She looked down and discovered she was wearing a blue maternity dress which covered...She was pregnant! "What the..."
A little girl ran into the room. "Mommy, Mommy..." she shouted. Then she paused. "You're not my mommy...who are you?"
Danielle Chase didn't think of herself as the overly...well, motherly type. She was as sympathetic and compassionate a police officer as they came, but she'd never seriously thought about having children of her own. She might have, had she ever had a relationship that got serious enough to get to that point.
She could accept blacking out for a moment...but she certainly couldn't have blacked out long enough to get this pregnant. She waddled toward the girl. "I'm not sure," she said, softly, trying not to scare her. "I don't remember how I got here."
"I was getting ready, and suddenly everything in my room changed," the girl told her. "And I'm wearing different clothes."
That sounded pretty much like what had happened to her. Suddenly, she felt the life inside of her kick, which ruined any chance that she might not really be pregnant. Her eyes darted around. Wedding band on finger. Picture of her and the little girl and...a man she recognized. They'd gone out...years ago.
Danielle mentally did the math. Had she dropped into some other world where the relationship had resulted in...She forced herself to focus and reached for the phone to dial the station.
It didn't help when no one answered. There was always someone on duty. She looked at the scared little girl and at the phone and tried to decide what to do.
