A/N: sorry for the long wait! But between being sick Voice lessons, dance lessons, off-season training, play rehearsals and school life got a bit hectic, but here you go a short little chapter it's hell week so I don't have a lot of time sorry
Rachel whined from the backseat Shelby frowned. She pulled into the supermarket parking lot she had to stop to pick up some Children's Tylenol and pedialite for Rachel.
"Mommy," Rachel whined. "No feel good"
"I know baby, Mama will make you," Shelby cooed running her fingers through Rachel's hair as they entered the house.
Once inside Shelby gave Rachel a bath and dressed her in a pair of pink polka dotted footie pajamas. She braided her long hair and got her settled on the couch. Shelby went to the kitchen and returned with a syringe full of medicine.
"Okay Rachie girl open up," Shelby said.
As she placed the syringe in Rachel's mouth before forcing the medicine from it. Rachel scrunched up her face but swallowed the nasty tasting liquid, Shelby cuddled Rachel close to her a gave her a bottle Rachel sucked in a soothing rhythmic motion.
"Momma," Rachel said looking up at her mother.
"Yes, baby" Shelby replied.
"Sing me song?" she asked. Before placing the bottle back in her mouth,
Swing low, sweet chariot
Comin' for to carry me home
Swing low, sweet chariot
Comin' for to carry me home
I looked over Jordan and what did I see
Comin' for to carry me home
A band of angels comin' after me
Comin' for to carry me home
Swing low, sweet chariot
Comin' for to carry me home
Swing low, sweet chariot
Comin' for to carry me home
If you get to heaven before I do
Comin' for to carry me home
Tell all my friends I'm comin' there too
Comin' for to carry me home
Swing low, sweet chariot
Comin' for to carry me home
Swing low, sweet chariot
Comin' for to carry me home
I'm sometimes up and sometimes down
Comin' for to carry me home
But still I know I'm heavenly (freedom) bound
Comin' for to carry me home
Swing low, sweet chariot
Comin' for to carry me home
Swing low, sweet chariot
Comin' for to carry me home
If I get there before you do
Comin' for to carry me home
I'll cut a hole and pull you through
Comin' for to carry me home
Swing low, sweet chariot
Comin' for to carry me home
Swing low, sweet chariot
Comin' for to carry me home
As Shelby finished the lullaby Rachel's eyes flittered closed. Shelby looked down on her adoringly wondering if her life could get any more perfect. She carried Rachel up to the nursery and laid her in the crib so she could nap and get feeling better soon. It wasn't an hour before Rachel was awake again she looked around the empty nursery and cried Shelby rushed into the room.
"Mommy, hold me" Rachel cried.
Shelby lifted Rachel from the crib and bounced her on her hip.
"Shh baby," Shelby cooed over Rachel's cries. "Mommy's here now"