Novel & Cerita Call The Midwife Books By Jennifer Worth

My gaze travelled down to the two maids by my side, thankfully I found their heads faced to the ground. I reclined on the pillows, massaging my aching head and plotting how to prove I wasn't going nuts. *** The tension only grew worse in the kingdom with the coming weeks. Tyler missing, my mate never around, and I, battling with the discomfort of a soon-to-be mother. I made Dante recruit more soldiers to the palace after my last experience. One of my personal maids, Liliane, recommended a midwife, whom Dante approved. I took a liking to her over time since she was always with me and quite learned.

With my chest heaving, I mumbled but she shook her head. "You're stronger than this... please, for the sake of your child.." "Ahhhh!!!" Gripping the foam, I screamed once again as I tried to push. My baby doesn't deserve to be born here.. This isn't a home… "I can see the head. You're doing well.. Come on!" The midwife encouraged me, so I took a few deep breaths, groaning and pushing with all of my effort. Suddenly, a maid raced in, her gaze flickering between us.

By now, her hands were red due to the finger marks caused by Emma. However, she wasn't complaining. On the other hand, the midwife walked out to see Jonathan, pacing around the house. Immediately he spotted the midwife, he ran toward her. "How is she? How is the baby?" He asked frantically. "You should pray for your wife! Her strength is depleting really fast." The midwife said Jonathan's face fell. His heart ached for Emma. Even though it wasn't his child that was being born, he felt like he was going to become a father.

All she took notice of was her numbing body, joyful shrieks, and Owen’s gentle grasp of her weakening hand. The Midwife came forward with the bloody little life in her arms, a smile dotting her expression as she handed the baby to its father. Owen was a little tentative to let go of Lyn, but he took the child in his arms anyway, a moment before the Midwife’s hands flew to her own throat. With horror, the rest of the Nurses watched as the Midwife collapsed stiffly to the ground, her bloodstained hands withering to nothing before their very eyes. They all looked to Owen for help even as the Latter’s expressionless eyes were hooked on the bright, hazel ones of his child; a pair of lovely eyes s

“I swear to God, Maya, he will never know. I’d rather die than let him take this child from me.” Her brows softened at that word 'child'. It felt strange on my tongue. like heavy but it's the reality... this is my child. Maya sighed and squeezed my hands. “Listen. You need someone who knows what they’re doing. My aunt is a midwife. Old-school, local, but she’s good. She can guide you, help you figure out next steps.” I stared at her through swollen eyes. “A midwife? Maya, I can’t even afford—”

Chapter 1 "The baby is a girl, Alpha," the midwife announced. The air crackled with tension as the piercing cry of a newborn filled the room. There was no way to tell the time amidst the ice and glaciers of Antarctica. The midwives hesitated, unsure of who should take the baby. They stood side by side, their hands trembling. Their lips quivered and they exchanged glances. The Alpha King, his eyes cold and distant, did not bother to look at the midwives or soften his gaze at the sight of his newborn child. Instead, his focus remained on his weak wife, lying on a bed soaked in blood with her legs still spread apart.

The longer she stared, the more a strange discomfort grew within her—as if her body rejected the child, as though the entire situation threatened to unravel. The sound of approaching heels snapped her out of her thoughts. The door swung open to reveal the midwife, her sharp, calculating eyes scanning the room. She carried a clipboard under one arm and a handbag hanging from her shoulder. Her movements were brisk, purposeful, and unyielding, like someone accustomed to cleaning up messes. “Well, Miss Watkins,” the midwife said, in a clipped tone as she adjusted her glasses and glanced at the clipboard, “everything has been finalized.”

If Annie were in, Brett would give her whatever she wanted. Two hours later, Annie called back to tell me Brett thought the idea made sense for everyone, and she'd talked to Dr. Matthews, who had given her the name of the midwife he worked with for home births. Her name was Meegan, and Annie and I had an appointment to meet her this afternoon.

the midwife continued gently, “since you do not have a wolf, you must be careful. Your body will not heal or adjust the way others do. You must take your medicine regularly—before conception and after. It will strengthen you.” The reminder hit harder than I expected. I have no wolf. A small ache formed in my chest, but I pushed it down. “I understand,” I said quietly. “I will take it faithfully. Thank you.” The midwife gave me a reassuring look before excusing herself. The door closed softly behind her. Silence filled the room. Denver’s mother studied me for a long moment. “Since you are going to be the lady of this house,” she said calmly, “you might as well start proving yourself.”

### Chapter: A New Beginning #### Aurora's POV I was struggling—my body felt like it was being torn apart from the inside, and the pressure was unbearable. Every fiber of my being wanted to give up, but I couldn’t. I wouldn’t. I had to see this through. Liv was by my side, her voice calm and steady as she kept telling me to breathe, to push, to hold on just a little longer. The midwife was focused, instructing me with every push, her hands ready to catch the life that was about to emerge. The other ladies were also there, murmuring words of encouragement, but it all felt like a blur.