The Secret Midwife Novels & Stories

POV: Lena Moretti Six months. The belly was real now. Not the subtle curve I could hide under loose shirts. A proper bump that announced itself when I walked and shifted my center of gravity and made tying my shoes an athletic event. The midwife, a woman named Ruth who worked out of a clinic on the edge of town and asked exactly zero questions about why a pregnant woman had appeared in Cambria alone with cash and a name that didn't quite fit her face, told me the baby was healthy. Growing on schedule. Strong heartbeat. Everything where it should be.

Whispers from outside drifted in like a rising tide. “Oh my God… this woman is unbelievable…” “Did you hear that? She’s trying to take her legitimate son’s kidney for an illegitimate one…” “The child is only five, right? How could she do that?” … The murmurs of onlookers mixed with Noah’s cries. James fumbled, trying to console his son. But Noah cried harder.

He said, his tone was demanding and clearly warned me not to disagree. I nodded my head and he instantly released me. I pulled myself up and sat on the bed. "Speak." I said folding and hands on my chest. He took a deep breath.. "As you have already discovered, we are not the russian mafia. We are the government's secret force." He said and took another deep breath.

“I’m done with the fuckhead. He kicked me out with no money and it would have been with no clothes if it wasn’t for Sylvia saying she was going to throw our stuff away anyhow. There’s no way I’m ever allowing him near me or the boys again.” ‘Finally, she’s getting her anger out’ Simone says to herself. She didn’t want Cheryl to bottle up her emotions with what happened. “You’ll like Linda. She’s a registered nurse too” Simone smiles, turning to look at Cheryl. “She’s also a trained midwife and is going to be there when I give birth to Isabella. We were lucky to have found her.” “How did you find her?” Cheryl asks, happy Simone was comfortable to talk about anything else other than Paul.

She felt like a queen surveying her kingdom—one she had no intention of losing. Two hours later, her phone rang. “This is Mason,” a deep voice said on the other end. Bridget smiled faintly. “Mason. I was told you’re good at… finding things.” “Depends what you’re looking for,” he said. “Anabelle,” she said. “Anabelle Grant.” “What about her?” “I want to know everything,” Bridget said. “Where she works, who she talks to, what she’s hiding. I want her entire life on paper.”

“I should call Ryan and have him take it on his way out,” I say while bringing out my phone. But then I stopped when I realized it’s been almost 10 minutes since I left Ryan, and he should have already left the place by now. Having no other choice, I got out of my car to go get it myself. Getting closer to our secret place, I begin to hear some funny voices. Once I’m at the door, I realize it’s a girl moaning, and I also hear slippery sounds and skin slapping against each other.

she protested. “A birthing center?” “Yes, run by midwives. It’s a perfectly safe and professional environment for me to have the baby.” “Safe.” Draco’s jaw tightened, a sign she was rapidly identifying as a precursor to his controlled temper. He pushed a hand through his hair and drew in a deep breath before continuing. “And you know yourself to be in perfect health? You’re absolutely certain there is nothing you do not know about that could happen to you or the baby?”

"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.

I frown at the calls of my secretary After that picture, I dedicated my time in finding the culprit I put my phone on silent mode ,I don't want to be disturbed by the company's calls. I left the place in search of any clue that will lead me to the culprit or the culprit next move ** Cheryl POV "Mrs Asher,I want you to push will all your strength "the Midwife said What I was feeling right now,is undescribable. "Ma ,Mr Asher isn't responding to our calls"I overheard the nurse telling the midwife I push as I could.

“I thought—God, Nate, I thought I lost you.” My chest tightened. My heart raced. “You didn’t.” My voice was small. Silence hung heavy, broken only by the machine’s beeping. Finally, I whispered, “Why? Why do you even care this much if I’m just your… secret?” His jaw worked. His eyes glistened. “Because you’re not just my secret. You’re—” He stopped, swallowed hard. “You’re the only real thing in my life. And I can’t lose that.”