At this point there seems to be some mixture of movie and book events. The idea that the lady back then could have been imprisoned for the murder of her lover, go through a trial with so many witnesses and then be released and live her normal life is simply ridiclous. She would have never be accepted anywhere and would need to leave as far as for Australia, for instance. So, the book provides more realistic, however quite boring plot. So, I'm taking some details from the movie, but definitely not murder and prison thing. And I don't like this riot thing at the end of the book. So, they're not the part of my story. I hope it doesn't make it very confusing now. Anyway, please, please, review and comment!

Mrs. Fitz gave quite clear directions and the way to the wood didn't seem so dangerous for Cat any more. Rhett was strolling along a wide path, enjoying a fresh air which could almost be drunk rather than breathed. The emerald green around reminded him of Scarlett's eyes and he got a weird idea that Scarlett's roots and her eye colour could somehow be connected. Of course, this theory had no real proof, as Mr. O'Hara was blue-eyed, just like his Bonny. Or rather Bonny – like him.

Thinking about Scarlett's eyes, Rhett suddenly had a major flashback from last night and felt the hot wave rolling down to his groins. He could almost feel Scarlett's taste on his lips. She let him...She let him caress her with his tongue. And she came so fast, Rhett couldn't help a smirk.

Scarlett almost jumped on the bed.

- Oh, is something wrong? Am I doing something wrong? - she looked confused.

He pulled he close and they stretched on the bed.

- You're perfect. It's just... – he was struggling for the words. Rhett was careful with picking right words, not to offend her, not to make their lovemaking intimidating or repulsing for her, again. Besides, he couldn't really believe whether it's all true, and not some wonderful dream, or the lunacy Scarlett had temporally developed. The Scarlett he used to know would most of the time hide herself under the sheets and would be petrified to expose even her bare shoulder. Of course, those two memorable nights proved she could be a more eager participant. But now...she was a wanton woman, open to new things. Well, still a little awkward, but it had its charm too, as Rhett entertained the idea she hadn't been with many men or with no men at all during her time in Ireland.

- It's just what?

- Your body is so responsive. You're full of endless number of surprises, my dear. – he kissed her lips, then her neck, shoulders, going lower and lower.

- Oh, Rhett, you do not mean again...Ooooh...- it was exactly what he meant.

The memories were very distractive and Rhett decided to focus on his way. He soon saw a small hut off the track. It was hard to believe a little girl could be let go here all by herself. He wanted to believe Kathie wasn't endangered going here. Scarlett was so obviously crazy about their little girl. She wouldn't let her do something dangerous. Rhett's heart clenched. "Our little girl".

He climbed the porch and knocked at the door. He heard fast small steps and Cat welcomed him inside.

- Grain, Rhett has come. – she took his hand. – Rhett is my father!

- Of course, he is your father, girl. Even blind could see that. – Grain's voice was low and somehow soothing. She didn't bother standing up and looked at Rhett up. – The man with the heart of lion and the seawater, running in his veins.

- Hello, Ma'm. Why thank you for your kind words. Let me get to the point at once. I know that neither my wife or my daughter were likely to survive if it were not for you. I cannot thank you enough for saving their lives. And if there is any way I can express my appreciation – anything – I'd be very thankful if you'd let me know.

- I like O'Hara. And your girl too. I like Cat more, of course. She says, we are friends. – Grain gave Cat a small smile, but old women's eyes sparkled with tenderness. – O'Hara lets her come here. – Grain looked directly to Rhett's eyes. – And it's save to come here. Nothing bad can happen to the girl here, when I'm around. You needn't worry.

Rhett didn't like and didn't really believe the stories about reading minds, psychos, who see the future, ghosts and so on. But this phrase caught him. Could she possibly know he worried? Or was it just a good guess – well, of course, he is not familiar with the details of their life here. He is entitled to worry if Cat goes to the forest alone.

- Now go there and sit down. I'm gonna make you tea. – Grain pointed to a rough stool, standing at the table. Rhett took Cat and sit down with his daughter on his lap. He couldn't help enjoying the sweet scent of her black hair. He was holding her close and his heart would skip the beats out of overjoy.

Grain stood up with difficulty.

- Do you want to help me, Cat?

- I want to sit with Rhett a little. It's nice to sit so high. And it's warm. And he smells nice. – Cat yawned and rested her head on Rhett's arm.

- You told me he is your father. So, you can call him "Father", why don't you? - Grain looked at Rhett. He smiled back.

Cat turned her head and looked at Rhett too.

- May I call you that?

- Of course, precious. I do hope you will call me that.

- And may I call you "Pa"? Those children, who have fathers, call them Pas quite often.

Rhett kissed her forehead.

- You have the father too, Kitty-Cat. And of course, you can call me Pa or whatever you like. And I will always be with you – to protect you, to give you things you need or want, to help you, to love you every day of my life till my last gasp. – Rhett knew it was a little too emotional. But it was still very difficult for him, even for him!, to control his emotions while with Cat. Her very existence was such an overwhelming fact...And she resembled him so. It was just too good to be true after all the losses.

The water was boiling and the tea, the herbal one, was almost ready.

- Cat is gonna be fine. She will live a long life. You and O'Hara...there is no need to go insane about protecting her. I know why you would want to. But don't. She will be fine, you hear me?

Scarlett most surely shared with her, Rhett thought. Grain delivered her baby, so she must have shared about other babies. And about the accident. Or was Scarlett unconscious by then? He remembered every word of what Mrs. Fitz had just told him. And he still remembered that drive to run upstairs, hug Scarlett and Cat, and hold them forever after. What would he do, if Scarlett didn't make it? How for God sake would he live further? Her cousin, father Column, knew how to find him in Charleston. He would send him a telegram. And Rhett felt unwell, thinking, that one day he could have been delivered a telegram, saying that Scarlett died in childbirth, that she sacrificed her life, bringing their wonderful baby to this world, because she loved him so much, and she loved their baby more than her life. What if they both didn't survive? Rhett shook his head. He must not think about that. Everything ended up well. They will now fix everything together. Three of them.

The door squinted.

- May I join your nice company? – Scarlett said joyfully.