CatB: I know Melanie's too evil. Actually I wouldn't call her "too" evil since she hasn't done anything evil or if she has, it's not incredibly evil. Either way, she's supposed to be that way hence why I put "What if Melanie wasn't the sweet woman she was always known to be?" I know Melanie's character. I've read the book often and she's the least forgettable person in the book.

Guest- It's a parody and a What if story. If you like canon, read it the book or the movie.


I was eager to see my nephew for the first time although the downside was seeing that cow again. Uncle Peter was picking the baby and her up. Hopefully they would be here soon if nothing happened. Aunt Pittypat was standing outside with me, worrying about the weather. Normally I wouldn't complain about someone speaking about the weather, but it was sunny without a single cloud in the sky and she was talking about rain and even an hurricane. With Charlie gone, I said the words I've always wanted to say to her. This was just the excuse I need to say something. I told her to shut her yapping before I smacked the shit out of her. She looked at me with a look similar to a fish out of water. I had surprised and shocked her beyond belief. With my brother gone, she'd be seeing a lot more of that. With no one to keep my secret temper in check people were going to see the real Melanie. If I was prepared for that, God only knows. We waited in silence until the carriage pulled up. I instantly ran up as Uncle Peter let Scarlett out.

"Scarlett, please let me hold him!" I asked reaching for my adorable nephew.

Scarlett gave him to me, practically tossing him to me as if he was just some article of clothing she didn't care for anymore. It was like he meant nothing to her. I guess I shouldn't be so surprised. He wasn't the son of Ashley, but of a man she didn't love. How could she not love her child? Although he did resemble my brother, he had her midnight black colored hair and to top it all off, she carried him for nine months. How could she not have some type of connection with her beautiful child? She was missing out on a lot even in his first month of life which shouldn't be so.

Whatever, I'd take that connection as well as an aunt could. We were still family even if it had to be through her. I took the baby inside and held him close for the rest of the day. The week went by normally although now there was a baby in the house to look after. I was the main one looking after little Wade. I was feeding him, clothing him, holding him, and just all around caring for him. I didn't mind looking after him. He brought me comfort with Charlie gone and I enjoyed his company even if he couldn't quite talk yet. Other than that, someone had to be something of a mother to him. I've never seen a woman hold her baby that little. If he wasn't in my arms, he was in his crib, my aunt was holding him, or Prissy had him.

"Melanie, I don't know why you hold him so much." said Scarlett as she brushed her hair. I had just come into the room to get him."You're going to spoil him."

"Funny you should say that considering how much of a spoiled ass you are." I said in the sweetest voice possible.

"What did you just say?" she turned and looked at me.

"I just said he's my nephew and my brother's child. It wouldn't hurt to spoil him." I lied. I was about to tell her that she heard right, but if I did, she'd just go home taking the baby with her. I couldn't have that.

"Oh." she turned back to the mirror. I was happy she had bought the lie and quickly made my way out of the room. Once the door was shut, I blew a raspberry at her before heading to my room to rock him and read some children's books I picked out in town.


Not only was Scarlett unfit mother (if one could call her a mother), she was a piece of work to boot. There was some sort of partying going on for the soldiers in town, she waved out of the window at the passing by soldiers and citizens going by. Aunt Pittypat caught her and attempted to tell her off. I had caught only parts of the conversation, hearing that she shouldn't be waving when she was in mourning. She was a fast piece of work. I heard both of them crying and went to investigate. Somehow, my aunt thought they were crying over Charlie when I knew it wasn't true. She wanted to go to that party. She didn't give a damn her own husband died. If she could have her way, I'd bet she'd rip off her mourning clothes, put on a nice expensive dress, and make her way to that party her arm locked with handsome young man. Knowing this made my temper rise and storm inside that room over to Scarlett.

I ripped her from my aunt's arms and shook her. "Stop that crying right now! You make me sick!"

"Melanie!" I heard my aunt say. I didn't care. I was going to let her have it.

"You're sitting here crying over nothing! I wish you were crying over Charlie! God knows I do! But you're over here crying about a party! Your husband just died and instead of mourning like a good widow, you're over here being a big baby! Well guess what? You're not going and you're staying here with us, like it or not! I know I don't!"

"M-melanie, that's enough!" my aunt had raised her voice a little higher than usual.

I let her go and stormed off. I went to my room, ignoring Uncle Peter who had just spoken to me and I didn't speak back since I was so angry, and slapped my room door. I went over to the basin I had to splash some water in my face to cool off. I knew I had to apologize later for it, although I may not have to as Aunt Pittypat had attributed my earlier snapping to stress or something like that. Good thing she was stupid.