A/N Huge thank you to Charlotte, Hey, HCNB and Teamzollie for your reviews, they're always very much appreciated! I hope everyone enjoys this next chapter, I will update again by Saturday evening!

'Ollie? Say something' Zosia panicked, and Ollie snapped out of his shock.
'Ok don't panic' Ollie asserted, trying to take control. He squeezed her hand gently before breaking away to grab everything they needed. He grabbed Zosia's coat and handbag, and as he approached her again, held out his hand for her to hold. 'If this is labour, it's ok, we'll see if the hospital can hold things off for a while', trying his best to reassure her but he knew as well as she did that once her waters had broken and she was evidently having contractions, that it was unlikely to be delay-able.
On the way to the car, they realised that they were miles from home, and the reception desk told them that the nearest hospital was almost an hour away in the opposite direction...others were smaller, minor injury units, unlikely to be able to cope with a premature birth...
'If it's all the same, I want to go to Holby' she insisted, still worrying, she needed people she knew around her. 'It's too early Ollie, bean should still be growing...' she started to cry.
'I know darling, but he's just excited to meet us, that's all' he tried to reassure her.
'Don't patronise me Valentine' she groaned, snapping, 'It's too early, something is wrong!' She cried.

He knew that the hospital was about an hour away still, and only hoped that the delay wouldn't make things worse. However, once they got out onto the A roads after what felt like forever to the pair, but in reality was about 20 minutes, they were in such slow moving traffic that Ollie decided to cut down the back roads which were thankfully a lot quieter.
'Ollie, where are we going, this isn't the main road' she groaned slightly, smoothing her hand over her bump.
'No idea, but it has to be better than sitting in traffic' he explained. 'You're doing well' he reassured.
However, after half an hour of not seeing a single other vehicle on the the road, they ended up on a real, proper country road, the kind where you fear you're not going to get anywhere for miles. Just as Ollie started to question to himself why they bothered taking the 'shortcut' as he had tried to explain it was, the car started to feel strange...it spluttered and warning lights appeared on the dashboard. Meanwhile, a terrified Zosia was groaning as the pain intensified quickly. 'No, no, no' Ollie sighed, worriedly. 'Not now' he groaned as the car came to a complete halt. Zosia groaned through another contraction, and Ollie was alerted. 'Another one?! You've only just had one' he panicked, eyes wide. 'Oh god'
'Why have we stopped?!' She snapped, scared and in pain.
'We've broken down' he admitted, reaching for his phone, and she started crying from fear and pain. As he phoned the breakdown company, he realised that they were likely to need an ambulance as well...Ollie didn't like how quickly Zosia seemed to be groaning...
It took a while, but the breakdown company and Ollie eventually managed to piece together exactly where they were, and told Ollie that they would be there within an hour. Zosia was becoming inconsolable. 'I can't do this anymore' she wailed as she grabbed Ollie's free hand. 'There's so much pressure' she groaned as she continued to suffer. 'If it's like this now, then, aaarghhhh!' She groaned, gritting her teeth.
'That's just the head moving down, sweetheart' he tried to reassure her, as he tried to then call for an ambulance. Zosia continued to groan and writhe from pain, and then just as Ollie came off the phone, having been told an ambulance was 20 minutes away, he crumbled when Zosia said the words he was desperate not to hear at that moment.
'Ollie I need to push'
'No, no no you don't, the ambulance is 20 minutes away, just keep breathing, concentrate on your breathing' Ollie tried to convince her but she shook her head. 'Don't push yet'
'I'm trying but this baby isn't going to wait 20 minutes!' She screamed and groaned, grabbing Ollie's wrist.
'Zosia I need my hands for surgery' he joked but Zosia wasn't in the mood.
'Shut up' she snapped as she writhed, trying to put all of her energy into not pushing, but it was hopeless. 'OLLIEEEE I FEEL EVERYTHING!' she shouted.
'Right, ok' he said with authority, now obvious to him that he was probably going to end up delivering his own baby. He helped Zosia into the back seat of the car and made her comfortable but she was still crying. Then as he had no choice but to, he put on some gloves he kept in the car, and examined her. However after a few moments, he went pale as he realised that she wasnt exaggerating. 'Ok Zosh, go ahead' he instructed reassuringly, looking into her terrified, tear filled eyes.
'I don't want to' she cried. 'It's too early'
'We're past any stage of delaying things sweetheart, you're ready, now go!' He encouraged, and she gave it her everything. Ollie had never been more proud of Zosia- within 10 minutes, he started to see something. 'It's coming Zosh' he gasped.
'You don't need to tell me that' Zosia pointed out and he laughed. 'It hurts' she cried, shaking as she took a rest from pushing.
'I know it does, but keep going, not long now' he encouraged kindly and assertively. 'In a few minutes you'll be a mum.'

'It's a girl!' Ollie wept with pride as he gazed with awe at his softly crying newborn daughter, wrapping her up in his hoody and a hat they had bought earlier that day to keep her warm. She was understandably very small but she looked healthy, which was a miracle given she was premature, and then looked at his exhausted fiancée. 'She's completely perfect' he smiled, but he immediately got the feeling that something wasn't right...she hadn't said anything, she was pale and she looked like she was quickly zoning out. 'Zosh?'
'I feel really f-' she mumbled, before her head rolled back, falling unconscious. Ollie panicked, but then gazed to see she was bleeding...
'Zosia?' He called out, 'Zosia can you hear me?' He panicked, welling up. 'Stop mucking around, I've told you before you're not funny' he again desperately hoped she was joking, but unfortunately they were in trouble... he tried his best to help her, and was relieved when the ambulance arrived.
'Ok love, I see congratulations are in order!' Dixie smiled as she started to tend to Zosia while Iain took the baby.
'Please help her, she just collapsed, she's haemorrhaged' Ollie gabbled quickly, running a stressed hand through his hair.

'Mr Self! I think you'll want to come with me' Mr T frowned, looking worried. He had just received the call about Zosia coming in with Ollie and their premature daughter, and it struck him as being lucky that he would happen to catch Zosia's dad on the Keller staircase on his way down to reception to meet the ambulance.
'What's happening?!' Guy demanded, clearly panicked and confused by Mr T's anxious instruction.
'Zosia's had the baby' he blurted out, and Guy froze, the colour draining from his face.
'Wh-what?' He gasped, hardly wanting to believe it.
'It was a very quick labour and delivery and baby girl is doing well, despite being 6 weeks early. However, Zosia haemorrhaged just after the birth. She and Ollie didn't make it to the hospital in time and she gave birth in the car, about half an hour away from here, they're on their way in by ambulance now' Mr T frowned, feeling bad for having to break this news to Guy.
'Oh dear god- how is she?' Guy panicked.
'She's lost a lot of blood according to the paramedics, we'll know more when they arrive.'
'Thanks Mr T, Zosia's been unconscious since our arrival, severe postpartum haemorrhage, we've given her IV fluids and oxytocin' Dixie informed them both, getting the trolley down from the back of the ambulance. Guy was in shock at seeing her like this, and then Ollie climbed out, carrying the baby. Guy hardly had time to react before Iain took the baby to take her to neonatal to be checked over, but both men looked on in a panic as Zosia was wheeled away.
'I should go with her' Ollie pointed out, still in shock, and as he went to move to follow them, Guy pulled his arm back gently.
'She'd want you to be with the baby, go' Guy instructed, and Ollie shook his head.
'I need to be with Zosia'
'Ollie, we both know there's nothing we can do, we need to let Mr T and his team do their jobs. I will wait for news, it could be a while. You go and be with your daughter' he reasoned, and Ollie nodded reluctantly.
'Let me know as soon as you hear anything?' He pleaded, and Guy nodded.
'Of course' he assured, and as Ollie turned away to head to neonatal, Guy called after him. 'Oh and Valentine...congratulations' Guy smiled a small smile. Both of them were wishing that this was an unquestionably happy occasion, but with Zosia being unwell and in theatre, it was hard to celebrate unconditionally.

After a while of pacing around in the corridor, Guy decided to go and see how Ollie was doing in neonatal, and he finally got a chanc to meet his granddaughter properly. He entered the room where Ollie was standing next to a heated clear box where the baby was being kept warm.
'She's beautiful' Guy smiled, placing a hand on Ollie's shoulder. However, they were soon distracted by Mr T entering. He looked like he had something urgent to say, and both men felt tense at his body language. 'Is Zoshie ok?'
'I'm afraid it's placenta accreta- it caused the premature labour and the heavy bleeding because the uterus hasn't expelled the placenta as it should have done. It is unfortunate and terrifying that it can go completely undetected in scans, as it has done here. We're starting her on blood transfusions, but I'm afraid because we did not know that this was a possibility and the unfortunate delay, we need to perform a hysterectomy- the damage to her uterus is too severe. Do I have your consent to do this procedure?' He asked, again, feeling awful that he had to break such bad news.
Ollie froze. A hysterectomy? 'There has to be another way' he welled up, bringing his hand to his mouth, looking stressed.
Mr T shook his head sadly. 'We're out of options, I'm so sorry' he frowned. Ollie turned away, not wanting Guy and Mr T to see him cry. Guy placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder, and spoke calmly and kindly.
'This is a terrible shock, that all of this has happened. But we will all be there to help you and Zosia through it. Now, just give a nod to show you give consent, it'll save her life'
Ollie nodded, and Mr T nodded back in understanding. 'Ok, thank you Ollie. I'll be back when the procedure is finished. I am so sorry it's come to this' he frowned, before leaving the room. Guy gave Ollie a hug as he let out all the pent up emotion that had built up all day, and after a while he felt calmer.
'I think she's a lucky little lady' a nurse said, coming over towards the cot. 'You can hold her if you like?' She offered kindly, and Ollie nodded. He had already had cuddles in the ambulance while Dixie was seeing to Zosia, but he was relieved beyond words that she was ok. As the nurse passed her to him, he welled up at how perfect she was, and so did Guy.
'Ollie...she's absolutely beautiful' Guy sniffed as he reached out and stroked one of her tiny hands. 'Did you ever decide on a name? Zoshie told me that Willis was a favourite...'
Ollie shook his head. 'I only kept suggesting it to wind her up' he laughed gently, sniffing back more tears, and passing her to Guy to hold. 'I think I should wait until Zosia wakes up before we decide on anything...' and Guy nodded...it had been a roller coaster of a day, and he felt totally unprepared for being a father so soon, but seeing his baby doing well was giving him hope for Zosia making it through this ordeal emotionally and physically- she had to make it. She'd been through too much, and this was all so unfair.
'Everything will be fine, you know?' Guy reassured him, and he nodded in acceptance. It was a waiting game now.