Drabbles, Drabbles, And More Drabbles

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Rockabye sung by Clean Bandit ft. Sean Paul and Anne-Marie

She walked towards the kitchen carrying the silver tray in her right hand. She let out a small sigh and brushed her blonde hair out of her blue eyes. She used her hip to open the door, entering the crowded workplace, grabbing her next order. She traveled back to her table, listening to the sound of the waves crash against the shore. The sun was setting as she began her shift.

Elsa was nothing like she was supposed to be. She was supposed to be her father's perfect daughter. Elsa was going to be the heir to his company, but their plans were suddenly changed. They were changed by a little gift currently sleeping back at her apartment.

Her father told her that she was a disappointment. Only a fool would have sex with a man she hardly knew. He wouldn't have a slut take his proud company after him. He didn't want a daughter who had a baby out of wedlock. That wasn't something to proud off.

Elsa trudged up the steps into her apartment. A generous woman from the apartment complex had told Elsa that she would watch her baby when she was at work. The woman knew what Elsa was going through and decided to help out as much as she could. "Hello Rapunzel." Elsa greeted as she entered the tiny apartment.

The blonde looked up and smiled. She was gently rocking Elsa's child to sleep. Elsa looked over her shoulder, looking at her pride and joy. He wasn't very old, only six months. He was beginning to learn and grow fast. "How was he?" Elsa asked as she took her baby from Rapunzel's arms.

"He was good. He fell asleep once I gave him his bottle," Rapunzel explained as she packed up her things. She took her two year old off the couch and laid her over her shoulder. "Hope and I should be going. Goodnight."

"Goodnight. I'll watch her in the morning." Elsa replied. Rapunzel nodded and ran her hand over Hope's blonde hair. They were in messy pigtails. Her brown eyes were slightly open as she was beginning to wake up. Rapunzel told Elsa that she had her father's eyes. She always talked about how Hope was a lot like her father, the father she'd never met. Before she could whine, Rapunzel had left for her apartment.

Elsa gave her son a quick kiss, making him stir. She smiled and sat down in the rocking chair beside the window. She looked at her baby and lend back against the worn wooden chair. She admired his tiny hands as she let her voice flow out. "Ooh love, no one's ever gonna hurt you, love. I'm gonna give you all of my love. Nobody matters like you. Your life ain't gonna be nothing like my life. You're gonna grow and have a good life. I'm gonna do what I've got to do."

Her voice trailed out the window and into the street, making people stop. They all wondered where that voice was coming from, making them look for the person who held this beautiful voice. Elsa had a voice that even angels couldn't even compare to. It was a talent she didn't like to brag about, so many didn't know she had it. "Rockabye baby, rockabye. I'm gonna rock you. Rockabye baby, don't you cry. Somebody's got you. Rockabye baby, rockabye. I'm gonna rock you. Rockabye baby, don't you cry. Rockabye. Rockabye, yeah, yeah." She gently sang her lullaby to her baby, watching him drift to sleep.

***

"Mathew, you need to get up for school." Elsa lightly snag into his ear. He groaned and rolled over onto his stomach. He hated school. He had to be away from his mother for one, and other kids weren't very nice to him.

"Why?" He whined. Elsa softly laughed and sat on his bed. She rubbed his back in circles, trying to comfort her precious child. She hated seeing him upset, but she wanted him to have a life she never had. School was the first step to success.