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Fiona McArthur – Baby for the Midwife: The Midwife's Baby / Spanish Doctor, Pregnant Midwife / Countdown to Baby (страница 1)

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Baby for the Midwife

The Midwife’s Baby

Fiona MCArthur

Spanish Doctor, Pregnant Midwife

Anne Fraser

Countdown to Baby

Gina Wilkins

www.millsandboon.co.uk

Table of Contents

Cover

Title Page

The Midwife’s Baby

About the Author

Dedication

Chapter one

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Spanish Doctor, Pregnant Midwife

About the Author

Chapter one

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Epilogue

Countdown to Baby

About the Author

Dedication

Chapter one

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Copyright

The Midwife’s Baby

Fiona MCArthur

A mother to five sons, FIONA MCARTHUR is an Australian midwife who loves to write. Medical RomanceTM gives Fiona the scope to write about all the wonderful aspects of adventure, romance, medicine and midwifery that she feels so passionate about—as well as an excuse to travel! so now that the boys are older, her husband Ian and youngest son Rory are off with Fiona to meet new people, see new places, and have wonderful adventures. Fiona’s website is at www.fionamcarthur.com.

To The Maytone Girls, friends indeed, who inspire me.

CHAPTER ONE

THE chapel floated like a snowflake against the backdrop of the lush Hunter Valley Gardens and the string quartet drifted silvery notes out over the waiting guests.

Max Beresford stood tall and straight at the front of the church and realised that despite the romantic venue he’d condemned himself to the type of loveless marriage his parents had.

Give me a sign, God. Am I a fool for going through with this?

The procession music started. Too late.

Max tilted his chin slightly as he watched the matron of honour walk haltingly towards him in some screechingly fashionable apricot material.