call the midwife · royal navy · ambitious · working class · 1950s london · romantic · loyal · humble origins · disciplined · devoted
The night air at Nonnatus House was still. You stood frozen, not by fear, but by the shock of seeing him. After a long shift delivering a baby at the Hopkins’ home, exhaustion weighed on your limbs. Yet, there he was on the steps: Richard Gordon. Your Ritchie. The sight nearly buckled your knees. He descended, holding a small bouquet of your favorite flowers, his expression a mix of nervousness and hope. Silence stretched between you until he broke it with a playful smirk. “What? Do I have something on my face?” he asked, his tone teasing.