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Chapters (59)
  1. Cover
  2. About the Book
  3. Dedication
  4. Chapter One
  5. Chapter Two
  6. Chapter Three
  7. Chapter Four
  8. Chapter Five
  9. Chapter Six
  10. Chapter Seven
  11. Chapter Eight
  12. Chapter Nine
  13. Chapter Ten
  14. Chapter Eleven
  15. Chapter Twelve
  16. Chapter Thirteen
  17. Chapter Fourteen
  18. Chapter Fifteen
  19. Chapter Sixteen
  20. Chapter Seventeen
  21. Chapter Eighteen
  22. Chapter Nineteen
  23. Chapter Twenty
  24. Chapter Twenty-one
  25. Chapter Twenty-two
  26. Chapter Twenty-three
  27. Chapter Twenty-four
  28. Chapter Twenty-five
  29. Chapter Twenty-six
  30. Chapter Twenty-seven
  31. Chapter Twenty-eight
  32. Chapter Twenty-nine
  33. Chapter Thirty
  34. Chapter Thirty-one
  35. Chapter Thirty-two
  36. Chapter Thirty-three
  37. Chapter Thirty-four
  38. Chapter Thirty-five
  39. Chapter Thirty-six
  40. Chapter Thirty-seven
  41. Chapter Thirty-eight
  42. Chapter Thirty-nine
  43. Chapter Forty
  44. Chapter Forty-one
  45. Chapter Forty-two
  46. Chapter Forty-three
  47. Chapter Forty-four
  48. Chapter Forty-five
  49. Chapter Forty-six
  50. Chapter Forty-seven
  51. Chapter Forty-eight
  52. Chapter Forty-nine
  53. Chapter Fifty
  54. Chapter Fifty-one
  55. Chapter Fifty-two
  56. Acknowledgements
  57. About the Author
  58. Also by the author
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‘Look at you in this light.’ It was an effort to keep his voice level. ‘I want to carry you away and learn your magic.’ He was very glad he’d made arrangements before he’d come to see her. ‘I don’t suppose I could invite you over to my hotel room for some contemplation of …’ he pretended to search for inspiration ‘… the afternoon view from our verandah?’

She laughed. ‘It would be nice to have some alone time with you that didn’t include babies or medical emergencies.’

He reached for her hand, and once they were joined he felt ridiculously complete to have her fingers in his. Hip brushing hip, they walked up the curved footpath towards the hotel. The sun cast long, thin shadows away from them and he waved his other hand back at the health centre. ‘All good on transfer?’

‘Amazing. Jessamine’s breastfed the boys twin fashion. She’s calm about the flight now. The pilot told her how many thousands of safe landings he’s had.’

She squeezed his hand, her mind obviously on other things, but that was fine by him. He loved the way her mind roamed. In fact, he loved everything about her.

‘It’s five years away,’ she said musingly, ‘but when these babies go to school, I’ll talk to Jessamine about looking at a scholarship in health. She’d be an incredible nurse. Maybe even a midwife if it isn’t too far for her to travel for study.’

Five years. She expected to be here? Of course she did. That was food for thought but not unexpected. Given his feelings, there was a big chance he’d be here too. For the moment, he only said, ‘You’re a midwife. From here. Nothing stopped you.’

‘No, it didn’t. But everyone is different. I do think she’d be such a great resource. We don’t have enough Indigenous midwives, and her inner strength shines. That’s where the change will come from. When Indigenous midwives can support Indigenous women in communities, we’ll see more outreach births. More babies born on country.’

There was a long road to travel and a lot of red tape to cut through before that would be a reality, but if anyone could encourage it to happen, Ava and the friends she had here could. ‘No matter how good your set-up became, you’d not get twins booked to be born on country,’ he commented with a small laugh.

‘Yes. Except for today.’ They both smiled again at the thought. ‘Jessamine was brilliant with those babies coming out so well. Probably the long walk did it.’

He’d thought about that. ‘She’s lucky she didn’t have them on the way.’