Call The Midwife Novels & Stories

I start speaking before we hear a knock at the door " Boss are you in there?" I hear a man ask " Yes, come in Sam" I hear Ralph say before the door opens and a middle aged looking man and an older woman who seems to be in her late 60s walk in. " Boss, the midwife you requested for" Sam says gently pushing the woman forward and I let go of Ralph. " You specialize in assisting women give birth?" He ask " By the grace of God I do, sir" The old lady says simply, lowering her head

I swallowed the lump in my throat, holding back from touching him. “Do you need help taking that off?” He pointed to the chains around my neck. I remembered that the chains were clasped at the back. I stilled, hating the fact that I would have to let him help. I nodded. “Turn around.” I did, and kept my head down, both to give him better access but also to hide the blush on my face. He took his time and his fingers glided across the skin of my shoulders. He let the chains fall into the water without even attempting to get them.

She started crying. "Hey, there is a lot of hold up and traffic out there and Mason called he said he would be late but he would find a way to show up soon so don't do this Sky, let's push again," Grandpa Mario told her in a soft voice, he nodded at her to assure her. Skyler nodded and the doctor came over again. "Ma'am, at the count of five, you push, stop, and breath okay?" The midwife said softly and Skyler nodded.

Kate said and the midwife gasped in shock. “Luna Kate, I can't do that.” The midwife said to her. “Yes, you can. I could order you to do this but instead I'm begging you and I will compensate you with whatever it is you need. Please he's going to kill me and the baby, please you need to help me.” Kate pleaded with her again.

"We have to get you to a hospital." "Please, no hospital." For a moment, the woman remained silent, watching me and debating whether or not she should listen to me or not. When she finally let out a long breath and nodded, I closed my eyes and let out a relieved sigh. "Marshal!" The woman yelled at the shopkeeper. "Help me get this young lady to the back office." "But Patricia!" Marshal barked, seeming genuinely shocked. "We don’t know the first thing..." "I do!" A woman with brown hair and deep green eyes announced. "I’m a midwife. I can help with the delivery."

"Just cut it out. Put me under!" "It's too late for that now, sweetheart. This baby was ready to go!" The midwife had donned gloves with the help of her assistant and was moving toward Gemma. Gemma saw her and tensed, her eyes meeting mine and giving me a look of utter terror. "You're doing great, Gem."

As they walked in, I wondered if it was Zane who called them. "Place her on the ground properly and get a big bucket of water… she's going to labor." I heard in my weak state. After I had been placed on the floor properly, and made to lie down on my back keeping my two legs apart, I heard one of the midwives say, "You have to push hard… I'll count to 3 and you push." I nodded my head, and she started "One, two, three…" My screams filled the dungeon as I cried out. "Harder! I can see one." I heard. These words encouraged me to push even harder until I heard the cries of one, "It's a boy."

I murmured, leaning closer. “Push, Female Beta,” the midwife muttered. “Push.” She gathered her strength and pushed with everything she had. Her face contorted with determination through the pain. I continued stroking her hair, whispering words of comfort and strength. “The baby is coming,” the midwife announced with excitement. “I can see the head crowning now.” Alisha’s primal scream echoed off the walls as she clutched my arm, her nails digging into my skin deep enough to leave crescent marks.

“Bella” “Stay! Please, stay with me,” I begged. Calix settled by my side on the bed, took my hand and kissed it. “I’m not going anywhere,” he promised. “What’s the situation?” Calix demanded the midwife. “The birth is proceeding as expected, Your Majesty. The baby’s head is visible now!” the midwife replied before turning to me. “You’re almost there, my Queen. Only one more push and we’re done.” I nodded and Calix held my hand tightly, soothing me, grounding me.

He heard, through the phone pressed to her ear, the professional, measured voice of a woman asking questions, how far apart, how long, what's the quality of the movement. He watched Lila answer each one with the same careful, precise attention she brought to everything, the empirical accuracy of a woman reporting symptoms rather than performing distress. "Alright," the midwife said, clear enough now that Alexander could hear it. "I need you to go to the hospital, Lila. Not emergency, but tonight. Now. Don't wait until morning." Lila lowered the phone. She looked at Alexander.