Author Note: So this is the last chapter unless you would like a follow up chapter of what happened after? If you do let me know. Thank you for reading, it's been fun writing again.

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Chapter 5

He couldn't do it, he couldn't leave her. The love of his life lay on her stomach her head resting on her arms fast asleep.

Her face was turned towards his with the bed sheets pushed down to her waist exposing her back to the soft glow of the fire light in the room. As the night drew on the fire had dimmed casting a warm soft glow over the room. They had made love twice during the night both times it was amazing and special.

His head was propped up by his hand as the other drew small circles on the bare expanse of skin exposed to him as he watched her sleep. Her dark lashes rested against the porcelain skin of her cheek and her red lips open slightly as she slept, she looked relaxed.

He didn't know how it was all going to work between them. There was so much history and hurt but they could build a better foundation and start from there couldn't they? He wasn't interested in repairing broken things especially when they were truly broken, but perhaps this marriage wasn't truly broken. They needed a fresh start though. Perhaps she would be willing to move way? He wondered as he looked around at her gaudy decorated bedroom. Why did I let her get way with decorating this house the way she did? He looked back at her; he was in love that's why.

It would be different this time. He would keep his head about him; he wouldn't let her have her way on everything. It was a marriage after all. It was supposed to be about two people and their tastes and wants he got it all so wrong before. The thing is he didn't know anything for certain, he didn't know if they could make it but he was willing to try. The only thing he knew for certain was that he couldn't leave her. They were two parts that were only whole when they were with the other. Yes, there would be fighting and bickering, one night of passion wasn't going to fix that he wasn't some green boy thinking a night of love would fix everything. They just didn't function well enough without the other. He stopped making circles on her soft skin and rested his palm on the small of her back.

"Don't stop," she mumbled in her sleep.

He chuckled "I thought you were asleep?"

"I am, don't stop," she muttered too exhausted to open her eyes.

Rhett reached over her and turned down the lamp, settling beside her he turned her so that her back was pressed against his chest his arm wrapped around her waist.

"How's that instead?" he whispered into her ear placing a soft kiss there.

"Mmm...Good," she relaxed into his embrace.

He breathed in the scent of her hair and closed his eyes. He had plenty of time to talk to her about his decision to stay but right now all he wanted to do was wrap himself around his wife and sleep and perhaps make love to her again in the early morning light.

The End