Rachel began to panic.
'Oh god. I'm five years older I could have met anyone in the last five years. I could be married to anyone!' She rushed back into her bedroom.
She had always had a double bed, she liked the space, but now she was going to have to share it with a stranger, or worse some body she did know. Suddenly a voice called up from downstairs:
'Honey? I'm home early. I saw the lights were on are you up?'
Rachel realized that the voice sounded familiar, but was it familiar to the part of her mind that thought the baby in the other room was her mother, or the part that thought it was her daughter?
Then Rachel remembered she was still naked, but before she could put anything on the door opened and her husband entered the room. It was: