PART 2
(Steve's just got off the phone. He rushes into the office to grab his coat and keys. As Steve rushes out he bumps into Beppe.)
Beppe: Whoa! Slow down, Steve, mate. Where's the fire?
Steve: Beppe, are you okay on your own?
Beppe: Yeah, sure. What’s the matter?
Steve: Mel’s in labour.
(Steve hurries out to his car and drives to Walford General.)
(In the Delivery Suite.)
Midwife: Right, Melanie, you’re almost fully dilated.
Mel, (in pain.): Steve Owen when you get here I’ll kill you!
(Downstairs Steve rushes to reception.)
Steve, (hurried): I’m looking for Melanie Owen, she’s having a baby.
Receptionist: You are?
Steve: Steve Owen, her Husband.
Receptionist: Okay. (Types Mel’s name into the computer.) Right, she’s in Maternity. You go into lift up to Level 2 and turn right, she’s delivery room 3.
Steve: Thanks.
(Up in delivery room 3.)
Midwife: Okay, Melanie, you’re doing really well, just relax...
(Knock at the door.)
Midwife: Just a minute.
(The Midwife opens the door. Steve explains who he is.)
Midwife: There’s a visitor for you, Melanie.
(Steve walks over to Mel.)
Mel, (breathless.): Steve.
Steve: Babe, how are you?
Mel, (laughing): I’ve been better.
(30 minutes later.)
Midwife: Okay, Melanie, I can see the head. On the next contraction push really hard for me.
Mel: (starts to cry.) Acccccccccccccccccch!!
Steve, (gently mops Mel’s brow with a cool flannel.): Alright, babe.
Midwife: Well done, the head’s out, one last push.
Mel: Acccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccch!!!!!!!!!!!!
(A baby starts crying.)
Midwife: Congratulations, Mr &Mrs Owen, you have a healthy baby girl.
(The midwife gently cleans the baby then wraps her in a blanket.)
Steve: It’s finally happened, Mel...we’re parents!
(The midwife hands the baby to Mel.)
Mel, (choked with tears of happiness.): Oh Steve, isn’t she beautiful?
Steve: Just like you.
(Steve and Mel kiss.)
(A while later.)
Mel:, (looking down at her baby.): Well, little one, I think we should call you.... Lydia.
Steve, (curious): Why Lydia?
Mel: I used to know someone at school called Lydia...she was a really sweet girl, a few years younger than me.
Steve: Fair enough.......how about Jacqueline for her middle name?
Mel: After Jackie?
.(Steve nods.)
Mel: Perfect
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Steve: Lydia Jacqueline Owen...our daughter