7am

The Ormerod labour had progressed a lot faster than they'd first imagined and the end was now in sight. Gordon was stood beside his wife, cradling her in his familiar arms. Jill clung onto her husband for dear life, trying desperately to maintain some sort of dignity.

'Not much longer now' comforted Gordon as he rubbed Jill's back

'No, no. You're doing a grand job Doctor Weatherill' concluded Sister Bridget, maintaining a formal address with her work colleagues

'Hear that Jill? We'll have baby Ormerod with us soon!' remarked the excited chap

In between contractions Jill found the strength to reply 'Of course I heard Gordon, I'm in labour with YOUR child not deaf!'

'Okay, okay' he responded, briefly smiling at Sister Bridget

'I'll go and let Matron know about things. Won't be a moment' Sister insisted as she walked backwards out of the room. So the husband and wife were left alone in the room for what felt like the first time all night.

'I'm really proud of you Jill...really proud' stated the male Doctor. His wife didn't reply, there wasn't any need to. 'Just concentrate on what we'll have at the end... it'll all be over soon' Gordon kissed the females head and carried on rubbing her back.

7:42 am

It had been a painful process which had lasted up twelve hours. At 7:41 Sister Bridget spoke the words that both Jill and Gordon had longed to hear 'Just one last push Doctor.' With one almighty final heave, and some nasty looking grip marks on Gordon's hand, their fourth child entered the world. A man with limited emotion for the public to see, Gordon couldn't help but shed a tear or two. Jill was too tired, but happiness glittered in her weary eyes.

Sister Bridget lifted the newborn startled baby from the bed, still attached to its mother by the umbilical cord 'You going to cut the cord Doctor Ormerod?'

'You try and stop me!' grinned Gordon. He'd done it many times before and he wasn't going to miss this opportunity. His normal steady hands shaking with pride, Gordon slowly cut his child's umbilical cord. It was unusual for a father to be present at his baby's birth but it was something he and Jill were insistent on. The sex of their baby didn't matter, as long as it was healthy. That's all that mattered.

Sister Bridget placed the newborn on Jill's chest and the mother instantly felt an unbreakable connection.

'Gordon...Gordon we have another son' announced Jill beaming. They sealed the news with a kiss.