The sun glowed bright behind the grand hospital building as Gordon pulled up in the car park, several hours earlier than usual. The streets were blissfully quiet and there was very little action in the surrounding area. Gordon got out of the driver's door, shutting it quietly behind him, and then grabbed Jill's small hospital case out of the boot. Jill had already opened her door and her feet were firmly on the car park floor. She was still sat in the passenger seat, her head nearing her lap as the horrific pain of child birth took over.
'Come on love' coaxed Gordon as he took hold of her left arm 'We're nearly there now' he muttered, pointing out the obvious. His wife had walked the same path hundreds of times without a second thought, but in the dead of night the task seemed too much for her. Slowly Jill regained her composure and stood up clutching onto Gordon's arm. After shutting the door the two of them slowly made their way into 'The Royal.' Gordon giving Jill the support she needed; both of them knowing the next time they'd leave the hospital together they'd be proud parents to a fourth Ormerod child.
Inside the hospital
Jill sat on the hospital bed in the private maternity room; the back of the bed raised to support the female Doctor. She'd managed with the help of Sister Bridget to change into a white hospital gown, with Gordon's supervision of course. Gordon sat next to his wife on a a chair whilst he held his wife's hand.
'How you feeling Doctor?' enquired Sister Bridget who stood at the foot of the bed. Doctor Weatherill briefly lifted her head and gave a weak smile. 'Well things seem to moving smoothly. I'll be back shortly' Bridget left the room to carry on watching her ward with the rest of the night nurses.
Gordon stroked his wife's head as she concentrated on her breathing, gripping in his other hand tightly. 'Gordon Ormerod I can tell you now this is THE last child we'll be having'
Her husband laughed briefly before soothing his wife 'Come on love, it'll be over soon.' Jill gave Gordon a pain ridden look that said it all and Gordon soon came to his senses, how could he ever imagine the pain she was going through? 'That's it, keep going. Well done love' he encouraged.