At Nonnatus House, we like to cater for whoever we can: the lost, the homeless, the lonely, the weary, and, indeed, whoever the good Lord sees fit to send us. We do not turn away, no matter how trivial a situation; no matter how strange.
Most of our customers, however, are women.
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"Deep breaths, Mr Odinson. Deep breaths. Keep it steady now. You're alright. Baby's coming."
"It might not be anaAARGH! A - - whuh, whuh, whuh, GNRRGH - - huh, huh, GNRRGH!"
"Keep it steady, Mr Odinson: no talking, now; you're about to give birth."
"This is important. I...Ahh!"
"Oh for heaven's sakes: stop fussing, Mr Odinson, and put all that energy into getting the baby out!"
"But you might neeooaargh!"
"PUSH! That's right, push now. With the contractions. On three, two-"
"Hnnargh!"
"That's it: keep it steady now. Nurse?"
"It's crowning, sister. It's... oh my days. What have you been up to, sir...?"
"GNNRRGH!"
"It's coming! It's coming! One last - There."
An eight-legged, hoofed creature covered in black, furry tufts, slipped out rather awkwardly into Sister Evangelina's arms. It gave a soft snicker as its male mother groaned amidst bed sheets, and tried to scramble out of sister's grip, but was foiled.
The man lifted himself unsteadily to lean against the headboard, his long, rather curly hair slicked back slightly in exhaustion, and his eyes half closed. He held out his arms.
The sister gently lowered the... equine creature... into them, and he settled back, unsurprised; smiling.
We stood around, nervously.
"So," started Cynthia. "A horse?"
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A/N: I had this odd idea after watching Call the Midwife. I really like crossovers, see, and I like to imagine the different plots I could write about involving odd mixes, and I thought... Loki? Weird kids? Midwives? Bingo!
-Alibi Nonsense
(I'd love to hear what you think)