With one final, agonising push, the fourth of Taylor's children took their first breath in the world.
"You did it," Taylor laughed, his brow covered in almost as much sweat as Natalie's as she finally let go of his hand.
"Finally," Natalie leant back on the bed, breathing deeply.
"Congratulations," the nurse handed him to Taylor after a minor clean up.
Taylor bit his lip as he took the small boy into his arms, and immediately sat beside Natalie again to share the moment with her.
"Hey there Viggo," she smiled, reaching over to stroke his forehead softly, "is he okay?"
"He's fine. Same reaction as the rest," Taylor assured, having registered his waking cries.
Natalie sighed, and then laughed.
"He has your nose. Like all the boys."
"But he has your eyes," Taylor grinned.