The Secret Midwife Novels & Stories

A half smile creeps onto my face as I stare blankly during their conversation. "How are you doing?" The third one breaks out with the tall hair. She looked a lot younger than the two and snakes her hand from my back and places the back of her hand to my forehead. I nod my head, afraid to talk in fear my insides might spew out of my mouth and she smiles and bows graciously. "I am Suki by the way. This is Hay Lee, and Jo Jo. It is our pleasure to be your midwives!" I nod and smile cheerfully again, my stomach churning and the little feet inside of me began pushing against my lining, giving me a headache suddenly. The room starts to spin and I start to feel my mouth become filled with saliva un

The midwife reached into her bag again, this time producing a second bottle. “Here. Drink this,” she said, handing it to Amber. “And keep this one. Give it to the child every day for a month. If you do, he will survive.” Amber took the bottle with shaking hands and drank. Warmth spread through her limbs almost instantly, dulling the ache in her bones, strengthening her. She opened her mouth to speak, but the midwife was already standing. “Come with me, child, if you wish to live. I know a secret passage out.”

The doctor looks between her and Rasmus, trying to gauge if he’ll get angry. “Oh, he’ll get angry all right” the midwife turns to the doctor “If you don’t hurry up and help me deal with his wife and child!” That snaps him into action; he pushes his glasses back up his nose and wipes the clammy shine off his bald head. I glance at the midwife; she sees me looking and rolls her eyes before offering me a reassuring smile. “Men. They’ll go to war but show ‘em the most natural blood in the world and their nerves are all aflame.” she waves her hands like ‘jazz hands’ as she pauses; assessing the situation

she snapped, her fingers gripping the edge of the dresser. “Do you understand? This is the last time. If you contact me again, you’ll regret it.” My eyes widened, my pulse quickening. Who was she talking to? I strained to listen, but she wasn’t speaking loud enough for me to catch any more words. Her voice was controlled, emotionless, like she was used to having these kinds of conversations. Like she was used to keeping secrets. A bitter feeling settled in my stomach, twisting painfully. Just who was Tammie? The more I watched her, the more I realized how little I actually knew about the woman I had married.

Eventually, we pulled away, but the warmth of the moment lingered. As I walked out of his hospital room, I felt a sense of calm and happiness wash over me. No matter what challenges lay ahead, I knew that I had someone by my side who loved and supported me unconditionally. But for how long would it last… The thought lingered in my head as I drove home to the mansion…. How long would I have him by my side while I was still married to Ignacio and Cullen.. My being married to Ignacio had to remain a secret to both Cullen and Drew.. I was a Secret Wife.

A floorboard creaked behind the fireplace. Aria froze. Then a familiar voice whispered. “Aria?” The hidden panel behind the hearth slowly opened. The midwife stepped out. Her gray hair was loose and tangled, and her face looked pale with exhaustion. But she was alive. Aria rushed forward and wrapped her arms around her. “I thought they found you,” Aria whispered. The midwife held her tightly. “I thought the same about you.” They pulled apart slowly. “What happened?” Aria asked. The midwife sighed.

"What deep secret or goal is she hiding inside her?" He guessed either she is too naïve or a hard player. He will find out her true intention of being here no matter what after all she is the first woman to get this close to his life within a few weeks for a lifetime maybe. He reached the office and started with his schedule trying to forget all the mess in his brain. After a couple hours, his secretary knocked on the door "Sir the meeting is about to start." "Ok, I’m coming" That's when he remembers he left the important file at home when he walked to watch Madeline in the kitchen and directly rushed out. He cursed under his breath and immediately called Madeline.

I was accompanying my mother-in-law to our family-owned hospital for a follow-up appointment. She had developed a lifelong gynecological condition from complications during my wife's birth. A muscular man passed by, recoiled in disgust, and shuffled to the other side of the aisle before shouting for a nurse. "What kind of hospital is this? You just let any filthy person sit in the waiting area? This old hag reeks. Is nobody going to do anything about it?" The nurse hurried over and recognized my mother-in-law. She held up her hands. "Sir, this patient is here for a scheduled follow-up. We can't turn her away." The man lost it. "What part of that don't you understand? Take this old hag

Ingrid asked the midwife to take my baby outside of the Pack to secretly kill and bury it. The midwife said she couldn't bring herself to do it so she dropped the child off in a busy road where she knew he would be found and hopefully adopted by a kind person. She lied to Ingrid that she had killed the child and provided fake proof. That was the only way she would be able to escape Ingrid's wrath. The midwife was so happy to have finally revealed the truth because she had to live in guilt for 15 years, constantly worrying what had happened to the child she separated from his mother. She died shortly after but she had a smile on her face.

Every word required courage. "I was there. That night, when the angelic order cracked. I was one of the hidden – those who helped conceal the chosen ones. Not a priest. Not a warrior. Just a woman, who could live among humans, observe, and hide. I was the one who received the children. Without permission. Through secret channels." Rea's eyes widened. "Then you knew who we were? From the start?" "Yes," the midwife answered simply. "I knew. But there were rules. And they were not kind rules."