Author Note: Here is an epilogue chapter for you. I hope you like it? It's just a bit of fun and fluff. As much as I would have liked Rhett and Scarlett to live happy ever after, I still love Gone With the Wind the way it was.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything it all goes to Margaret Mitchell.

Charleston – Rhett's Mother's house

The bright sunlight shone into the room from gaps in the window coverings, casting sun rays across the soft carpeted floor to the large bed, and over the couple that were still tangled in the bed covers.

Rhett lay on top of his wife, his arms wrapped under her slim shoulders, while his hands stroked back the damp hair at her temples.

Scarlett's eyes were closed, her beautiful face tilted up to her husband with a satisfied smile on her ruby lips and her arms wrapped around his neck.

After placing small kisses to her chin, lips and neck Rhett spoke softly, "You look very pleased with yourself my dear?" his own satisfied smile gracing his features.

"Hmm, why shouldn't I be pleased? It's a sunny morning, we are on vacation and my husband just made love to me," She replied cheekily, years of being married to Rhett had defiantly eased her embarrassment in matters of the bedroom. It hadn't completely eradicated the strict teachings of modesty she had been brought up with, but she had defiantly loosened up. With her eyes still closed she luxuriated in the feeling of Rhett's naked muscular form pressing her into the mattress. She should feel suffocated by his heavy weight, but instead she was comforted by the feeling.

Bringing his head down to hide in the delicious soft skin of her neck Rhett chuckled, before placing a series of kisses down the smooth white column. "I echo that sentiment darling," He teasingly shifted his hips where they were still joined as one.

Scarlett gasped then let out a throaty laugh. She opened her eyes and looked into Rhett's dark orbs. "What do you think you are doing, hmm?" Raising one perfectly shaped eyebrow at him, as she ran her hands through his hair, her nails running against his scalp sending a delightful shiver down his spine.

"Ready for round two?" He grinned.

Scarlett thought he had never looked more dashing or rakish. "Round two? I don't know if you can handle a round two? You are getting on in years now Rhett," She giggled but she soon gasped with pleasure when Rhett pulled back slightly and then thrust himself inside her again.

Lifting himself onto his palms, he looked down at his beautifully mused wife. "What were you saying about me getting on in years?"

"Oh, well maybe I was wrong," She answered with a moan as her head rolled back, soon her breath coming in short pants once more. She remembered him telling her once that he had a way with women, and he defiantly did!

"I thought you may say that, considering the evidence," He smirked as he thrust his hips again, before leaning down to press his lips against hers in a passionate kiss.

...

Lying back against the white fluffy pillows smoking a cigar with one hand and a arm wrapped around his wife, as she curled up against his side. Rhett hadn't felt this content in months. Scarlett's dark head rested on his chest while she caressed his skin, running her fingers through the dark hair. He could get used to more days like this he mused; well they were on vacation after all.

"We should really get up; I can't remember ever staying in bed so long? Well, when I was not sick that is," Scarlett said while moving her head to look up at him. "I feel guilty that we left Rebecca with your Mother all day. Rebecca has probably pulled every book down from the shelves in the library and probably smashed several priceless vases!"

"What can I say she takes after her mother," He chuckled before Scarlett punched him in his side playfully.

"Ouch," He grabbed her small hand to stop her afflicting anymore damage. He then gave her a fake pout.

Scarlett chuckled and leaned down to kiss the affected area lightly at the side of his abdomen.

"You don't have to stop there, you could go further south?" arching his brows with a teasing grin on his lips.

Scarlett sat up straighter, wrapping her sheet around her more securely. She pointed at him "Don't push your luck! You, Rhett Butler are insatiable...Now we need to get up and go rescue your mother," She got up off the bed and made her way to the bell pull on the other side of the room. After she had rung for the maid, she turned to survey the room. Their clothes from last night were strewn across the room, one of her stockings was hanging off the edge of the of the vanity mirror, who knew where the other one had gone?! She replayed Rhett stripping her of her clothes when they returned from dinner last night, then throwing her playfully onto the large comfortable bed.

Rhett watched Scarlett from across the room, the blush that came over her face and neck enticed him more and more. It had been three years since he returned to her in Atlanta on the pretence of keeping gossip down, and what a three years it had been.

They had quit Atlanta almost immediately after they reconciled. He had convinced her that the only way they could be free of the demons of their past they needed to leave Atlanta. The city only held bad memories for them. So they had travelled at first, travelling to Paris, Rome, Greece and then England. On their travels they had bought several homes in the cities they had enjoyed the most. But not long into their travels Scarlett discovered she was pregnant.

At first Rhett was annoyed with himself for letting it happen. They were in Paris at the time and he had again run away for days, drinking, gambling and fighting with anyone who looked at him the wrong way. It didn't take much to stoke his temper. He wasn't ready to be a father, again especially after last time. He had royally screwed up being a parent last time. However he eventually came home to his wife, exhausted and sporting a black eye. To his surprise Scarlett didn't scream or shout at him, she organised a bath, a hot meal and helped him to bed. She never asked where he went or why, she just accepted that he needed time to process the pregnancy. While he was gone she had also made peace with the fact she was to be a mother again; she saw this as her chance to do things right, even though she was apprehensive about the how she would manage. But soon things had calmed down, her pregnancy started progressing and Rhett began warming to the idea and soon became an overprotective father to be. Scarlett gave birth to a healthy baby girl which they named Rebecca Melanie Butler.

He was concerned at first that Rebecca would remind him too much of Bonnie, but she had her own little personality. She was sweet tempered but still she liked to stretch her parents' patients by wanting to know how everything worked. She was the most inquisitive child Rhett had ever seen. And thankfully she had beautiful brown eyes like Scarlett's mother instead of Bonnie Blue ones. Thankfully Rebecca didn't really look like Bonnie at all!

Now they were visiting his mother for a long stay over the summer. He thought it wise to stay in one place for a while as Scarlett had been talking about them setting down some roots. Now they were back in America he hoped that she wasn't going to suggest Tara.

Stubbing out his cigar in the tray on the night stand, he stood and reached for his dressing gown. On his way to the dressing room he reached for Scarlett, wrapping his arms around her waist he leaned down and kissed her forehead.

"What would you say to us rescuing my mother, like you suggested and then taking Mother and Rebecca out for dinner?" She looked up at him with those gorgeous eyes of hers. "I thought you might then like to take a walk along the shore line before we come home? It might afford us the opportunity to discuss where we would like to live after the summer?" leaning back he gauged her reaction.

"That all sounds wonderful Rhett, and I am rather famished," She smiled up at him.

Pleased that she was happy he kissed her once more on the forehead and moved to dress for the day, well what was left of it.

...

Scarlett and Rhett walked hand in hand along the shore line. Rhett held his daughter in the crook of his arm, as she rested her head tiredly against his shoulder. She was seconds away from falling asleep; it had been a long day of exploring for the toddler. Rhett's mother had gone back to the house to rest. It too had been an exhausting day for his mother.

"So my dearest wife, what were your suggestions for our new home?" He asked bringing her hand up to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to the back.

"Well I'm not entirely sure, where would you like to live?" She turned her head up to glance over at him, all the while trying to navigate herself across the pebbled beach in little heels.

His face didn't hide his surprise. "My dear you have truly grown up," Scarlett ignored his comment. In the beginning of their marriage Scarlett wouldn't have asked what he would like, or take his feelings into consideration for anything, she was far too selfish and stubborn for that but now as she got older, she had taken heed and listened to others thoughts and feelings.

He pondered her question for a while as they walked along the beach in silence. "I think I would like to settle in England but take summers here with mother. What do you think?" he asked hopefully squeezing her hand slightly with his.

Scarlett was quite for some time, he could see that she was mulling it over in her mind. Her face really was an open book to her feelings, for which he was grateful; it made for a very satisfying sex life.

Scarlett stopped and turned fully to face him. "I like the idea, I found Charleston too oppressive when I came here as a girl but now I am older and I have my own family," She caressed Rebecca's soft dark curls as she gazed lovingly at her sleeping child. "I can find peace here, with you. And I like England, after all that is where the Queen lives!" she grinned.

Rhett cupping her cheek in his hand, he chuckled at her comment. He was happy and his wife and daughter also seemed happy. He didn't think he had ever been more content with his life. Every day he was thankful that he had gone back to Atlanta that dark day three years ago.

Leaning down he whispered "I love you Scarlett," his lips touched hers in a searing kiss.

"I love you too," She mumbled against his mouth.

The End