The Midwife's New-found Family. Fiona McArthur

her hand on Andy’s arm. ‘Let your sister get her breath. We have plenty of time.’

      ‘Assuming the phone doesn’t ring and I don’t get called out,’ Andy muttered, as he carried Misty’s bags into their house and she followed with her arm hooked in Montana’s.

      They shared a glance and smiled. Men, the look said, but they both loved his care. ‘He’s still looking for a locum to share the workload because he won’t let me out of his sight until I have this baby,’ Montana whispered.