The MidWife (Completed)

Chapter 3

(This is gonna be short but also cute well I hope so)

Day 1

Beyoncé

I woke up the next morning honestly almost forgetting where I was. I turned over and clicked the home button on my phone and it was only 6 o'clock in the morning. I got out of the bed and went to the bathroom.

I wasn't gonna lie this house was nice and I know Kelly worked hard for it. I know I work hard for my money too. Before this whole midwife gig I worked as a OBGYN for a couple years.

I walked back into the bedroom after washing my hands And continued out into the hall. Sense it was only 6 in the morning it was still fairly dark throughout the house.

It was totally silent. Although I could hear a faint snoring coming from Kelly's bedroom. I walked towards it and peeked in.

She sprawled on top of the blankets and her hair looked a mess but I couldn't say anything. I probably looked at hot mess too.

I decided to go and make myself some coffee. I started down the steps which led to the living room. I felt the wall for a light switch and flipped it on. I looked at the living room I mean really looked at it. On the fireplace mantel was pictures of Kelly and I'm guessing the people in her family. She never told me about her family.

"Hello?" I heard faintly. I quickly turned around and saw Kelly was standing at the top of the stairs. Even from where I was standing I could see she was a little out of it.

"Hey Kelly it's just me" I assure her.

She yawned. "Hey, Are you okay?" She said drowsily.

"Yeah I'm fine" I say making my way towards her. "I was just gonna make some coffee"

"Oh" she could barely keep her eyes open. Something tells me while I was sleeping soundly she wasn't.

"Come on, let's get you back to bed" I guide her towards her room.

We both enter her room and I fold the covers up for her and she gets in.

As I make my way out of the room. I shut her door when I leave.

"Whew" I whisper.

I went back downstairs and do what I was gonna do originally which was to make some coffee.

I may not know a lot of things about cooking but I definitely knew my way around the kitchen.

After making myself a cup I walked out in the living room and watched some tv.

After about a hour or two the sun started coming up. I put my cup in the sink and I heard Kelly coming down the steps.

She entered the kitchen Rubbing her eyes.

"Morning" she said groggily.

"Did you sleep okay last night?" I asked trying to make conversation. I sat at the island as she began opening a cabinet.

"No it was Horrible" she answered grumpily.

"Why?"

"I don't know" she whined." Why are you asking me questions that requires me to think"

Well question asked and answered.

She saw that I was shocked by her attitude.

"I'm sorry" she said frowning." I'm just not a morning person"

"It's alright"  I smile. "How about I make you some tea and you go in the living room and relax for a minute" I say getting off the stool.

"You don't have to do that" she said

"I want to" part of me wants to take her hand but I stop myself And she looks at me for a minute and hugs me. I was not expecting that.

"Thank you" she said not letting go.

I pat her back. Was this her hormones or was this really like her.

"Don't thank me yet" I say

"How about this afternoon we go shopping I'll buy " she said smiling ear to ear.

How could I say no.

"That sounds fine to me" I say

"Yay your the best doula ever"

"Go sit down before you hurt yourself" I joke hoping it would come off as funny.

She giggled. "What time do you wanna leave?"

"How about  around noon" I suggest

"Okay cool"