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Phoebe Call the Midwife ”Oh no, far from it. I am surprised I got here before the baby did!” Phoebe laughed a little as Vai began to cuss her out but melted into putty instead. Her eyes were alight with pure delight at the sight; watching as each and every muscle in Vai’s body relaxed. She could still see them pulling with contractions, still working as they ought, but without the agony that usually came with. Frey truly was gracious and thoughtful towards those who bore the burden of bringing the next generation. ”It is a gift from Frey, to ease your pain. Be sure to visit and thank them for this gift when you’ve recovered.” Phoebe told her with a smile. The blonde midwife nodded as Vai mentioned she preferred to stand. ”Standing is good at the start but you are bound to end up with a baby falling on the floor at this rate!” she said in her chipper yet soothing way. Instead, Phoebe quickly brought over a chair, placing a cushion and blanket over it to soften it, as well as the floor just next to it. Carefully she would help Vai reposition so she leaned against the chair, squatting down on her knees. Not the loveliest of positions to be seen in but a very effective one given she had no birthing stool (she hadn’t really had time to grab it, frankly). ”Alright now, let’s get this through then, shall we? With the contractions, three…two…one…push!” Phoebe said, coaching her through with practiced ease, prepared to catch the baby which really should only take a few good pushes at that point to arrive.