He heard the door open and turned his chair to see who it was. Scarlett was startled at his appearance. He was dressed and looking better than anyone she had seen lately, even those at Tara. He was surprised to see her. Standing there in his doorway, she didn't know what to say. She just stood there, looking at him. After what seemed like forever, he said, "Come in." She was a little unsure about it, but did what he said. As she came in, he put his cigar butt out and closed the window a little because of the cold. Sitting back down, he pulled another chair close to his and she sat down in it. She looked around the room, everywhere to avoid looking at his eyes. She didn't want to look in his eyes. She was afraid of what she was going to see. She didn't know exactly what it was, but she knew that she was afraid to face it. "How long have you been here in Atlanta?" he asked her. "I just got in today," she said. "What are you doing here?" he asked. "I was just walking and I passed our house so I walked in and I heard something up here. What are you doing here? I thought you went back to Charleston," she said. "I did. But everyone there still hates me so I came back here. I figured you'd come back here sooner or later," he said. "Well I hadn't planned on it," she said. Rhett picked up his brandy glass and drank from it. He poured another and gave it to Scarlett. She drank some and put it on the table next to her. Without warning, he put down the glass and got up. Coming towards her, she felt his strong hands grab her waist and pick her up. She had remembered this from before, and she knew what he was going to do. But for some reason, she didn't try to stop him.

The next morning, she opened her eyes and sat up in bed. She was back in her bed in her house with Rhett in Atlanta. Rhett? Where was he? She got up from the bed and walked down the hall to find him. "Rhett?" she called, "Rhett?" She walked around the house looking for him, her voice echoing as she did. When she found him, he was in his study. Sitting by the window, smoking a cigar and drinking his brandy as usual. She didn't feel like going out today, she wasn't feeling too well. "I was just looking for you to tell you that I don't feel too well and I'm going to stay here today." Rhett ignored her. Scarlett knew this was his usual reaction, and didn't think much of it. So she shut the door and went back to her room to sleep.

Some time later, she was startled by the sound of knocking at her door. She wasn't sleeping, just lying in bed thinking. "Come in," she said, pulling the covers higher and sitting up. Rhett walked in and uninvitedly sat down on the foot of the bed next to her. She took a breath. She could tell he was waiting for her to say something. "Is it just the light in here or do you look pale?" he asked. "It's not my fault. It's yours. It's because." She stopped. "Pray continue," he said, looking at her. "It's because I'm going to have a baby."