Author's notes: Sorry for the little later than normal update. Thank you to everyone who reviewed the last chapter, all gratefully received. I hope you enjoy this littel scene.

Teresa's straining as hard as she can, her face is red. As the contraction passes Jane lays a cool cloth on her sweaty brow. He smiles at her.

"You're doing so well. It's almost here."

She gives a small smile and nods,

"But it hurts."

"I know but it's too late now, the baby will be here any time. I'm so proud of you."

Patrick can see the panic flash in her eyes as she feels the familiar tightening of her abdomen. But then it changes to determination as she follows the doctor's instructions He hates seeing her in such pain, and feels slightly worthless as he's unable to make it any better. She's gripping his hand tight as the contraction reaches full force. There's a welcome message from the doctor.

"The baby's crowning, I can see its head. This next contraction, just push a little and then pant when I tell you too, as the baby will do most of the work itself. It's almost over Teresa.."

Her smile becomes wider.

"Then the fun really begins."

Patrick's wiping her with the cool cloth once more and they share a look and a smile at the news that the time has finally come. Patrick mouths 'I love you' to her and gently kisses her on the lips.

He can see immediately a contraction starts at the tension tightening in her jaw line. No fear this time, the baby's on its way.

The doctor holds the scissors towards Patrick to cut the umbilical cord of his new daughter. He's surprised to find his hand shaking a little. When it's completed he's given a pink blanket and he gently wraps her up in it and takes her in his arms. She's not happy at being in the world, and she's letting everyone know about it. He checks her fingers and toes as he walks towards Teresa. As he looks at her face once more the memories of another delivery room and another daughter, that's he's been able to hold at bay, suddenly overwhelm him. His vision becomes blurry and he blinks to hold back the tears. He whispers softly.

"Charlotte, meet your new sister, Olive."

He rocks her up and down to calm her and the crying lessens. She doesn't look anything like Charlotte. Olive definitely takes after her mother. The eyes looking up at him are large and accusing, as if it's his fault that she's in the bright lights, her hands are making tight fists and she crunches her face as she's about to register her complaint once more. He holds her up so that her face is by his ear and he gently whispers to her and he can feel her body relax. As he's changing her back to a lying position the doctor speaks:

"How about letting her mother have a look, she did do all the work."

Patrick looks at the doctor and then at Teresa, and gives her a rueful, apologetic look. She smiles through the tears that are falling.

"That's all right doctor, you have no idea how much this daddy, daughter moment means to the both of us."

He smiles at her gratefully and takes the last strides towards the bed and carefully lays their daughter in Teresa's arms and sits on the edge of the bed. Teresa looks at the baby and then grabs Patrick's hand.

"She's beautiful."

"Just like you."

He stands up and leans over and kisses her.

"Thank you."

He touches the baby's hand with his finger and she attempts to wrap her own around it. The midwife comes forward.

"I need to weigh her and check her over and then you can have her back."

The two parents look bereft as Olive's taken away. Teresa looks at Patrick.

"Are you okay?"

Patrick smiles at her.

"Just perfect."