Call The Midwife Novels & Stories

"I'm assuming you're not the chef." "God, no. I’m the man who makes sure the King looks like a King," he said, reaching out to flick a stray hair from my shoulder with a gloved hand. "And apparently, I’m the man who has to turn you into a Goddess of War in the next three hours. He called me at 4:00 AM, sounding... different. Now I see why." He leaned in closer, his perfume smelling of expensive oud and secrets. "I'm Flyn. Put that spatula down, honey. We have a mansion to infiltrate and a legacy to incinerate. If we’re going to announce your 'extinction' to the Hudsons, you’re going to need a hell of a lot more than an apron."

Marcus senses my inner turmoil, and his steady hand comes to the small of my back. ”Okay, so if you could just lie down, open the button of your jeans, and lift your shirt, please” the midwife instructs me. I lie on the crunchy, paper-covered examination table, open my button, and lift my shirt. The lights are dimmed, and my OB walks in. ”Hello, let’s get started, shall we?” they say and squeeze the cold gel onto my belly. I am a horrible person. What kind of a parent doesn’t want their own child? I just can’t see myself going through it again. I can’t.

Dante moves to his phone and calls Dylan. “Hello, my water broke about ten minutes ago and I have just had a contraction.” I say to the midwife on the phone. She takes my name, date of birth, address all the usual questions. As soon as I said Moretti-Jackson, she took a sharp intake of breath.

The first contact at the very top: Xavier. Yet her thumb hovered. If I call now, the meeting could collapse. And I know how important it is. “Would it be selfish to call him?” she murmured. She pressed the phone to her chest instead, eyes closing as she stroked her belly. “Hold on, my loves. Your father’s fighting for our future. Don’t rush out just yet.” She tried shifting again, drawing a long breath, exhaling slowly, repeating the breathing patterns the midwife had taught her.

The fabric had crept forward, wrapping around my ankles. “It’s not time to call Ethan,” she said quietly, but with a firmness that chilled me. “It’s time to call the midwife.” Pain struck hard across my back and into my stomach. My breath caught. Warm fluid ran between my legs. No time. The house filled with hurried footsteps, short commands, hushed panic. Curtains were drawn, but I knew the noise would reach the neighbors. I lay on the bed, sweat pouring down my face. The midwife—a wrinkled woman from the village—examined me with a mix of fear and disbelief.

I looked down in surprise. Sophie. My fingers felt leaden as I tried to press the button. I couldn't seem to move them properly. Finally, I managed to answer the call before it went to voicemail. “Sophie?” I managed to whisper, my eyes still glued to the TV. “What's going on?” “You need to come home,” she said, her voice so sad a tear slid down my cheek. “You need to come home right now.” “I'll be on the next flight,” I promised.

Push! Push! Try Britany! That was the mid wife's words to me. I screamed out my lungs and none of the babies came out from me. Some of the nurses helping the midwife told me to try harder. I couldn't because I was getting weak. " Britany, look at me, you have to try" she says. "I don't think I can try anymore, I am getting tired," I said with my voice going faint " This is why I advised cesarean section but you said no that you wanted a natural birth" she complained.

"But, it is good to expect the worse." "No hoots, we shouldn't expect the worse. If we do, we are toasted. With Avery's stubbornness, she will not want to lose her child." __________________________________________ 1307 "Push!" The eldest of the midwives shouted at the woman trying to give birth. The woman held clothes in her mouth as she yelled. Next comes the cry of a baby. She breath in deeply and out countless of times. There was a bright smile on their faces until they saw what shouldn't have happened.

“Call my midwife, tell her the baby is coming!” Cole looks at me, wide-eyed, when I start pushing. “Oh, my God. Shay, the hospital is five minutes away. Hold on just a little bit longer, baby. You got this.” He says, looking at my phone and calling the midwife. I shake my head and grip the handle on the door tight. I couldn’t fight it anymore; I give in and push through the contraction, screaming.

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.