A/N:

Hi! this is going to be my first fanfiction. To be honest, I wanted to write this in my native language but decided to post it in English instead. I don't think I will get many readers if I did so otherwise. I hope you understand that my grammar is not perfect, but I will appreciate a correction from you guys. Just say it nicely. :)

Disclaimer: I don't own GWTW. I'm just a fan.

It had been four months since he left her. He seriously considered prolonging his absence until he visits his family again, but he told her that he'd keep coming often enough to keep gossip down. He decided that four months would be enough for him to go back to Atlanta. For him, four months was neither short, nor it was elongated.

After he had dispatched his luggage to the Peachtree mansion, he decided to go to the cemetery to visit Bonnie's grave first. The last time he dropped over was the day he left Atlanta for Charleston. Upon looking down at the headstone, he noticed that there were blue daisies. They didn't look fresh, but not wilted either. From the looks of it, he presumed it was there only yesterday. 'There can only be one person who set these flowers,' he thought. 'How was Bonnie able to appreciate her motherly affections now when she's already gone?' perhaps the loss of their daughter had made Scarlett cognizant of her negligence as a mother. If that was the case, it's deplorable that life had to be taken in order for someone to realize their shortcomings.

He sighed in exasperation. If he didn't think about Bonnie, he would think about the mother. He sat beside Bonnie's headstone and rubbed the carved name with his thumb. If she had lived, she'd probably be playing with her favorite doll by now. The one she named Violet...

They were at a toy store when Bonnie asked him to be the one to pick the doll for her. He chose a doll in a violet dress with green eyes. The same shade as Scarlett's and Ella's. He remembered how Bonnie giggled when he handed it to her "I was hoping you'd choose her Daddy! I'm right!"

"It's a beautiful doll. So I knew you would like her."

They both smiled at each other until, "She's beautiful just like Momma!"

"Do you really think she's beautiful?"

"Of course! You don't see it, Daddy? Momma thinks you're very handsome!"

"What?"

"I said to mother that I like you so much because you give me gifts," Bonnie told him enthusiastically while holding her doll admiringly. "I asked her what she likes about you. Momma said she likes you because you're very handsome."

Rhett fought hard not to roll his eyes. 'But of course. That's all she could come up with!'

"When I grow up..." Bonnie said, interrupting Rhett's reverie. "I want to be just like Momma."

"Why do you want to be like her?"

"She's so beautiful and brave. Aunt Melly said Momma is the bravest person she knew!"

He never believed in deities but Rhett secretly prayed that his daughter would not become like Scarlett. Bonnie already has the qualities of being beautiful and brave. Well...she's still afraid of sleeping in the dark but he had full confidence that she'll outgrow it. Most children do. But if she becomes like her mother in every aspect, heaven help him! And the idea of Bonnie loving someone else's husband made him feel sick...

Rhett Butler sighed and looked up at the sky but did not see anything. Even though he was very heedful to Bonnie, Scarlett still has a place in the child's heart without giving so much effort. Scarlett's affections were much more invested in the honorable Mr. Wilkes than in her own children; and yet, they still respect her, including Wade, despite that he's intimidated by her. Just like how Scarlett can easily ensnare her county beaux back in those days, she can also simply make up for her lack of attention with just a simple smile at her children. 'Maybe that's the mystifying bond between a mother and her child. The child came from her womb after all.' He stood up and brushed his trouser with his hands. 'I'm going off now my little girl.'

As he strode away, he spotted similar blue daisies several feet away. He approached it as he recognized the grave. It was Miss Melly's. He was astounded when he noticed that there were also the same flowers on Frank Kennedy's gravestone which happened to be two feet distance from Melanie's. He snickered, 'She was only obliged to give her second husband some flowers too since he was buried a little close to Melanie,' he couldn't help but wonder if Scarlett brought Ella with her to pay a visit to her late father. He slid his hand into his pocket and pulled out his pocket watch. "It's about time to go back to that inferno."

She had just come out of her room when she saw Pork exiting her estranged husband's bedroom. As if reading her mind, Pork said "I just deposited Mister Rhett's luggage, Miss Scarlett."

Her heart skipped a beat, "Is he inside?"

The servant shook his head."I don't know Miss Scarlett. These bags were just unloaded here by the carriage driver."

'So Rhett is back in Atlanta,' she thought. 'But where is he?' Suddenly, feeling conscious about her appearance, she went back to her bedroom and sought her vanity to check her reflection. She wanted to look presentable to Rhett. It was after all, months since the last time she saw him. She didn't paint her face. She knew her husband didn't like that. She only applied light rouge on her lips and pinched her cheeks to give them a pinkish imprint. She was disgruntled by her black dress though. As if mourning was not sufficient to make her miserable, she had to wear black attire! And such an appearance is what she didn't want Rhett to see after four months apart.

Suddenly, she was feeling anxious. She hasn't seen Rhett for four months. How was she able to act in front of him? 'No! I must not feel nervous lest I'll lose the chance of getting him back. I have to be composed.' She didn't realize how long she was sitting in her seat, staring at herself in the mirror when she heard Ella's voice shrieking 'uncle Rhett!' She reached for the doorknob and took a deep breath. 'Watch out Captain Butler for I'm going to win you back!'