Rachel was lost in a fevered dream of bliss,
“I am,” she whispered.
“Your what?” Mary asked her face right above Rachel’s.
“I’m your baby girl”.
“Yes Rachel you are.”
Margaret easily picked little sissy baby Rachel up in her arms carried her on her hip into the kitchen, she took a baby bottle full of what looked like chocolate milk from the fridge and popped it into the microwave.
“Time for that hot drink I promised you sweetie.”
She carried Rachel into the living room and sat down in a plush rocker with Tammy on her lap.
“Lap time with Aunty!” Margaret said brightly as she tickled Rachel gently and placed the nipple of the baby bottle into her mouth.
