Canada looked at the strip in his hand. It showed two periwinkle-blue stripes in the little window. "Could this be…?" he wondered, his heart beating slowly. Thrilled, he ran into his bedroom to wake up England, France, Ireland and Newfoundland (soon to be Newfoundland Sr.).
"England, France, Ireland, Newfoundland! Wake up!" Canada whispered excitedly, shaking them all awake crazily. They all groaned and woke up, rubbing themselves. "Ugh… What…" England grumbled, still half-asleep. Canada, beaming brightly, lay his hand on his stomach. "Qu'est ce? What is it?" asked France. Canada rubbed his stomach, and there was a long silence.
Finally, after what felt more like hours rather than minutes, Canada proclaimed the happy news. "I'm pregnant," he announced proudly. England, France, Ireland and Newfoundland all gasped loudly. "Oh, congratulations," cried Ireland, getting up from his bed. "We're so proud of you," smiled England. France and Newfoundland cooed in delight. They all came together in a big embrace, their arms all interlinked with each other, like paper dolls.
A few months in, and Canada's bump was beginning to show clearly. Since he always wanted his children to grow up happy and healthy, he tried to live as good-naturedly as possible. He went to one of those ante-natal classes so he could prepare the muscles in his southern region for childbirth. England, France, Ireland, Canada's other province and territory children and Newfoundland saw his bump growing bigger every day. Alberta and Saskatchewan had just entered mid-childhood, and they were curious to know what was going on inside Canada's belly. "Think of my belly like an oven," he told them in a way they could easily understand for their age. "It's heating up the pie inside." Alberta and Saskatchewan stared at each other in awe. Canada really knew how to teach them new things!
Canada's stomach was now as puffy as a water balloon. He sprinted around Big Beach, showing his bump to everyone there. "Wow, Canada's looking good," commented Manitoba. British Columbia, who was in late childhood, didn't agree with his statement. "Beauty isn't everything in the world," she argued. "You love your own father just for his appearance? I don't think so. Love your father for what he is, not what he looks like." "She's right," replied Prince Edward Island. She was in mid-childhood, and she was Canada's mother, and also (rather illogically) one of his children. New Brunswick and Nova Scotia, although they had just hit puberty, were kissing each other. It was puppy love amongst Canada's children.