Call The Midwife Books By Jennifer Worth Novels & Stories

My knees buckled slightly, one hand instinctively clutching my belly, the other gripping the edge of the seat. I tried to remember the breathing techniques I had been taught, but my mind went blank. Alpha Vincent scooped me up and carried me inside. Just as the next contraction hit, he laid me on the bed. I bit down hard on his arm, the unbearable pain making me lose all sense of reality. “The midwife… on my phone,” I managed to get out. The nervous Alpha grabbed my phone, his fingers trembling as he looked up the number. Within ten minutes, the midwife, a human, arrived.

The midwife immediately said, “Quick! The pregnant woman’s body is too weak. Also, this is her first child and her pelvis is a little narrow, so the childbirth is truly difficult. It’s already been a whole night and the pregnant woman’s strength is almost exhausted.” Alex was speechless. The midwife sighed. “If, and I am only saying if something were to happen, do you want to save the adult or the child?” “What are you talking about?” Alex asked. “Mister Poole…save the adult or the child?” asked the midwife in a tremble. “Save them both!” The midwife was speechless. “Save…save the child. I want my child to live. Save the child.” A weak voice came from inside of the delivery room.

“I don’t have any appointments this afternoon. Did you want to bring her to the clinic or would prefer I come to the lair?” “If you could come to the lair, I’d appreciate it.” “I’ll bring my kit.” “Thank you, Ally.” I said, ending the call and setting my phone onto my desk. This was going to be stressful, but Ally was the midwife for the thrall. She was one of the best obstetricians in the city and I knew that she would take care of Andreena and my baby. I let out a sigh, feeling something inside of me relax. The tension in my shoulders eased and I breathed deeply. I’d been anxious all morning about what Andreena would decide but I felt strangely calm.

the midwife shouted as she labored to keep her safe on this planet and not journey beyond. I sprinted on hearing that toward the direction the sound came from, my heart hammering, knowing so well I could have prevented that. I stood speechlessly as I lacked words to describe the scene I walked into, which was very chaotic. Lucy lay half gone on the bed, her skin ghostly pale and not the glowing, well-nourished skin. Sweat streamed continuously down her face, covering almost her face. She was shaking uncontrollably due to shock, her breaths calculated and shallow, but on touching her, it appeared rapid. The midwife was frantic, raining curses on the maids and calling anyone to reach for help,

"What?! No, no, she was fine minutes ago. You have to be wrong." "Oh, child. I am never wrong." Her eyes glint strangely. "But there is one cure." "What is it? I'll find it at all cost." My gaze shoots to Lena, lying curled up on the floor, her skin pale and clammy, her fingers twitching in restless agony. "I need the blood of the baby's father," the midwife says. "My blood?" "Yes. Fresh and willingly given. It must bind the child’s spirit to life." "That's easy. Take it, take it right now, please."

" During the birthing process of the woman you are about to assist, I'll be waiting by the window at the rear of the room. Simply pass me over to the firstborn pup. Don't worry, my scent won't alert anyone." The midwife is shocked by the audacious offer, but as she prepares to decline it, she sees the hardness in the other woman's eyes. An evil glow shoots out, causing her legs to falter. “This is your only option for survival, at least if you value your life,” it sounded croaky, like a witch. The midwife grabs the suitcase and bobs her head in terror. “Above all, don't try any stunts. I am well-equipped to handle in case you act foolishly and take unnecessary risks."

"You are right. It's wonderful seeing you grow from someone who struggled to stay alive to become this powerful. We went through a lot. Especially you, with your pregnancy." "I wasn't struggling for me but my unborn children." I sighed. "Sometimes when I feel like giving up, I remember them and then I push harder." "Uhm. A midwife said I am two months gone. Already I feel a certain kind of discomfort. My body is weak, I throw up often. I don't have appetite." Her hands move to tap her chest. "Then I ask myself, how did you do it for almost nine whole months in that terrible environment? And to think that Gina wanted to give you out to the customers for sex while you were pregnant."

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She reaches toward a rocking horse with chipped blue paint but withdraws her hand before touching it. "I know this place." "You've never been here since childhood." "I know." She frowns. "But my heart does." I cross to an old desk tucked beneath the window. Inside waits the reason I have finally brought her. The leather-bound journals. The records of midwives who have served generations before either of us. I hand the top volume to Nova. She opens it carefully. Pages crackle, but the ink remains astonishingly clear. Her eyes scan line after line. Then she freezes. The lantern shakes in her grip.

My body was doing what it had apparently been planning to do regardless of what I thought about it. The midwife who took charge was Carla — a woman in her forties with the particular efficiency of someone who found none of this alarming and that, more than anything, was useful. She had arrived in under ten minutes, set her bag down without ceremony, and immediately taken over without asking if she should. A younger nurse assisted from the other side of the bed, quieter, focused on the monitor. Even though I now had Victor nearby, I'd thought about doing this alone. I couldn't get the thought to land on an actual name to call. There was no one who existed in the version of my life. I was allo