neat form. He gave her a cold cheek after that for three days.

After that she kept to the house excusing herself on account of preparations towards their departure to Europe. They were to go on their own, and Sue was to come and stay with the boys for a month.

They drive to Savanah was done in silence. Scarlett dozed off at the first move of the train, so different from the woman he took a few months before to marry. On the boat, however, as she did not cease vomiting each morning, she realized that she could no longer, and in fact should no longer conceal her condition.

"Darling – I was sure you'd love the sea." He said on their third morning in the boat, as he saw his green faced wife fail miserably to conceal her poor state "Not only are you of bad temper these last few weeks you are now suffering from sea sickness?!".

It made her mad that he'd tease her when she felt so poorly. Yes, she intended to announce her pregnancy in a different form but being constantly agitated, tired and nauseous, with a jeering husband on the side, she couldn't avoid answering -

"I love it. If you had more sense you'd notice that last night despite the storm I was fine. Unfortunately your baby doesn't like mornings." She kept vomiting after these words leaving her speechless husband to muse on the announcement.

"How long have you known?" he asked quietly

"Not long."

"Scarlett, answer me truthfully, did you know this before we left Atlanta?"

With a guilty look she nodded.

"Why on earth would you keep this away from me?" his tome was still quiet but his posture revealed he was upset.

"I was afraid you'd leave me behind and go on your own." She answered sheepishly.

He took her in his arms tenderly "Do you fear anything else?"

She shut her eyes and nodded "Let me loose, Rhett, I need to wash up after this."

"What do you fear, Scarlett?"

Noticing that he wasn't letting her go, she leaned to him and replied "Getting fat, being confined to home, you not allowing me to work with you, and mostly, having a screaming baby to take care of. I hate babies. It took me three years and Atlanta to fall to start caring for my Wade. And I won't have Melly as I had her with Wade or Mammy, and the poor baby…" she was whispering those words, embarrassed at her thoughts.

"I like babies. Maybe this time with me it won't be so bad. And you can work all you want. Before and after with me. We can take him or her with us anywhere, even the bank." He was stroking her back slowly. If he was disappointed at her reaction he did not show it.

"Her? Don't you want a son?" she sniffed

"I don't care if it's a boy or a girl, as long as they are healthy and so are you."

"Well, if anything, I want a son with your features."

His brow was lifted amusedly, "You won't hate him?"

"I knew I shouldn't have said it to you. You'll torment me on it, won't you?"

"If you care for the baby as you care for Wade and even Robert, there is no chance for that. Don't you realize you were a child when Wade was born? I admit, I was planning on waiting a little longer, but I suppose that in the night of my return I was less in control."

"Oh? I must say that I don't like it that you're always in control and I lose my head." She was now standing again and washing herself with the small basin. It was the rare that she'd refer to their love making openly.

"No need to worry about it now, is there?"

"What do you mean?"

"I can lose control all you want, it won't make a difference. You're already pregnant."

She blushed at the word and hissed him "Don't use that word, it's indecent."

He laughed a happy laugh and lift her off the floor to the bed. "If this is indecent wait till you see me lose control on purpose."