The German Midwife Novels & Stories

The crowd started murmuring. "That does seem strange..." "Maybe she's a kidnapper?" The midwife panicked. "I'm not! I'm a registered..." "Registered what?" I cut her off, pressing the sculpture in a little deeper. "A registered midwife hands a baby to a stranger without any hospital papers? A registered midwife spreads rumors and slander in public?" She started to shake. "Elena, don't make things up..." "Am I?" My voice went soft, but it was more dangerous. "Then let's have certain people decide if you're following proper procedure."

That was why I decided to go to a nearby village to seek the advice of a midwife. The journey was long and arduous, but I finally reached the village where the midwife lived. I approached her quietly and explained my situation. The midwife was understanding and welcoming, and she invited me to sit down in her small, dimly lit room. "So, tell me, what brings you here today?" the midwife asked kindly. "I am pregnant," I replied softly, "and I want to know when my babies will be born." The midwife nodded and began to examine me, pressing her hands on my belly and asking me questions about my pregnancy. After some time, she looked up at me and smiled.

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 know, love. But you're strong. Stronger than anyone I've ever known." I shook my head, another sob breaking free. "I'm not. I'm just..." "You are," he interrupted, his hand sliding down to cradle my swollen belly. "You've survived everything they threw at you. You survived Zac. You survived me. You'll survive this." The midwife, an older woman named Elara with silver-streaked hair and steady hands, moved around the room with quiet efficiency. She lit candles, their warm glow pushing back the shadows that danced on the walls. She glanced at me, her expression calm but serious.

The woman responded before turning to the midwife. "Take it out, deep into the forest and leave it there, then come back to fix her. We have to get back before they do." As the midwife put her cloak on she disappeared with the baby in her arms as all it was left behind were screams and cries. Now deep into the forest, the midwife hurried as she was no longer in the territory, scared to be discovered she left the baby by the tree and fled fast not looking back, not feeling remorse, after all, she only cared about getting her pay. And there it was. Lying in the darkness, left in the storm but soon enough the clouds in the sky parted and the moon shined over the baby as a figure of a woman appe

"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."

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 ordered. I don’t know who died and made him the boss of me? What gave him the right to order me around? It made me furious, but again, I shouldn’t be surprised. Cain Cadell was known to treat witches like servants, and when they didn’t do his beddings, he killed them. Usually, in the most gruesome ways ever. I just want this night to be over with. I thought to myself, then said, “Just bring a shovel.” He gave me a Cheshire grin and nodded his head. The car ride was engulfed in a tense silence. He gave me a side glance, as we neared the cemetery, “How long have you lived in Midwick?” He asked out of the blue.

When he realized I wasn’t going to order Luthias to leave and he clearly wasn’t going on his own accord, Gondofini spoke. “I understand you have brought a midwife to serve as your physician during your term,” he said with angst as he looked around the room. “I wish to meet her to make certain she is up to task.” “She has gone for the evening,” I said flatly. “I see,” he replied. “There is no need for you to concern yourself,” Luthias said softly. “This woman is quite familiar with her majesty’s needs as she delivered her first child not long ago.”

"You're doing great. Our baby's almost here." And then, in a rush of pain and joy, our child was born, a tiny, squalling bundle of life, nestled in the midwife's arms. The midwife was a regular kind of midwife. She was the seventh of the goddess, the one who brought all the good and bad news to do that leads in the park. She was the priest, a holy one. The one who had the power to kill, and it make a life just as a goddess. I smiled for joy as my little bundle of joy, cool, and walked his legs in the air.