🔴 HE CALLED ME “MOMMY,” THEN HE ROLLED OVER AND I SAW HER TEXT
I choked on my coffee, staring at the ceiling fan buzzing softly above his bed. The floral sheets smelled faintly of lavender, like her perfume, but that couldn’t be right. It just couldn’t.
He mumbled something in his sleep, a little laugh escaping his lips, and I felt like I was going to be sick. I know I shouldn’t have gone through his phone, but seeing her name pop up so often… My hands were shaking so bad, I could barely unlock it.
“Did you delete the pictures?” the text read. “He looks so cute in that onesie, but I don’t want your *mommy* to find out.” The air felt thick and hot. My skin crawled. I had to get out of there.
He stirred again, reaching for me, his eyes still closed. “Mommy, come back to bed.”
And that’s when the nursery door creaked open behind me.
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The woman standing in the doorway was a stranger, yet eerily familiar. Her face, framed by dark hair, was a perfect replica of…me. A younger, fresher version, maybe. Panic clawed at my throat. I stumbled backward, nearly tripping over a plush teddy bear on the floor. This couldn’t be happening.
She didn’t seem surprised to see me. Instead, a flicker of amusement crossed her face. “Well, this is awkward.” She gestured towards the sleeping figure in the bed. “He really does have a thing for the maternal figures, doesn’t he?”
“Who… who are you?” I managed to choke out, my voice barely a whisper.
“I’m… well, I’m you, essentially. Just, from a different… timeline, I suppose. Or maybe just a… different iteration.” She shrugged, the floral print of her dress almost mirroring the bedsheets. “He brought me here, though. Said it was safer. And wanted me to meet you.”
My head was spinning. A different… iteration? This felt like a fever dream. My gaze flicked back to the sleeping man, then to the woman who looked exactly like me. He stirred again, murmuring, “Mommy… apple juice.”
“Don’t worry about him,” the woman said, a hint of weariness in her voice. “He’s harmless, mostly. Just… confused.” She walked over to the bedside table, picking up a half-eaten apple. “He’s been jumping between realities for a while now. He’s got… issues. Mostly revolving around abandonment.”
She gestured towards me. “He saw you as a safe haven. Someone who cares. But, as you can see, I’m not you. And you, clearly, aren’t me either.”
She turned back to me, her expression softening. “Look, I know this is a lot to take in. But he’s not dangerous. He’s just lost. We need to figure out how to… fix this, before he gets worse.”
I slowly nodded, trying to process everything. This wasn’t about a cheating partner. This was something… else entirely. The initial shock began to wear off, replaced by a strange, almost maternal, instinct. He needed help. And maybe, just maybe, I could be the one to give it to him.
We spent the next few hours in the nursery, talking softly, as the man slept. She explained that he had the ability to shift realities, drawn to those who reminded him of his own mother. She was the first to discover this power of his. “We should get to know each other and understand why he has these issues. Perhaps, help him to find true peace” She said as a smile appeared on her face. I looked at her face. I looked at my hands and the sheets. I had a decision to make. I smiled, took a deep breath, and agreed to help him, not out of obligation, but for the hope of giving him peace, a mother.