Trixie is the first of the midwives to return to Nonnatus. She finds it odd that Sister Monica Joan is not lurking about as she ascends the stairs. She notices light spilling out from beneath Sister Hilda's door. Her knuckles gently wrap on the door.

"Midwife calling," she announces jokingly.

"You're tardy to the party nurse Franklin," Sister Hilda announces as the door creeps open.

Trixie finds her fellow midwife sitting up to the side of the bed holding a pair of brand new babies.

"It's barely mid-day."

"Apparently they were eager to join the ranks. They heard we were running low on staff, and they pledged their assistance."

Trixie can't help but smile, "Can I help you back into bed?"

Sister Hilda nods as she slightly winces, "Apparently I have underestimated the resolve of my abdominal muscles."

Trixie uses one arm to wrap around Sister Hilda's shoulder whilst the other gently guides her legs back into bed. She successfully secures the group into the bed.

"I am praying this is not where you tell me that you took a do it yourself approach to the task."

"I am not a magician. Sister Monica Joan was happy to be on the swaddling end of the deal. Luckily Shelagh happened by… actually I don't know why she stopped by. Our conversation was cut abruptly short by waves of contractions, and a pair of cheeky little girls who could wait to meet the outside world no longer."

"And they abandoned you?"

"No. They went in search of something less than two minutes ago."

Trixie gently runs her fingers through one baby's locks of hair.

"What does all of this mean?"

"I'm not entirely sure how to cope with any of it, but I have concluded that I have zero intention of placing them anywhere but with me."

"So you're utterly terrified?"

"Precisely. Also I'm deeply enamored."

"They are beautiful."

"And nameless. It is possible they are homeless too."

"Sister Julienne is not going to kick you out on the street."

"It isn't really her decision. If Mother Mildred gets wind of this I am…"

Trixie cuts her off, "Let's make that tomorrow's worry."

The pair of newborns begin to wriggle in discomfort. One's lips begin to smack as the other sucks on her middle three fingers.

"Admittedly I hadn't given much thought to the logistics of this task."

"There are some sterilized bottles, and formula downstairs that were left over from the last class Sister Frances taught at the institute."

"I think I can make do with some repositioning, and perhaps an additional pillow."

Trixie nods in understanding as she leaves the room to collect an extra pillow. Shelagh files in with a basinet. Sister Monica Joan soon follows. Trixie returns with a pillow as the pair of newborns begins to whimper.

"Shelagh, if you're here, who is helping with clinic duty?"

"Oh dear, I had better get over there."

Sister Monica Joan offers a hand as Shelagh disappears from the room. Trixie positions the extra pillow as Sister Hilda unwraps the first infant.

"Do you want us to stay, or would you prefer for us to go?" Sister Monica Joan queries as she returns the second infant.

"I feel confident I can attempt on my own. I will certainly communicate if I cannot."

Trixie, and Sister Monica Joan retreat from the room. As the door closes Sister Hilda maneuvers the pair of hungry girls until they locate a food source. Neither seem to mind a pair of sisterly feet touching them as they nurse.

Trixie dutifully follows Sister Monica Joan to the attic to retrieve the second basinet. Sister Monica Joan quickly picks up on her facial expression.

"Sister Hilda has our full support."

Trixie meets her glance, "It doesn't stop me from worrying. Any of this would be a lot for any human being. She has a lot of strikes against her. Advanced maternal age, and being a nun. Oh… and not to mention there are two newborns. I know she is trying to convince us that she is okay, but I can't help but feel as if this has shattered her entire world."

"You won't receive any disagreement from me."

"Why aren't you angry for her?"

"I am livid. I am also faithful. I hope, and I pray that all of the broken pieces will mend, and fit together to let the light into her life like never before. She was in no way deserving of the darkness that she was thrust into. My faith that all of her pain has a purpose is all I can offer her."

Trixie's glance falls to a tiny pair of yellow booties, "And your talents to ensure her little girls are warm, and secure."

"We must all offer to the innocent whatever we can."

"I hate to leave you in the lurch, but I really only came back to gather more supplies to return to my rounds. Do you think you can attend to her needs until someone else returns?"

"I am quite adept at retrieving nourishment, and swaddling new life. My faculties are still capable of using the telephone, and monitoring for any post-natal hemorrhage."

Trixie gently knocks at the door, and carries the second basinet into the room.

"I have to finish my rounds. Can I entrust you into Sister Monica Joan's care?"

"I assure you that we can manage."

Trixie grins, "I assure you that you already are. You are doing splendidly."