A/N: hey all! Wow, it's been a while…a long while! Sorry about that. I hope you guys haven't given up on me (yet, anyways). I'm just being slow with these stories. Mostly it's school's fault. I'm sure most of you know the drill—tests, blah, blah, blah…but anyways, those are just excuses. I'm sorry for not updating in eons…that's my bad. (I hate that phrase, and I really can't believe I just used it here. Wow.) But okay…hmm I think it was for this story that someone said it was too mushy or something like that…actually, lemme go check the reviews. It's gonna bug me if I don't know…be right back. Although, you guys don't actually know if I'm even leaving, so why I bother saying so I know not…okay, found the review. Finally. It took me like five minutes, and then I realize it's the stinking second one on the page. Doncha just hate it when you do that? I do stuff like that all the time. Constantly. Anyways, the review says it's too mushy and could I tone it down…umm haha sorry to admit it but I like mushy-ness. Especially scarlett/Rhett mushy-ness. I think I'm scarlett/Rhett mushy deprived because MM didn't write a lot of it in the actual story. But anyways…this chapter is probably even more mushy than the last, so, umm, shield your eyes, cover your ears, whatever you feel you gotta do, do it. But it's kinda still gonna be mushy. I'm one of those gals who love chick flicks and sometimes even like the corny, cliché things in them. Mostly, mush. But I'll stop rambling/ranting about mush for now and I'll let you all read my story. Unless the mush is offensive. But it really isn't. very light. But still evident. I can't remember what's been happening in my own story. That's not a very good sign…haha. I think I'm gonna have to go back and read some of the stuff. It always amazes me when I go back and reread my own stuff because 9 times out of 10 I don't really remember writing it. Okay, I'm seriously rambling now, so I'll seriously stop (winks and laughs)

DISCLAIMER: (haha, you thought I was gonna start my story. Sucker. Just kidding! I love reviewers! Don't stop reading my story cause I called you a sucker, okay?) I DO NOT OWN ANY OF MM's (MARGARET MITCHELL) CHARACTERS OR OTHER CRAP LIKE THAT. WELL, ACTUALLY IT'S JUST CHARACTERS. OR THE PLOT. BASICALLY, TO SUM IT UP, I OWN PRETTY CLOSE TO NADA.

And the moment you've all been waiting for…since when was my last update? March 7th. Whoooa. Sorry so long guys!

The REAL chapter 6…sorry about the mis-type in chapter five. I wrote chapter 6, but it was really chapter five, and I couldn't figure out how to edit stuff on fanfic. What a shame. Anyways…

Chapter 6: Flutters

"Oh!"

Scarlett awakened with a start. It was dark in her room. It was dark, and it was quiet. She could hear her own self breathing. Why had she woken up? Wait, why was…why was Rhett in her bed? He was laying next to her, and she was curled up in his arms, her face inches from his, her pregnant stomach the only thing between them, besides the sheets on the bed.

She then realized that what she had thought was her own breathing was really Rhett's soft snoring.

"Oh!" There it was again! God's nightgown, what was that? It happened again, and, startled, she grabbed Rhett's strong shoulder. Shaking him none too gently, she began whispering in his ear.

"Rhett, Rhett! Wake up!"

"Huh? Hmm? Where…oh, it's you."

"Of course it's me. Who else would it be? Rhett, the baby's kicking! Feel it!"

Rhett rubbed his eyes sleepily and put his hand across Scarlett's slightly bulging belly and felt the quickening of their child beneath his hands. It almost took his breath away.

Scarlett had never shared any of these things that had happened when she was pregnant with Bonnie with him. When she had been pregnant with Bonnie there was a considerably larger barrier between the two than just a baby in a womb and sheets. Scarlett had seemingly grown more cold and distant with each of her passing months of pregnancy. She may have "formally" banished him from her bed sometime after Bonnie's birth, but he was no fool; he had realized two months into her pregnancy that the welcome mat in front of her door had been removed. He would not enter a room he wasn't wanted in, and quite frankly, Scarlett's cool demeanor turned him away more than all of her fiery words. He had felt a little something inside of him shatter every time she had wriggled out of his arms in those nights using the façade of sleep.

So, as most men would, he had cut off that source of…pain at the root.

Had Scarlett really caused him so much pain? There were days when she had; there were days when she warmed his heart and filled it with hope for their relationship.

But this time around Scarlett was different. She cuddled with him in sleep instead of wriggling away; she told him she loved him.

She was like a maze, a big, muddled maze filled with traps and dead ends. He still found himself wishing for the end of the maze—the prize, the pot of gold at the end of her rainbow. He had an unsettling feeling that no matter what Scarlett threw at him there would be that part of him always patiently waiting to find the end of the maze.

Shaking himself out of his reverie, he looked down at Scarlett's stomach. With no stays on, the baby created a rather sizeable lump on Scarlett's figure. He could feel the baby moving gently beneath his hands once again and he had the feeling that somehow things would work out.

Maybe it was feeling the baby, maybe it was hearing Scarlett's soft breathing so close to his ears, or maybe it was the glow on her smiling face…he couldn't put his finger on exactly why he did it, but he did.

He leaned his head down and kissed her, softly and sweetly on the lips, and he felt her kiss him back.

How had he waited so long to kiss her again? He had forgotten what kissing her was like—it was a feeling he couldn't describe. As much as he wanted to kiss her all the night long, he couldn't. He was moving too fast—he didn't feel in control of his emotions and he hated that. He lifted his head up from hers and met her eyes with his own.

"Good night, Scarlett," he said softly, and closed his eyes, arms still wrapped loosely around Scarlett, her breathing much more ragged than when she had first woken up so startled.

Ahem. So, thoughts? Can I have some? Reviews, please! I have really, really, really, really, really missed getting reviews lately. I must admit that is the main reason I felt compelled to update. Well, okay, I'm sorta half lying. My real reason for updating was because I came up with this idea and really wanted to write about it. But seriously, I love reviews. And when I don't get them it makes me sad. (insert smiley with a tear rolling down his cheek here) Okay, guys, truth is the reason I'm rambling now is to get out of studying for an AP essay tomorrow. I'm such a study bum. Okay, I'll stop talking, but please review! I'm serious about that. Reviewing. It's cool. All the cool kids are doing it. So get sucked in by the review crowd and umm…review. Yeah. (just kidding guys, peer pressure bad, reviewing good)

Oh, I hope this isn't too short. I think it's longer than the last chapter though. So that's good. Hopefully.