Shelby woke up the next morning and looked at the clock. It was 11:00 AM. She sighed as she gently shook Rachel," Sweetie, you need to wake up," Shelby said. Rachel groaned and slowly opened her eyes. She sat up slowly and looked at Shelby.

She smiled at her," Morning mom," she said.

Shelby smiled warmly back at her," Goodmorning baby," she said.

"Why did you wake me up?" Rachel asked grogilly.

Shelby sighed," Sweetie, Mr. Greenburg is going to be here at 2:00," she said.

Rachel's eyes widened," Why?" she asked.

"Sweetie, we have to plan your dads' funeral," Shelby said quietly.

Tears welled in Rachel's eyes and she shook her head," No, no I, I can't," she said.

"Sweetie, we just need to get this over with so we can move on," Shelby said, wrapping her arms around her daughter.

"No, no,no," Rachel said, tears beginning to pour from her eyes like a faucet.

"Honey, sh, please don't cry. Sh, it's ok baby," Shelby said comfortingly.

"I can't do it," Rachel said, softly.

Shelby nodded," Ok, sweetie. You don't have to. I'll call the lawyer and see what I can do," she said, standing.

Rachel grasped her hand tightly," Don't go," she said. Shelby nodded and sat back down, wrapping Rachel in her arms again. She shushed her and rubbed her back soothingly, rocking her back and forth. After a while, Rachel fell asleep and Shelby stood carefully, laying Rachel down on the bed and covering her with the blankets. She kissed her forehead gently before grabbing her phone and walking into the hallway. She quickly hit the redial button on the lawyer's number.

"Brian Greenburg," he answered after a few rings.

"Mr. Greenburg. It's Shelby Corcoran. Rachel's mother," Shelby said.

"Ms. Corcoran, what can I do for you?" Brian asked.

"Well, I was just talking to Rachel and, she can't plan her fathers' funeral," Shelby said, getting right to the point.

"Ms. Corcoran, Rachel needs to. I don't have anyone else that can," Brian said.

"What about one of their parents'?" Shelby asked.

"In their will they named Rachel as who was to take care of their funeral arrangements," Brian said simply.

"Well, Rachel can't do it. I'm sorry Mr. Greenburg, but she really just can't do it," Shelby said.

Brian sighed," I guess I can call one of the parents and ask if they could do it," he said.

"That would mean a lot to her. She's really having a tough time with this, and i'm afraid planning their funeral will put her over the edge," Shelby said.

"Ok, i'll contact you with the date of the funeral," Brian said.

"Thankyou," Shelby said, hanging up. She walked back into her room and Rachel was awake, in the fetal position on the bed, her eyes staring blankly ahead. "Sweetie?" Shelby asked, walking over and sitting down next to her. She took her in her arms gently and kissed her forehead. " I called Mr. Greenburg and he said that he would call one of your grandparents to arrange your dads' funeral," Shelby said.

Rachel nodded," Thankyou, mommy," she said, sounding like a small child.

Shelby smiled and kissed the top of her head again," No problem, sweetie," she said.

"Mom?" Rachel asked.

"Yeah sweetie," Shelby said.

"Will I ever get better? Will things ever be back to normal?" Rachel asked.

"Sweetie, of course it will. I'm going to help you. We are going to get through this together," Shelby said quietly.

"Promise?" Rachel asked.

Shelby nodded," I promise, sweetie," she said comfortingly.