Jocelyn seemed quite annoyed at the midwife because she had already considered faking her own death to get out of this horrid marriage. Edgar preferred Evelyn and Evelyn loved Edgar. What was the problem here? Even by the grace of God, had she desired to meet that new man, he wouldn't have any interest in her. She wasn't even thinking about that! She was actually thinking for the better of the village, and not selfish romantic tendencies. She thought about it again. There might be a sliver of her intentions to be selfish and get out of the marriage.<br/><br/>She listened to the midwife's ramblings and paid her no mind. It was the scared look of a man, entering the clinic. She knew exactly what this meant. Another baby, or rather, a set of twins were about to be born. Her adrenaline kicked in as she quickly gathered the linens. It was by the midwife asking her to assist that Jocelyn had become nervous. She was merely an apprentice, and not a full fledged midwife. What if something went wrong? What if mother or babies died? She could never forgive herself if that happened. She wouldn't be able to face the woman or her husband if that were the case.<br/><br/>"Right," she replied with a hurried tone to her voice. She soon started following the man, who had dashed out of the clinic, and began rushing towards his home. He certainly was a fast runner as Jocelyn even had a difficult time catching up to him. She knew it was the house when she could hear screams coming from the home. They had belonged to one of the patients. Once inside the home, the man panicked and grabbed a tub of water. Jocelyn had thanked him before taking the tub and going into the room where the laboring woman was. Men were forbidden to be in the room during childbirth. Well, it was for the sake of them not panicking and fainting when they saw childbirth occur. It also helped the wives feel more relaxed.<br/><br/>At the present time, Jocelyn assumed the midwife would arrive shortly. After all, she did sprint here like an antelope fleeing from a cheetah. The woman was in her bed, clutching her swollen abdomen, and breathing heavily. Sweat was pouring down her flushed cheeks and her knees were bent. The apprentice's face lost all color. This woman was having her babies<span style="font-style: italic">now</span>. The midwife surely wouldn't make it at this rate. She felt herself begin to panic, but had to resume her composure and focus on the task at hand. She grabbed a towel and slightly slid the woman's dress up. The first baby was already starting to push through. The amount of blood had certainly shocked Jocelyn, but it was common when women were giving birth. It was go time.<br/><br/>Around half an hour later, the delivery had been a success. Two healthy twin boys were resting in their mother's arms. The mother also appeared to be healthy as well. Jocelyn had finished cleaning the linens before placing them in the small, woven basket, that she carried them in. All the while, the midwife stood there and nodded in approval at Jocelyn. She was proud of what the apprentice had managed to accomplish without her guidance. Maybe Jocelyn could make it as a midwife after all. It certainly surprised her.