Together as One
Disclaimer: I own none of the character's I'm just playing with them.
Chapter One
Scarlett hurried from her room when she heard the carriage, they were home, they were really home.
"Mother!" Scarlett heard Bonnie call. "Mother!" Bonnie came running up the steps as fast as her short plump legs could carry her. She had a striped kitten clutched to her chest. "Gran'ma gave him to me." She held the kitten up by the scruff. Scarlett scooped her into her arms and hugged her close and kissed glad to have her home. She looked over Bonnie's head and looked at Rhett. He swept his hat off and bow to her. Her heart leapt when their eyes met for that split second. He was home.
"Where's Mammy?" Bonnie asked wriggling out of . Rhett walked up the stairs to the landing where Scarlett stood . She thought he would kiss her especially in front of Mammy who had appeared to take Bonnie to the nursery with Wade and Ella.
"You are looking pale Mrs Butler. Is there a rouge shortage?" Scarlett glared at him. Not a hello. "Or can this wanness mean you have been missing me?" He smiled but it didn't reach his eyes.
"If I'm pale it's your fault and not because I've been missing you, you conceited thing. It's because—"
She was annoyed with herself she hadn't wanted to tell him this way. "It's because, because I'm going to have a baby." Rhett stepped to wards her as if to take her arm she pulled away from him.
"Indeed!" He said coolly. "Well, who's the happy father? Ashley?" Scarlett clutched at the post so hard that the ears of the carved lion dug painfully into her palm. She new he was joking, just trying to be nasty but she wanted to rake her sharp nails across his black eyes.
"Damn you!" She yelled angrily. "You, you know it's yours. And I don't want it any more than you do. No— no woman would want the children of a cad like you. I wish— Oh God I wish it were anybody's baby but yours!" There she had hurt him like he had hurt her.
"Cheer up," he said as he turned away from her "maybe you'll have a miscarriage." Rage coursed threw her. How could he make such a joke? She wanted to claw him, to see blood across his smug, dark face. As she lunged at him he put up a hand to protect himself and Scarlett lost her footing on the freshly waxed steps. Rhett could only watch helplessly as Scarlett tumbled down the stairs. He ran down them and cradled her in his arms. "Scarlett, Scarlett."
"Rhett." She whispered it was barely audible.
"Oh God I'm sorry, I'm sorry please. Scarlett please don't die. Help!"