You wouldn't believe the scene at the airport—I mean, who expects a police dog to take interest in a pregnant belly? But there he was, barking his head off, and his handler, Jeffrey, looked as baffled as I felt. "Sorry, ma'am, this has never happened before," he said, scratching his head. They decided to take me to see Dr. James, the airport's on-call doctor. As I waited nervously, I couldn't help but wonder what on earth was going on. When Dr. James finally spoke, his face turned serious, delivering news I never saw coming...
Dr. James's office was bright and sterile, contrasting the chaos in my mind. As I stepped inside, nerves rattled in my chest, echoing the dog's frantic bark. Everything felt surreal. I half-expected the doctor to laugh and say it was a joke. Yet, there he was, serious and calm, motioning for me to sit down. I could see his gaze darting between his notes and my belly, as if piecing together a puzzle.
Jeffrey followed me into the office, offering a reassuring nod. 'We'll figure this out,' he said, his voice a steady anchor in my swirling worries. His presence was comforting. It was strange how quickly this police officer had become an integral part of this odd day. He stood nearby, observing silently but intently, as if ready to spring into action at the slightest hint of trouble.