Call The Midwife Novels & Stories

Hands grab me gently as I’m placed with my back against two broad chests. “Let it go, we will take your pain,” Theo says with a kiss on my sweaty forehead and right now, I don’t care. I just want this to end. “Mia, I am going to check on you. Ok. I will be gentle.” The midwife who’s name I have forgotten tells me as I pull my legs up but everything feels heavy. I’m exhausted. Fen and Theo both grip a thigh each and hold my legs in place as the midwife pokes and prods me and I whimper.

Zelda A wave of relief washed over me as the midwife agreed to our deal. She walked over to a shelf and climbed a small ladder to reach the top. She took down a small bottle and carefully placed it in my hands. “Thank you,” I said, my voice barely a whisper. The midwife smiled, her eyes shining with compassion. “I hope this gives you the answers you are looking for,” she said, her voice soft. I nodded, unsure of what I would do with the information once I had it.

Push! “My queen, you are almost there,” the midwife urged Luna Anita, who was midway through labor. With a long, determined push, Luna Anita gave a final effort, and suddenly a baby's cry filled the room. The midwife quickly handed the newborn to a waiting maid and turned back to attend to Luna.

But my superiors at work had warned me repeatedly to control my temper—to show restraint and avoid physical confrontation whenever possible. I forced a deep breath and spoke coolly. "Whatever your relationship with Yves is, the wedding is mine to plan. Please leave." Nina ignored me and instead barked orders at the crew. "Yes, put the dead rat here. That'll set the mood. The curse will then take effect." The church looked like a scene from a nightmare; my anger flared. Walking away seemed tempting, but if I canceled the wedding outright, I would lose face—and my parents would tear me apart. For their sake, I kept my temper and softened my voice.

She only clenched the blanket tightly, grinding her teeth to withstand the pain. It was unbearable—tears flowed endlessly. The agony was beyond words, as if her bones were being torn apart by two cars pulling in opposite directions. “Mr. Martin, please step aside with me,” the midwife called again. “I’ll come too,” Mery interjected quickly. “Come on, Ma,” Martin agreed. Mother and son followed the midwife into the next room. Without invitation, they sat before her desk. “Mr. Martin, your wife’s condition is extremely concerning. I strongly advise taking her to the hospital for proper treatment,” the midwife, about forty, urged firmly.

I called Grace first, purely instinctively, then remembered what she'd said about practice and picked up the phone again. Damien answered before the second ring. "Olivia." "It's real this time." A beat. "How far apart." "Eight minutes. Just started." "I'm leaving now. Call your midwife. I'll meet you at the hospital." "Damien—" "Midwife first. Then pack what you need. I'll be there in twenty minutes." He hung up. I called my midwife, who told me to come in when contractions hit five minutes apart. I had time. I moved through the apartment slowly, gathering the bag I'd packed two weeks ago, checking things I'd already checked. The act of moving helped.

Each passing moment drained Nyra’s reserves, the sacred pregnancy pushed toward an altar of blood and war. The contraction struck like a hammer blow. Nyra’s cry echoed through the chamber, pain tearing through her core as every nerve ignited. She gripped the edge of the bed, nails biting into the wood. “Ryker,” she moaned, voice fractured, “help me…” He slid beside her, wrapping her in strong arms to steady her. “Push, Nyra. You can do this.” She nodded, tears blurring her sight. The midwife; an elderly woman named Marisol, knelt at Nyra’s feet. Her lined face was calm beneath the flickering torchlight.

He immediately set aside his pen and strode to me, enveloping me in his arms. "Do not fear." His warm hand caressed my abdomen. "I have summoned the best midwives in Reychelle City." Right then, a sharp, sudden pain shot through me.

Maya pierced another sequence of insults for me as the door to her room opened and the midwife entered with some nurse. "Okay, Maya, now let’s see how dilated you are," said the midwife, putting on gloves and between Maya’s legs, "Well, we can see her head, I think we can start. Ladies prepare everything," said Rising. The nurses moved quickly, passed the necessary to the midwife and prepared the rest. Maya pulled herself up, breathing deeply as I sat on the bed behind her, placing a hand on her belly and then leaning over and kissing her on the sweat-wet neck.

I school my face as neutral of emotion as possible before giving a smile and asking how long I have been out. They answer two days and I feel anxiety build within me. I need to leave this shit show and go back to where the normal people are as soon as possible. I look to the men, not sure if they will let me leave and worry about the situation I have found myself in. “Mind if I lay down and rest for a bit, my head is killing me?” He nods and the men start to leave. “I will call the nurse to help you, see you soon” Middle man turns and leaves, halting just outside the door. He looks back with a smile and says, “Should you need anything ask the nurses to call Alec.” I nod assuming it’s his nam