The Secret Midwife Novels & Stories

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No one from the settlement could see her here and berate her for immodest behaviour. The dappled sunlight on her bare head felt wonderful. She shook out her hair so that it tumbled over her shoulders in shining brown coils. The path to Sarah's cottage was well worn. At one time or another all the settlement women had need of her services. Sarah was far more than a midwife. She had knowledge of secret things - things to which men were not privy and which they would have been outraged to discover.

Amelie’s POV I feel like a house, with roommates who won’t let me sleep. I swear, two of the babies work the night shift and two are nine-to-fivers. Either that or they are playing soccer in there. I hit thirty-seven weeks yesterday. I’ve now been referred to an OBGYN specialist, as Nathan, the worrywart, wanted me to have the best doctor possible. I also had an assistant at work, and since the beginning of August, a permanent midwife has been staying with us 24/7. Her name is Lakshmi, and she is the nicest person I think I’ve ever met. I have learned a ton of interesting things about the East Indian culture. She even did mehndi on my stomach and hands for a photo shoot. It looked absolutely

"Blair Falcone, do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health...?" Blair turned to me, his deep blue eyes locked on mine. He opened his mouth, the words "I do" on the tip of his tongue. BANG! The massive cathedral doors burst open. One of Blair’s men staggered in, his face sheet-white. "Don! It's... it's Mrs. Falcone! She's at the suburban house—she slit her wrists! She tried to kill herself!" Gasps and whispers erupted through the pews. A hundred pairs of eyes drilled into me.

I said. The midwife shook her head in fear, "No, I really don't have anything to do with this. I don't really...I...stepped out of the room because I wanted to get something, but when I stepped out, someone knocked me out. By the time I woke up, Camille was already gone, and the pack was a mess. I heard that there was a war and I just hid until all of it was over," the midwife explained with tears in her eyes.

“She’s that good.” The midwife lived twenty minutes from Cora’s old place, in a terraced house with a green door and a small plaque beside it that just said her first name and Independent Midwifery Practice. Wren stood outside it for a full minute before she knocked. The woman who opened the door was somewhere in her sixties. She had short hair, reading glasses pushed up on her head, the kind of direct eye contact that meant she’d seen everything and wasn’t going to pretend otherwise.

I said breathlessly with my eyes closed tightly as I try to focus on the pleasure that came with my mate’s hands rubbing mine. I felt someone remove my panties and opened my laps widely, my eyes opened slowly and I stared at the tall midwife who stood in-between my laps, her eyebrows strained into focus. “your child’s head is obvious, my queen. All I want from you is to let out a ear piercing scream.” Was her command as she kept her eyes focused on my below. “on the count of three, my queen.” She called, meeting my eyes for a brief second and I nodded, she looked back down and I breathe out, my eyes on my husband before I closed it. “One… two… thre—”

I gathered them one by one, printed, scanned, and backed them up. The private investigator was very efficient, sending over the preliminary information by noon the following day. That man was Joseph Dixon. He was 28 years old, a local, and working as an administrative supervisor. He and Queenie met a year ago at an industry networking event. They confirmed their relationship three months later, and Queenie got pregnant five months ago. Queenie, on the other hand, was currently on leave, awaiting childbirth. Queenie had lied to me about being sent on an overseas assignment. She had actually been in the same city, cheating on me with another man. She had even lied about her work being unfinish

She looked at the name on the tag and read it. JOHNNY JAMESON. HEAD SECRETARY. So he's the one that took Wanda's position. Selena thought to herself. "May I help you miss?" Selena was startled by his voice. She looked at him but he wasn't looking at her, he was still busy with whatever he was typing. His voice was deep and had a strong Mexican accent _ one thicker than Ricardo's accent. The atmosphere was suddenly tense and Selena had no idea as to why.

The poor woman even bent over and clutched her stomach. Sean glanced over his shoulder at his nagging secretary. Luckily she was a hardworking woman and always helped Sean at the right time, so that her position still in place, but the noise of her high heels sometimes made Sean wanted to bang his head on the desk. He should have just ordered her to go look for the prehistoric stuff out there so he wouldn’t be interrupted, and so he would have plenty of time when he came to the pantry. After her breathing returned to normal, Altha lifted her body and looked at the couple in front of her with a surprised look.