Disclaimer: I don't own anything, except for what I make up.

Side note: this takes place awhile after the events in Real Estate.

Saturday, Jordan thought as she opened her eyes one bright, sunny morning. Thank God; it's been a hell of a week.

In the space of exactly seven days, Jordan had worked three double shifts at the Gun & Rose, and had also—but only because Dwight had guilt-tripped her—helped Audrey and Company stop the latest Trouble.

That was another story for another day, but Jordan was definitely going to think twice about invisibility and toddlers from now on.

At any rate, Jordan was just happy for a day off.

That's when Jordan suddenly noticed that her cozy house all of a sudden seemed a little different, somehow. The decorations in her bedroom alone were a slightly different style than she would have cared for, but she still spotted touches of her flair here and there, as though she'd been compromising someone at the time this room had been put together.

Question was, who had she been compromising with? After she ran away from her family's farm in Iowa as a teenager, she had lived alone for decades… except for one small, blissful but brief period before moving to Haven.

Turning slightly, Jordan saw that she wasn't in the middle of the bed like usual. The other side of her bed looked like it had been slept in. She felt like a black widow sometimes because while she enjoyed watching men trip over themselves to flirt with her, she knew could never take anyone to bed because her curse would severely injure them, if not kill them, when she wasn't in complete control of her own body.

This meant she had to deeply love whomever it was that she was sharing a bed with.

"Hmm, that's weird." Jordan said to herself when she had a little trouble sitting up. "I wonder wha—oh, my God…"

Once again startled by something she hadn't been expecting, Jordan finally managed to get into a proper sitting position looked down at her middle, where her blanket had fallen off, and what she saw gave her cause for shock: where there had only yesterday been a trim and well-toned stomach was a very large, very rounded baby belly!

She, Jordan Grace McKee, was pregnant, and not only that, but it looked like she was due any day.

Obviously, someone's Trouble was in play.

But how the hell did she make the leap that fast? Audrey was usually the one who figured out that sort of thing first.

Audrey, she thought. I should call Audrey.

As Jordan leaned over towards the bedside table so she could fetch her phone, she felt a very hard kick to the side of her stomach.

"Okay, okay." Jordan sighed and rubbed the area as the baby's kicks intensified. "I'm up, I'm up."

Jordan felt weird, talking to a gestating baby, much less one she didn't remember making, she got out of bed. After steadying herself because her center of gravity had so drastically changed, the first thing she did was relieve herself in the restroom when she felt the baby put all of its weight on her bladder.

When Jordan washed her hands afterwards, she noticed that she was wearing a diamond wedding ring.

So she was married in this parallel universe. Awesome.

She also noticed that she couldn't find any of her gloves. Double awesome.

Throwing on a robe over her pajamas, she headed out to the hallway, stopping at a door, second on the right. Four big pink wooden letters attached to the front spelled out a name: Zion.

"So you're my little Zion, are you, baby girl?" Jordan put a hand to her middle and felt herself smile when one of Zion's hands made contact with her palm. "How nice to meet you."

Zion responded by elbowing Jordan, as though urging her to go into the room beyond. So she did.

Jordan found herself in a jungle-themed nursery. It was beautiful, and everything was ready. All that was missing was baby Zion.

However, memories of Jordan's pre-Haven, pre-curse, pre Doctor Claire Callahan life were coming back in a flood, so she left the room post haste, shutting the door behind her. This really wasn't the time to give into those memories. Not again.

Leaving the hallway, she went out to the living room and sat on the couch to think. The human taser's thoughts were almost immediately derailed when she heard a noise in the kitchen, like the sound of the back door opening, followed by the sound of a dog's claws click-clacking on the kitchen tiles.

She had a dog?

A golden retriever, she learned, when she saw the beautiful creature stop and sit a few feet away from her, watching, its tail wagging. It was obviously waiting for an invitation, but Jordan was feeling apprehensive: touching another person was one thing, but touching a harmless, household pet barehanded was quite another.

"Jordan?"

Her heart legitimately skipped a beat when she recognized the voice that said her name. "In here, Dwight!"

A few seconds later, the man himself appeared and crossed the room, sitting next to her on the couch.

"I didn't think you'd be up yet, babe." He told her. "I was going to make you breakfast in bed since it's your first day of maternity leave."

Good to know I don't have to go to work any time soon, Jordan thought.

"Zion had other plans, I guess." She said as she realized that Dwight was under the spell of the Trouble. "She's kicking up a storm."

Excited by this, Dwight pulled back the material of Jordan's tank top and placed a hand experimentally on the bulge. Quite surprised that she hadn't zapped Dwight at all, but quite relieved to see him sporting a gold wedding band on his right ring finger, Jordan held Dwight's hand in both of hers, pressing down slightly.

"There she is." Jordan grinned when Zion kicked a little more. "Showing off to daddy."

Dwight chuckled and fixed Jordan's tank top before cupping her face in his hands, kissing her full on the lips. When she turned to putty in his hold, he pressed a trail of gentle kisses from her mouth, all the way down her throat and stopping on her chest, going low enough to draw a few soft moans from Jordan's lips; she was perplexed by this parallel universe, but pregnant or not, and cursed or not, she was a woman who had needs that needed filling.

Dwight pulled away first. "If people saw how sweet and gentle you were at home—"

"I'd lose my 'scary girl' reputation." Jordan let out a puff of air as she tried to get her elevated heartbeat back in working order. "You're the only one who knows the real me."

That was true: even in the real Haven, where the two like to routinely scare the fear of God into each other, Dwight still knew her better than anyone else did.

Before Dwight could give a proper answer, the dog let out an impatient bark and was now bowing to them in a pose that cried, "Play! Play! Play!"

Having mercy, Dwight whistled to the dog. "Come here, Hanneli. You're okay."

Hanneli gave a joyful bark this time and bounded over. The second she was close enough, she jumped up on the couch and sat in front of Jordan, looking at her expectantly. Jordan made no immediate move to pet Hanneli.

"Are you okay?" Dwight asked his wife.

"I'm fine." Jordan invented her words as she went. "Zion kept me up in the night, is all. I'll probably be a little slow today."

"Well, hopefully, you've already remembered that your affliction 'took a hiatus' the second you find out about Zion."

"So I can't hurt anybody, even Hanneli." Jordan said more to herself as the truth dawned on her.

"Bingo," Dwight confirmed, thinking his wife was merely suffering from a case of pregnancy brain. "And of course, Hanneli went from following me everywhere to following you everywhere just before your affliction left. I still think she knew you were pregnant before you did."

Jordan regarded Hanneli with renewed interest and hugged her around the neck, running her fingers through her fur.

"Hey, Hanneli." Jordan kissed Hanneli's head, happy to be able to even touch an animal this way because it had been far too long. "Nice to see you."

Hanneli gave Jordan's shoulder with her nose, as if to say, "The feeling is mutual," before laying down with her head and paws in her mistress' lap. She wasn't even fazed when Zion kicked her, although Jordan was, mostly because it was uncomfortable and she still wasn't used to feeling a baby in her womb.

"I think Z is trying to tell me that she'd appreciate being fed."

"I'll take that as a sign to start making pancakes. Why don't you go wake Lizzie? Cartoons will be starting soon."

"But this means I'll have to make Hanneli move, and she's comfortable!"

"She'll get over it."

Deciding that he had a point, Jordan let Dwight move Hanneli off her lap before helping her to her feet. Because Dwight couldn't keep his hands off his wife—especially when she was pregnant—he held onto her a little bit longer and just looked at her, smiling.

"What?" Jordan asked.

"Nothing." Dwight steadied Jordan and let her go. "I was just remembering how you looked when you were pregnant with Lizzie."

Inwardly, Jordan had a little freak out: she'd carried Lizzie in this version of events? That, of course, prompted a slew of questions.

How long had she and Dwight been married? How long had they lived in Haven? Or… had they always been here?

"I looksd like a beached whale, I'll bet." Jordan joked, giving Dwight a peck on the cheek. "I'll go wake Lizzie now."

The pair went their separate ways, and Jordan felt as though she was in autopilot, but having Hanneli trotting faithfully beside her was comforting.

What the hell was going on?

She was married to Dwight and nine months pregnant, and she was curse-free?

And she'd given birth to Lizzie? Jordan had met her once, but she died a few weeks later, an accidental casualty at the hands of The Guard.

And Hanneli—that had been the name of Dwight's faithful childhood dog. He'd gotten her when she was eight weeks old, and she'd lived to a ripe old age.

Truly, though: What. The. Hell.

"Good morning, Lizzie."

Jordan was in Lizzie's ballet-themed room already, opening the blinds to let the sunlight in. The nine-year-old moaned in her sleep, not ready to be interrupted by the world yet.

"Lizzie?"

The maternal way in which Jordan spoke, and even how she stroked the little girl's cheek, surprised even herself. It was instinctive, like she really had around for Lizzie's entire life.

"It's time to wake up: daddy's making pancakes, and it's almost time for cartoons!"

That last word registered in Lizzie's fogged-up noggin and her eyes popped open immediately. She was out of bed in a blur, barely remembering to kiss Jordan, Zion, and Hanneli good morning before scurrying out of the room.

Still not knowing what to make of her current situation, Jordan just went with the flow and enjoyed breakfast with her family, after which it was officially time for her to get ready for the day.

Much to her chagrin, most of her clean clothes consisted of dresses, a clothing article she didn't often wear.

"Oh, well." Jordan muttered to herself as she changed into the first dress she saw. "Just go with it."

After convincing Dwight that she'd be fine, especially with Hanneli for company, Jordan left her home, thankful for the first time ever that it was right down the street from the police station.

"Audrey?"

Jordan was just in front of the building and spotted the blond police officer come out of the front door with her thinking face on. When she saw Jordan, she was very taken aback.

"Jordan, wow!" She laughed, coming down to the sidewalk with her and reacting to her new appearance. "You look fantastic!"

Jordan couldn't help herself and smiled bashfully. "Thanks; although this was at all how I looked yesterday."

Audrey shifted her weight from one foot to the other. "Wait—so you can tell that a Trouble is at work?"

"Oh, yeah."

Audrey breathed an audible a sigh of relief. "Thank God; I don't want to be the only one who woke up married with a family."

Jordan raised her eyebrows. "You, as well, huh?"

Audrey nodded and then raised her own eyebrows when she noticed the dog.

"Whose puppy?"

"Mine and Dwight's—"

"You and Dwight?"

Jordan blushed spectacularly and nodded. "Hanneli belongs to him, and apparently, she's been following me everywhere since just before I realized I was pregnant."

"Looks like she's brought loyalty to a whole new level. How behaved is she?"

Both women looked down at Hanneli to see she was occupied with staring down a butterfly that had landed on her nose and was beating its wings lazily in the sunlight. Instead of trying to snap at the delicate insect, Hanneli was cross-eyed as she watched it, staying absolutely still, with just her tail sweeping the ground in a wag.

However, Hanneli couldn't keep her composure for long because a breeze rolled through the air, making the golden pooch sneeze as the butterfly got bored and flew away.

"Your dog is weird, but I think she'll be able to handle it if she comes and camps out with us for awhile."

Audrey started back up the steps and Jordan followed her, although slightly confused.

"Where are we going?"

"To my office," Audrey let the waitress and her dog enter the building before standing beside them. "Or would you rather stand around out there?"

Zion kicked Jordan again, impatient that she wasn't in motion.

"Looks like we're going to your office."

Jordan smiled at Audrey, and the blond became slightly disconcerted because most of the time, the other woman held her at arm's length, out of duty and loyalty to The Guard. Audrey also knew that Jordan's crowd viewed her a walking enigma.

"Yes?"

"You and me, working together. Weird, huh?"

"Different, yes. Weird, no." Audrey corrected. "Maybe when this is all over, and we get back to where we belong, we can work on being friends."

That is, if we remember any of this, Jordan thought.

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves," she said aloud. "But who knows? It could happen."

Smiling at that answer, Audrey led Jordan and Hanneli in the direction of her office.

She like this new, peaceful alliance—for lack of a better word—and she was thankful that, for whatever odd reason, that Jordan was immune to it because that would cut down the part of the routine where she had to convince everyone that something was wrong in the first place.

Audrey was also glad it was Jordan because despite the wall she had around herself, she genuinely liked her.

Sure, Jordan could be a little scary sometimes because she was the town pariah and an untouchable, but Audrey knew that long before Jordan's Trouble been activated, she had been a regular, happy woman, probably with a happy life.

How did Audrey know that?

Every once in awhile, she could catch Jordan looking lost in thought, but looking like she was remembering something from long ago.

Something warm, something good, something wonderful.

"Audrey?"

Jordan and Hanneli were already in her office, watching her.

"You coming?"

Audrey smiled and started to follow her. "Of course."

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