I'm updating When Love was Young - just cleaning up some bits and adding a few more. For those fond of the original, I won't be taking anything out, so don't worry. I'm doing something similar with Tomorrow Starts Tonight over in the M section - though while that's having whole chapters added to it, this is more the occasional paragraph/scene. Hope you like the bonus bits.

'So cheer for the Bonnie Blue flag that bears a single star!' Scarlett's voice rang out through the cool night air filled with passion - and more than a little alcohol - as she tipped her head back and sang to the stars.

Beside her, Rhett allowed his normally stoic mask to slip, captivated by the bewitching spectacle his wife was making. Since meeting her all those years ago at Twelve Oaks, Rhett had come to believe that he knew everything there was to know about Scarlett O'Hara. He had seen her at her best and at her very worst and - while she never ceased to amuse him - he had thought he knew her too well to ever again be surprised by her actions. How wrong could a man be?

Staring at her now, her black tresses floating in the breeze created by their open carriage, her cheeks red with a heady combination of dancing and drinking and her emerald eyes sparkling with unshed tears, he realised that he had never before seen her this uninhibited, this beautiful, nor - his heart clenched hopefully at the thought - this happy.

Rhett reached out and took her hand in his, marvelling at the sight of the gold band that adorned it. He rolled the cold metal between his thumb and forefinger, twisting it back and forth to reassure himself that it was really there, and that he could finally call Scarlett his wife.

Wife. The foreign, glorious word fizzled like champagne on his tongue. She was his wife. He had waited so long to make her his, and faced so many setbacks along the way, that even now, six blissful, exhilarating, terrifying days after their wedding, he still couldn't quite believe that it was real. Part of him was waiting for someone to turn up and declare that there had been a dreadful mistake, and that their union was not legal. Personally, his bet was on her already being married to someone else, for she had an uncanny knack of saddling herself with another husband every time he left her alone for more than a minute.

Rhett grimaced as he recalled how nervous he'd been to leave her in Atlanta after proposing. The thought that she would find someone else while he was abroad had plagued him during the entirety of his trip. And yet, he knew that if he hadn't headed for London straight after she'd said yes, then he would have humiliated himself by trailing after her like a love-sick fool in the months leading up to their wedding. And as much as he longed to declare his love for her, as much as staying quiet made his throat constrict until he felt that he must surely blurt it out or choke, the thought of the scorn she would shower on him if he did so was enough to keep him forever silent.

Yet, watching Scarlett launch into the next verse of Bonnie Blue Flag, Rhett thought that maybe there was something in her smile which suggested she wasn't as indifferent to him now as she had once been. Tearing his eyes away from her enticing form, Rhett glanced round at his surroundings. He groaned when he realised they were only a minute or two away from their hotel. Knowing that the other residents would not prove such a willing audience to Scarlett's song, Rhett conceded that it was time to bring her impromptu concert to a swift conclusion.

He squeezed her hand, maintaining the pressure until she turned unsteadily to face him. 'My pet, as much as I am enjoying your unrivalled performance of one of our fair land's most rousing tunes, I fear that our patrons for the night will not share my enthusiasm. And seeing as it is far too late to find ourselves another hotel - or at least one that will live up to your exacting standards - I must regretfully request that you save the remainder of your song until we are safely tucked up in our room.'

'Oh, Rhett,' Scarlett huffed, her soft singing voice giving way to far less angelic tones. 'I don't care if they approve! God knows I haven't had much reason to sing these last few years, and I'll be damned if I'm going to let a bunch of old guinea-hens stop me now that I do.'

Rhett grinned rakishly at his wife's spirited words. He was pleased beyond measure to hear that she was happy.

Turning to face Scarlett fully, Rhett decided to push his luck. 'You may not care what they think of you, my dear, but you're not the one who paid out more money than it is decent to mention in order to obtain the bridal suite in the best establishment that this fair city has to offer.' Pausing for a moment, he stroked the delicate skin of her wrist, smiling as he felt her pulse begin to race. 'So, if you won't cease for their sakes, then I beg you most humbly to do so for mine.'

Scarlett's forehead creased up into another, larger frown as she contemplated whether or not to comply with his request. 'Fine, Rhett, seeing as you asked so nicely, I promise to be good. Although only until we get past reception, then I'm going to finish my song and I don't care if it wakes up the entire street!'

'Why, my dear,' said Rhett clutching his breast with mock astonishment, 'I do believe this is the first time in all the years we've known each other that you have done as I asked. And all I had to do was ask nicely! Think of the aggravation I could have been spared if only you'd told me sooner!'

'Oh, hush up, you conceited thing!' Scarlett pouted. 'Besides, this isn't the first time. I agreed to marry you, didn't I?'

Rhett's teasing smile grew genuine at her words, and he said solemnly, 'Yes, Mrs. Butler, you did.'

The brief moment of sincerity was cut short when the carriage rolled to a stop outside their hotel. Rhett swung down lithely from his seat and went to pay the driver, making sure to tip him handsomely for having endured Scarlett's caterwauling so graciously.

Walking back round to where Scarlett sat, he offered her his hand. It was a lucky thing he was such a gentleman, for when Scarlett made to step down from the carriage, her foot caught in the hem of her gown and she fell heavily against him, making him stumble backwards with a grunt of surprise. Rhett cursed under his breath as her knee crashed into his thigh and her head slammed against his ribs.

While he was winded by the blow, Scarlett seemed thoroughly unhurt by her trip. She broke into a fit of giggles as she found her footing. With her mouth pressed closely against the exposed skin of his collar, Scarlett's laughter sent puffs of warm breath coasting over Rhett's neck and chest. His eyes darkened with desire at the feel of her soft, pliant body in his arms, his thoughts turning to getting his bride up to their room as quickly as possible.

He briefly considered picking Scarlett up and carrying her there, but the thought of the incredulous looks this show of affection would earn him from the hotel staff doused the idea before it took hold. Instead, he moved to put some distance between himself and his much too alluring wife.

Tucking a hand under her chin and lifting her flushed face to meet his, he asked seriously, 'Scarlett, I need to get you inside. Do you think you're well enough to walk up to our room?'

'Of course I am!' Scarlett snapped indignantly. 'There's no need to fuss so. This is hardly the first time I've had a little too much to drink!'

Despite the lateness of the hour and the quietness of the street, Rhett laughed loudly at her response. Only Scarlett O'Hara could say something so scandalous while acting so superior.

'Now, Rhett,' she said primly, her green eyes dancing, 'whatever are you doing making such a racket at this time of night? You'll get us thrown out, and then I'll never forgive you.'

Rhett chuckled at her attempt at a joke, pleased to see that his teasing nature was beginning to rub off on his bride. It was about time that Scarlett learnt how to laugh again.

'Oh, but you would, my dear,' he drawled, 'I don't believe there's anything I couldn't get you to forgive me for if I tried hard enough.'

Scarlett merely snorted contemptuously at his remark whilst swaying on the spot, her unsteady movements reminding Rhett that no matter how lucidly she might be able to talk, her actions would easily give away her drunken state to all those inside the hotel. Protectively, he wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her slim body in line with his own and anchoring her to his side.

'We're going in now, Scarlett,' he explained patiently. 'Lean into me and concentrate on putting one foot in front of the other. I'll do the rest.'

Taking her silence for consent, Rhett took a step forward, pleased when she followed. In this manner, they made their way gingerly up to the entrance of the hotel, Rhett gripping Scarlett tightly as they passed the doorman and entered the lobby. Doing a quick sweep of the room, Rhett was relieved to find the place deserted bar for an elderly man behind the front desk who didn't seem to be paying them much attention.

Rhett manoeuvred Scarlett across the marble floor towards the staircase as swiftly as he dared, almost regretting that the bridal suite was on the top floor despite its stunning views of the city.

They were climbing the fourth of the seven staircases that led to their room when Rhett heard a noise. Looking up, his heart sank at the sight of Henry Walters striding down to meet them.

Walters was a distinguished looking man in his late twenties who had taken something of a shine to Scarlett. Though he was harmless enough, it irritated Rhett to see another man so openly courting his wife. Not least because Scarlett - ever on the lookout for new admirers - shamelessly encouraged his flirting at every turn.

Rhett recalled with distaste their meeting at a ball in town the night before last. He had been forced to leave Scarlett on her own while he spoke to an old acquaintance from his blockading days, Delilah Weaver. She had been the wife of one of his crew members, a brawny titan of a man who had tragically lost his life during the war. Rhett had been keen to offer his condolences, long overdue as they were.

Throughout his conversation with Delilah, Rhett had felt Scarlett's eyes burning into the back of his head and wondered what had upset her so. By the time he'd managed to extract himself from the conversation, Scarlett had disappeared. Concerned about where she could have gotten to, Rhett had been searching through the hall when her pealing laughter, recognisable to him anywhere, had cut through the commotion.

His relief had been short lived, for when he'd turned towards the sound it had been to find her snugly ensconced in the arms of the very man who had been soliciting her since they first came to New Orleans.

Rage and jealously had torn through Rhett until he could barely restrain himself from pulling out his pistol and shooting Henry Walters where he stood. His blood had boiled as he watched the two of them dancing, grimacing at the way Walters held Scarlett so tightly, how he made her smile in a way that only Rhett wanted to be able to.

Deeper than his anger had been the bitter undercurrent of hurt. Rhett had felt betrayed by Scarlett's fickleness, disappointed that she would humiliate him by seeking out another man's company on their honeymoon. She had always been callous and - knowing her as intimately as he did - her behaviour should not have shocked him, but in the days since their wedding he had allowed himself to hope that she was softening towards him.

Late at night as they lay entwined together beneath the sheets, her blushing whispers and tentative caresses had promised the start of something new. They revealed a gentler side to Scarlett, a side which he had always suspected existed, but scarcely dreamed he would get to see. The fact that she was not only allowing him to witness this vulnerability, but was directing it solely in his direction, filled Rhett with hope that one day she might finally come to love him as he had always loved her.

Yet, there was nothing of that hidden, nighttime Scarlett in her current actions. This was a different Scarlett altogether. The same woman who had ruthlessly pursued her best friend's husband right under everybody's noses, and who took a vindictive pleasure in making fools out of those who loved her.

Part of him had wanted to walk out of the hall and never look back. To keep on walking until he got far enough away from his green-eyed vixen to break free of her spell. He might well have done it too if she hadn't chosen that exact moment to look at him, her head turning towards him instinctively as if she'd sensed rather than seen where he was standing.

Her gaze had swept over his face expectantly, her ruby red lips curving up into a smug smirk when she took in his pained countenance. That one glance had been enough for Rhett to grasp the dangerous game she was playing. Rhett had chuckled aloud at the antics of his young wildcat of a bride. He understood now that she was not dancing with Walters because she desired his company, but to get back at Rhett for leaving her side to talk to another woman.

It was petty and childish and so very Scarlett that Rhett had felt the last vestiges of his heart which didn't already belong to her wave the white flag of surrender. She was infuriating and stubborn and cruel, but she was everything that he had been searching for his entire life and he'd be damned if one day he didn't make her see it.

Stalking across the dance floor, Rhett had smirked as he'd watched his beloved's eyes widen in fear. How like her to lay down a challenge and then panic when he accepted it. It still amused him how one so brazen could also be so cripplingly inhibited. He kept forgetting that she was still held back by a fear of social scandal that he had long since learnt to suppress.

Reaching the pair, he had coughed politely before tapping Walters on the shoulder and asking to cut in. Scarlett had bristled as he took her small frame in his arms, her face puckering up into a frown.

'I don't know why you had to spoil my night, Rhett. I was having a perfectly lovely time with Henry before you interrupted,' she had snapped, her use of Walters' first name reigniting Rhett's temper.

He had struggled to maintain a light tone as he commented, 'My pet, don't you think it would be more fitting for a newly-wed couple to dance with each other on their honeymoon? I know that, unlike yourself, I'm new to this marriage business, but I do believe that is how it is generally done in polite circles.'

Scarlett's eyes had flashed with poorly-concealed jealously as she bit back, 'You must be very ignorant of how married men behave, Rhett, if you think abandoning your wife to talk to another woman in the middle of a ball is acceptable.'

His chest filling with warmth at her possessive tone, Rhett had found that he had no appetite to continue teasing Scarlett, despite the becoming flush it brought to her cheeks. 'I stand corrected, my pet. Rest assured that it shall not happen again. Although I beg you not to scold me too harshly, as while I may have been talking to Delilah, my thoughts, as always, were only of you.'

Rhett's smile had grown wider as he'd watched Scarlett freeze, noticing how she scanned his face cautiously for a sign of his usual sarcasm before sighing contentedly when she came up empty.

'Although, Scarlett, I'm not the only one who's been acting inappropriately. Can't you see how it wounds me whenever you trifle with that boy?'

'What boy?'

'The one who was stepping on your toes before I gallantly came to your rescue.'

'Oh, you mean Mr. Walters, I suppose, though I'm sure I've never trifled with him.' Rhett raised an incredulous eyebrow, and Scarlett blushed before conceding, 'Alright, maybe I have trifled with him a little, but only because I enjoy watching your reaction. Most of the time I swear I haven't a clue what it is that you're thinking, but at least in those moments I have a pretty good idea.'

Her comment had shocked Rhett, making him realise that in attempt to conceal certain emotions from Scarlett he had also been excluding her from the ones he wanted her to see, namely his genuine affection and high-regard for her person, and making it impossible for her to feel entirely comfortable with him. Emboldened, Rhett had made sure to keep his customary mask down for the rest of the night, letting Scarlett in as much as he dared without allowing his love to be exposed.

They had undoubtedly grown closer as a result of their heart to heart, and while Rhett was confident she felt nothing for Walters as a man, he could not contain a swell of irritation at the sight of him walking down the stairs towards them now.

One of Rhett's most secret delights upon marrying Scarlett was finding out that after consuming slightly more alcohol than was strictly acceptable, his wife was apt to shed her more formidable characteristics and return to the wide-eyed, gambolling innocent that she had been before the war. In such a state of merriment she was far more affectionate with him than she was when sober, perhaps less worried about how such actions might make her look weak in his eyes.

In addition to the pleasure he received from holding her a little too closely in his arms as they swept across crowded ballrooms, it was this that motivated him to take her out dancing each evening. For on returning to their hotel suite, Scarlett - having inevitably consumed more than her fair share of champagne - would open up to him in a way that made the gnawing ache he had experienced each day he'd been forced to wait for her suddenly seem like all too small a price to pay.

It pleased him to know this was a side to Scarlett that he alone had the pleasure of witnessing, a side that even the esteemed Mr. Wilkes had never been fortunate enough to glimpse. Tonight though she had drunk more than ever before, tipping past the point where the alcohol served only to ease her nerves into something approaching full-blown intoxication. The thought that Walters of all people was going to witness her in this defenceless state made Rhett bristle. Hugging her tightly to his side, he was torn between an urge to shield her from sight and a darker desire to push Walters down the stairs before he noticed her drunken demeanour.

'Mrs. Butler!' Henry Walters exclaimed brightly, making Scarlett lift her head from where it had been lolling comfortably on Rhett's shoulder.

Too far gone to be embarrassed, Scarlett's face broke out into a smile wide enough to make Rhett wish he'd hurled the man down the flight of stairs after all.

'Why, Henry, what a lovely surprise!' she crooned, far too loudly for such a late hour.

'The pleasure is all mine,' he replied eagerly.

'Rhett and I have had the loveliest evening. We danced and danced all night long. I do believe I've worn a hole in my new shoes!'

Walters chuckled inanely at her words as if they were the height of wit, making Rhett tighten his hold on Scarlett and endeavour to bring their impromptu meeting to an end.

'Well, Mr. Walters,' he said, 'as auspicious as it is to run into you, if we don't retire soon then we shall never be up in time for breakfast.'

He took a step forward only to be jerked backwards when Scarlett remained rooted to the spot.

'But I haven't asked Mr. Walters if he'd like to hear my song yet, Rhett,' she pouted in an endearingly child-like manner. On any other occasion, Rhett would have been charmed by her display, but it was late and he was tired and his bed was calling to him as alluringly as a beautiful woman.

'My dear,' he cajoled, stroking a single finger up the length of her arm and savouring the envy that swept across Walters' face, 'I thought we agreed that you wouldn't sing until we reached our room. A business woman should know better than to go back on her word.'

Scarlett swallowed thickly before she pulled away, scowling. 'I only promised to keep quiet until we'd gotten past reception, Rhett. A business man should know better than to make a deal without first being clear of the terms.'

Unsure whether to be impressed or irritated by her cunning, Rhett marvelled that his wife was the only person who had ever been able to outwit him, sober or not. Though he normally despised losing in any and all forms, Rhett found that losing to Scarlett only increased his craving for her, underlining the fact that he had well and truly met his match.

'I'd be honoured to hear your song, Scarlett,' Walters piped up.

'See?' Scarlett accused. 'Henry appreciates my talents even if they are wasted on you. I bet you wouldn't make me stop halfway through a song I was enjoying singing just to please some stuffy old nobodies, would you, Henry?'

'No, I would not. Why, if I had a wife even half as beautiful as you, then I would make it my duty to show her off to everyone I met.'

'That's one of the many ways in which you and I differ, Walters,' Rhett said stiffly. 'I would never treat my wife as an object to be flaunted.'

'Oh, Rhett,' Scarlett scolded, smacking him lightly on the arm. 'Henry only meant that, were I his wife, he'd treat me like a prize.'

'Is there a difference, my dear?' he questioned sardonically, unsure how a night which had started so promisingly had ended up here. Her talk of being Walters' wife, no matter how idly spoken, had set his teeth on edge. He'd spent far too many years calling her by another man's surname to stomach the thought of doing it again.

Rhett was itching for a drink now. Perhaps he'd head out to a saloon after he'd dropped Scarlett back in their room. It would be the first night of their honeymoon he wouldn't sleep by her side, but the thought of their nocturnal separation appealed to him almost as much as it had previously pained him.

'Of course there is,' Scarlett said, her tone suddenly all too sober. 'Every girl wants their husband to treat them as if they're special rather than shameful.'

Catching a fleeting emotion as it passed across Scarlett's face, Rhett raised his hand to her chin and angled her head towards him, forgetting Walters' presence as he searched his wife's eyes. Beneath her slightly glazed expression, he detected genuine forlornness.

Cursing himself for forgetting that Scarlett's flirtation with Walters was always motivated by his own failings as a husband, Rhett felt his anger at the pair of them evaporate. He should have anticipated that his highly-strung wife would take his appeal for her to be quiet the wrong way, seeing his request as a sign that he was embarrassed by her drunken antics when in truth he was nothing but captivated.

Cupping her cheek, Rhett leant closer, smirking when her pupils dilated.

'My pet, you can sing as loudly as you want to, you can wake the entire neighbourhood, the entire city even, if it pleases you to do so. There is nothing you could do that would make me ashamed of you.' At her look of scepticism, he continued, 'You should know by now that I'm not a man who cares for the good opinion of others, indeed I have always found it far more amusing to invoke their criticism. Don't you see that it was your own reputation that I was trying to protect? That I did not want you to wake up in the morning and regret the night before?'

'Unlike my good self,' he teased gently, 'you are too cowardly to speak and act in public as you do in private, and I would hate for your long-standing hypocrisy to be ruined for the sake of one night's amusement.'

'You don't wish you'd married a great lady then, Rhett?' she asked, her teeth chewing on her bottom lip.

He laughed at the absurdity of her question. 'Where has this come from?'

Scarlett only tugged harder on her lip, threatening to break the skin.

Rhett slid his thumb across her mouth to save it from her teeth. 'Not for a second.'

Scarlett voice was uncharacteristically soft as she asked, 'Really?'

Deciding to meet her rare act of openness with one of his own, Rhett pulled Scarlett to him in a gentle kiss, savouring the way she sighed against his lips, her cool breath tickling his chin. Bending down to lean his forehead against hers, he looked her squarely in the eye and whispered, 'Really.'

He was rewarded for his candour with a breathtaking smile, 'So you do like my singing then, Rhett?' she enquired smugly.

Rhett grinned. 'I wouldn't recommend you take it up professionally, my dear, but as for myself, I will always prove a willing audience to whatever tunes you choose to delight me with.'

Scarlett attempted a frown, but her bright eyes gave away her amusement. Rhett was going to suggest they headed upstairs when Walters - no doubt upset at having been forgotten about by the object of his affection - chose that moment to make his frustration known.

'Now that your husband wishes to hear you too, Scarlett, what song are you going to sing for us?'

Rhett chuckled as Scarlett jumped at the sound of Walters' voice. No doubt remembering where she was, her cheeks grew flushed and she attempted to untangle herself from her husband's improper embrace.

'I think I'd rather finish my song in my room, if you don't mind, Henry. I wouldn't want to wake the other guests.'

'Are you sure, my dear?' Rhett asked innocently, no longer in a rush to end the exchange with Walters now that he knew he had the upper hand. 'It's no concern of mine if we disturb them.'

Glancing at him with pleading eyes, Scarlett said, 'I know that, Rhett, but I'm afraid I'm feeling a little under the weather. I think I'd better return to our suite.'

Grinning at the opportunity she had unknowingly handed him, Rhett schooled his features into those of a concerned husband as he raised his hand to check the heat of her brow. 'My darling, why did you not say so sooner? Forgive me for being remiss enough not to notice your suffering. We must get you back to our rooms immediately.'

Rhett bent and scooped her into his arms, biting back a laugh when Scarlett screamed in surprise.

'Rhett, put me down! It isn't decent!' she cried, her eyes fixed on Walters who stood before them with his mouth hanging open.

'I'm sorry, my dear, but I must put your health before matters of social decorum. Now if you'll excuse us, Walters, I need to get my wife into bed before her condition worsens.'

Rhett smirked broadly as he passed by a stunned Walters, all but sprinting up the remaining three flights of stairs. His arms tightened round Scarlett as he felt her annoyance gradually give way and her body relax into his hold.

Striding down the corridor towards their room, Rhett cursed when he realised their room key was trapped in his trouser pocket. Wrapping his free arm more firmly around his bride, he moved closer to their door until she was wedged between the wood and his body. Straining with effort, he reached down and tried to extract the key without dropping her. The situation wasn't helped when Scarlett began giggling in his ear, her body bucking against his.

'My pet, unless you want to become better acquainted with the carpet, I suggest you stop laughing until I get this damn door open.'

Unperturbed by his predicament, Scarlett only laughed harder, her whole body shaking in his arms until he could barely restrain himself from abandoning his attempts to open the door and simply taking her against it.

'Oh, Rhett,' she grinned indulgently, 'let me do it.'

Before he could warn her that putting her hand near that particular part of his anatomy was a dangerous idea, Scarlett reached down and batted his hand away, her slim fingers easily sliding inside his pocket and extracting the key.

Eyes shining, she handed it to him and lay her head back on his shoulder while he opened the door to their suite.

Walking through the lounge area to their bedroom, Rhett laid Scarlett down upon the mattress. Impatiently, he shrugged out of his dinner jacket and undid the buttons of his shirt.

Hearing a small sigh, he looked down to find Scarlett staring up at his bare chest, her eyes wide. Feeling conceited, he slowed his movements as he slid the cotton shirt off his broad shoulders and down his muscular arms, enjoying the way her eyes hungrily tracked the exposure of each new inch of skin.

Staring down at his wife, her black hair streaming across the white sheets and her ivory skin made almost translucent by the moonlight that trickled in through the window, he was once again struck with the irrational fear that he was dreaming. Surely all the happiness he had experienced in these last few days was an illusion and he would soon wake to find himself back at Belle's, as bitter and alone as ever.

Needing reassurance, Rhett bent down to kiss her, covering her body with his own as if trying to stop her from ever leaving. His breath caught as he felt her respond to his touch, her lips parting under his own as she sighed contentedly into his mouth. Reaching for her hands, he entwined their fingers together, stretching their arms out until they touched the sides of the bed and she was spread out beneath him like an offering.

Scarlett turned her head to the side and he used the opportunity to rain kisses down on her throat and neck.

'Rhett,' she whispered, the sound of his name breaking the trance he always fell under when mapping her body with his lips.

He surveyed her face with concern, fearful that he had done something to hurt her. Rather than pain, the only emotion he could detect in her eyes was irritation, causing him to raise a sardonic brow in question.

'I thought you wanted to hear the rest of my song,' she reminded him pointedly, her lips pursing up in a way he'd never been able to resist.

Lowering his head, Rhett peppered kisses across her mouth and cheeks until her scowl transformed into a smile.

'I do, my darling, and so I shall later on, but right now I have an altogether different kind of performance in mind. One that will prove far more pleasurable for the both of us.'

Rhett grinned as he watched Scarlett roll her eyes at his terrible joke while trying her damnedest not to giggle. It was then that he decided to stop worrying about whether all of this was too good to be true and simply enjoy it while it lasted. He knew that the honeymoon period could not last forever. He and Scarlett were too hot-headed in temperament for their relationship to remain this harmonious for long. Yet, while rougher tides lay ahead, he was determined to do everything in his power to keep them afloat.

Reaching out for his wife, Rhett let his fears fall away as he eagerly lost himself in Scarlett and the promise of their future life together.