Call The Midwife Books By Jennifer Worth นิยาย & เรื่องราว

she said, “is that I found out I was pregnant the same week they announced your engagement. I had one friend who didn’t hang up when I called. She helped me disappear. I had your child in a rented room with a midwife who didn’t care that I couldn’t put a pack name on any of the forms, as long as I paid her and didn’t die on her floor.” A ghost of cold ceramic and bleach and copper flooded up—tile pressing chill through her spine as she labored on her side, one hand fisted in a cheap bath towel, the other white‑knuckled around the edge of a bucket because the midwife had said *don’t get blood on the mattress, the landlord will charge double*. For a second, the smell of that night—metallic, so

Opened W******p. Pippa's thread. Hundreds of messages. Twelve years of friendship in blue and white bubbles — inside jokes and late-night voice notes and a thousand small intimacies that had made Yessica feel less alone in New York, less alone in Edinburgh, less alone in the long quiet months of pregnancy. She scrolled up. Three weeks ago: What's the name of your midwife there? Just in case of emergency, I want to have it. Yessica's reply, forty minutes later: Dr. Gillies practice on Marchmont Road — ask for the community midwife team. Why, everything okay?

All of which were supposed to make me happy, but I just stood there, my fists tightened behind me. Then the midwife tilted her head, placing it directly on Carrissa’s belly as if listening for a sound. While in that position, her hand crawled to the side of Carissa’s belly, tapping slightly and drawing more whimpers from Carissa, thereby fueling my anger more. “Hmmm.” She murmured before finally standing on her feet. She turned to me, paying a slight bow. “Your Almightiness, I am done with my observation.” She said, voice low.

Jessica exclaimed with excitement. "Hello Fred, congratulations on your wedding," I greeted, handing him the gift that Jessy and I had gotten for him. "Thank you, Emily. I'm glad you two could make it," he replied with a smile. "This is my wife. Babe, they're Brandon's little sisters," he introduced us to his wife. "Natasha," she smiled. "Emily." "Jessica," Jessy and I introduced ourselves simultaneously, returning the smile. She seems pleasant. I think I like her.

As i looked around the clinic, i knew that it wasn't the best but still, i could take my chances because this was the best place where i could get medical care in the whole community and secondly, Aunt Meg had told me that the midwife was the best in what she did and i knew that i just needed to trust her judgment and just hope for best for my son. The clinic was more of a traditional means of getting help but it was good and I knew that the midwife knew what she was doing when she helped me birth Liam. I vividly remembered everything that had happened in those moments. Lord knew that I had almost given up because my strength had failed me but her constant reminders for me not to give up alw

"I didn’t say he was. He is an Alpha—they are always the strongest. But you make Daddy weak. Even now, he's not himself anymore. All he thinks about is you." Amelia was shocked. She wondered what her son was talking about. She looked at Jason and saw Maxmillian in him. "It's time," the midwife told her. Amelia lay on the bed that the midwife had prepared. "Jeremy, please leave us. Close the windows and doors, and make sure no one comes in," the midwife commanded. Jeremy stood up immediately and did as he was told. Amelia spread her legs wide, and Jason sat beside her, holding her hand tightly. Amelia shivered in fear as she felt the midwife's hands down between her thighs.

Her voice wavered, hands holding onto Cameron's, while more tears poured out. She had squeezed me into her arms after a long minute, whispering words into my ears, most of them which were her urging me to love, and never lose faith. She pled for me to take care of him, and to know now that this was a journey involving just him and I. More people had come by after, Cameron's aunts and uncles, all making their well-wishes known. I saw Cara hurrying towards us, and I was left shocked at how she could run in those heels while being heavily pregnant.

As if struck, her entire being shook with a force while harsh breathings left her lips, slowly she turned her head to the little bed where the mother laid, barely conscious from tiredness. "A curse!" The Midwife squealed loudly, gasping for breaths as if the air in her lungs was being sucked out while the veins on her forehead because visible. "The child is a curse!!!" She shouted, her gaze going back to the baby, she stared at it disgusted, fear and horror-struck.

Caelum started, then stopped, like he didn’t have the words. I did. Ours. “Jericho,” I murmured, the name settling into place without question. “Jericho Aiden Hawthorne.” The energy around him was steady, instinctive, already reaching outward in a way that felt solid and rooted. Dragon and wolf. It fit. I barely had time to process it before another contraction hit. Harder and faster. “Again,” the midwife urged. “Stay with it, Nora.” I didn’t hesitate this time. I pushed with it, breath sharp as the pressure built again, less shocking now, more familiar.

POV: Lena Moretti Six months. The belly was real now. Not the subtle curve I could hide under loose shirts. A proper bump that announced itself when I walked and shifted my center of gravity and made tying my shoes an athletic event. The midwife, a woman named Ruth who worked out of a clinic on the edge of town and asked exactly zero questions about why a pregnant woman had appeared in Cambria alone with cash and a name that didn't quite fit her face, told me the baby was healthy. Growing on schedule. Strong heartbeat. Everything where it should be.