I'm so happy I got some reviews! And I'm happy that you guys like it :-D I know that last chapter was really short…I would have been annoyed if I was reading it, but what can I say? I wanted to get it posted, and I didn't wanna give too much away in the first chapter, because that'd be boring. I'll try and make sure the next chapters are longer.

Also, another issue some of the reviews(ers) brought up was why Scarlett's sudden change of heart...I'm just gonna come right out with that here, because the story doesn't really delve too deeply into that. It's pretty much centered around what happens AFTER Scarlett decides she wants Rhett back. Mostly, what happens is that, true to most people, Scarlett doesn't realize what she has until it's gone, and in this case she realized it when Rhett was gone. Also, Scarlett being Scarlett, she wanted Rhett back because she no longer had him…plus she just mighta matured a bit, but I suppose we'll see, won't we? wink

Anyways, just thought I'd post some lyrics at the beginning of certain chapters/stories that make me think of Gone With the Wind, read if you want, I think they fit perfectly:

If I'm Not in Love

Faith Hill

If I'm not in love with you, what is this I'm going through tonight? And if my heart is lying then what should I believe in? Why do I go crazy every time I think about you baby? Why else do I want you like I do, if I'm not in love with you? And if I don't need your touch why do I miss you so much tonight? If it's just infatuation, then why's my heart aching to hold you forever, give a part of me I thought I'd never give again to someone I could lose, if I'm not in love with you. Oh why in every fantasy do I feel your arms embracing me, lovers lost in sweet desire. Why in dreams do I surrender like a little baby, someone help explain this feeling, someone tell me…if I'm not in love with you, what is this I'm going through, tonight. If my heart is lying then what should I believe in? Why do I go crazy every time I think about you baby, why else do I want you like I do, if I'm not in love with you?

Oh, by the way, the last chapter I forgot to put a disclaimer, so here it is, for like everything… the song(s) that'll be in this story, and the oh-so-wonderful characters that Margaret Mitchell created. Yeah, so not mine.Man, I wish I could write like that. And have cool characters like that. Hmph. Anyways…..

Chapter 2: Certainly not the Scarlett he Knows…At Her Best

Dinner that night was awkward to say the least. Scarlett was trying as hard as she could to be as she thought a devoted and loving wife should be, and it seemed to her that Rhett was laughing at her every attempt. That man could be so aggravating at times. When the three children finished their dinner and headed upstairs for bed, Scarlett and Rhett were left alone. Rhett broke the uneasy silence. "That was quite a show you were putting on there tonight, Scarlett," he said, and laughed that contagious laugh of his loudly. Scarlett couldn't help but let a smile slip.

"Rhett, why are you laughing at me? I was just trying to be nice."

"Oh, so that's what you were attempting? I just couldn't figure it out."

"If you're going to be like that then I think I'd rather spend my time upstairs. Goodnight, Mr. Butler," she said coolly.

"There's the Scarlett I know! Goodnight, my dear," Rhett said laughing all the while. The dining room became silent, and soon Rhett ascended the stairs and headed towards his bedroom. He couldn't help but stop and put his ear to Scarlett's bedroom door. He almost gasped out loud when he heard what sounded like sobs coming from her room. "Nothing I can do about it," he thought, and worriedly wandered into his bedroom and promptly fell asleep.

Scarlett was sprawled out on the bed, crying what she thought to be silent tears. She had tried so hard! Well, if he was going to play hard to get, she would just have to crack him. How, she had yet to figure out, but she'd find a way. She was sure of it. With these last thoughts she dried her eyes and fell asleep.

Scarlett was bored. The children were at Melly's, the store and mill account books had been checked and rechecked, and there was absolutely nothing to do. "Oh, I wish it was like it used to be, before the war, when I used to go riding every day, and there was never a dull moment," she thought. "Wait a minute! We have horses! Why shouldn't I go riding? And while I'm at it, may as well have some company…maybe Rhett would come. It was worth a try. She walked to the Rhett's study and lightly knocked on the door. "Rhett, it's me, can I come in?"

"Scarlett?"

"No, your other wife. Who else would it be?" she said and swung the door open.

"I thought that by saying, 'may I come in,' a reply is required before one barges in."

"Maybe that's true, but all I wanted to know was if you'd go riding with me today."

"Riding? As in horses?"

"Really, Rhett, what is wrong with you today? Of course riding horses."

"Well in that case, I'll join you. I'll just go get changed and meet you outside at the stables.

Scarlett hurriedly walked to her bedroom to change out of her dress into her becoming riding habit. It was green velvet, perfectly matching her eyes. Walking out of her room to meet Rhett at the stables, she peered into the mirror, quickly pinching her cheeks to add some color to her cheeks. "There," she thought to herself, "If I do say so myself, I look mighty pretty!"

Rhett stood in the stables anxiously peering down at his pocket watch. What was taking her so long? Women. Rhett had been down in the stables ten minutes before, had gotten two horses saddled, and was still waiting on Scarlett to appear. He jerked his head up at the sound of light footsteps. There, standing in the sunlight outside the door of the stables, was Scarlett. He couldn't help but let out a soft gasp; he didn't think he'd ever seen her more beautiful. Her cheeks were prettily flushed and her eyes sparkled brilliantly. He felt like the whole world was standing still as she looked into his dark eyes. He could no longer deny it. Scarlett did love him. She must. No woman, not even Scarlett, could simply be toying with a man when she looked the way Scarlett did, so utterly happy. His first thought was to gather her in his arms and hold her forever, never losing the way she looked right then, but he knew he could never do this. If she knew that he loved her as he did, she would stop loving him. He just couldn't believe that no matter how much Scarlett appeared to have changed she could ever give up her southern belle ways, with that mischievous simper she wore even without thinking. No, he wouldn't let her know.

"Scarlett, you look beautiful." There. No harm in telling her that, he complimented her often. Little did he know, however, that Scarlett learned from him more than how to fling insults; she had also learned how to read a person's eyes, and she could tell that a change had come over Rhett when he looked up and saw her. He did love her! He must!

"Damn it," thought Rhett, as he saw the victory in her eyes. "She knows."

Scarlett sweetly smiled up at him. "Why thank you, Rhett. I'm glad you liked it, after all you did pick it out."

Anxious to get out of the stables and into the sunshine and fresh air, Rhett hurriedly changed the subject. "Here, Scarlett, I'll help you up on that thing. He's a giant."

"Thank you," said Scarlett, as Rhett easily swung her up onto the horse. If only she could feel his arms around her forever! She'd be happy for all eternity! Rhett climbed onto the remaining horse and left the stable at a quick trot. Scarlett caught up with him, and they made pleasant conversation the whole ride.

Later that evening, after dinner had passed uneventfully, Scarlett once again laid awake in her bedroom with tears streaming down her face. "What's the matter with me?" she wondered. Today had been wonderful, she felt almost as if she were sixteen again, horseback riding with boys from the county. "It must be because of the baby," she thought, remembering how emotional she had been during the first few weeks of her other pregnancies. She stopped crying suddenly, thinking of how silly she was being, crying for absolutely no reason. Finally, a dreamless sleep came and she was able to rest.

Rhett stood outside of Scarlett's door, which in her haste she had left ajar. Amazed to see his wife crying for the second night in a row, Rhett wondered whether to question Scarlett about it tomorrow. "What's the point," he thought, "she's probably pining for her beloved Ashley," and with those thoughts walked to his bedroom and fell into a troubled sleep.