THWACK! A pillow hit Port Hawkesbury Birchwood over her head. But this wasn’t abuse – she and her husband, Stellarton Bridges-Drummond, were playing around with each other. Stellarton tugged at her bedsheet, causing her to fall, crashing to the floor with a huge THUD! “Ouch,” said Port Hawkesbury, rubbing herself. “That hurt a little bit.” Stellarton laughed out loud, and soon enough, she laughed with him.

Now, they were beginning to feel deep passion inside both their bodies, moaning and groaning amorously as they groomed each other. Stellarton linked his arms with Port Hawkesbury’s. “Let’s get into bed,” he suggested. “Alright,” whispered Port Hawkesbury lovingly, and the two of them slipped into their double bed. Stellarton pulled the duvet over themselves – and they began to make the most passionate love they’d ever made in their lives.


Opening her eyes, Port Hawkesbury stared at the blank-canvas ceiling above. Stellarton lay asleep beside her, still soundly asleep. “I think I might be pregnant,” she suspected, feeling a mysterious lump inside her stomach and breathing quite heavily. Remembering she’d bought a pregnancy test the other day, she arose to go to the bathroom.

Holding the strip up to the light, Port Hawkesbury looked at the result.

Positive.

Gasping softly, she left the bathroom and shook Stellarton. “Stellarton,” she whispered. “What?” Stellarton whispered in response, waking up. Port Hawkesbury lay a hand on her stomach. “Stellarton,” she whispered again, breathing excitedly, and Stellarton gazed at her as a long, silent moment passed.

“I’m pregnant.”

Stellarton gasped happily. “Oh, I’m so proud,” he said, curling his arms around her, and they gave each other an affectionate kiss.


Port Hawkesbury sat in the waiting room at the Sutherland Harris Memorial Hospital, Stellarton holding his pregnant wife’s hand. A nurse soon came over. “Port Hawkesbury Birchwood and Stellarton Bridges-Drummond.” “Oh. That’s us,” said Stellarton, and they arose from their seats to follow the nurse to Dr. Kenningham’s room.

Entering the room, Port Hawkesbury and Stellarton each took a seat. Dr. Kenningham got up to shut the door, then returned to his desk. “Hello, Port Hawkesbury,” Dr. Kenningham greeted her. “And this is Stellarton,” she replied, introducing her husband.

“So, how’s your pregnancy going?” Dr. Kenningham asked Port Hawkesbury. “Oh, I feel a little ill sometimes. But other than that, I’m alright,” she replied.

“You’re four months pregnant,” Dr. Kenningham realized, noticing Port Hawkesbury’s puffy belly. “So you should eat plenty of fibre to promote good health for your child. And you should also consume low-fat food and drink to maintain your child’s healthy heart.” Stellarton lay a hand on Port Hawkesbury’s stout stomach and stroked it very gently. He jotted down some notes in his notebook.

“Do you drink or smoke?” Dr. Kenningham asked Port Hawkesbury. “No, never,” she replied. “And I don’t take any drugs either.” “Well, your lifestyle is very beneficial for your child,” said Dr. Kenningham. “Drinking alcohol, smoking and taking harmful drugs can be seriously damaging to your child. They could have foetal alcohol syndrome, or have physical or mental disabilities.” Stellarton jotted it all down in his notebook. He lay his hand on Port Hawkesbury’s bulging belly again and stroked it very tenderly. “I want my child to be a well little sweetheart.” “Well, Stellarton,” Dr. Kenningham remarked, “you’ve made a good choice for your child.”

Thanking both Port Hawkesbury and Stellarton for visiting him again, he said to Port Hawkesbury, “I wish the best for you and your baby. And you too, Stellarton.” “Thanks.” “Goodbye,” said Dr. Kenningham, and Port Hawkesbury and Stellarton both bid farewell back, leaving his room and shutting the door behind themselves. Stellarton touched Port Hawkesbury’s belly a third time and stroked it lovingly. He felt the baby kick inside. “This is OUR child,” he declared. Holding Port Hawkesbury’s hand, they both left the hospital and strolled off into the sunset.


Back at the hospital, and Port Hawkesbury and Stellarton had returned to the waiting room, Stellarton holding Port Hawkesbury’s hand again. The nurse from before approached them. “Port Hawkesbury Birchwood and Stellarton Bridges-Drummond.” Port Hawkesbury and Stellarton both arose and followed her again, this time to Dr. Jarl’s room. Entering, Stellarton took a seat while Port Hawkesbury lay down on a bench, lifting up her dress to reveal her stout stomach and pulling the blanket up to her lower abdomen. Dr. Jarl arose and shut the door, then returned to her chair. “Hello, Port Hawkesbury,” she greeted her. “This is Stellarton here,” said Port Hawkesbury, introducing her husband.

“So, you’re five months pregnant,” Dr. Jarl remarked, examining Port Hawkesbury’s puffy belly. “I’m going to carry out an ultrasound test to see how your baby is doing.” Port Hawkesbury nodded in approval, and the doctor applied some clear gel to her stomach. Feeling a sudden, intense chill on her bare flesh, she shuddered, groaning loudly. “Brrrrrr!” she exclaimed, shivering with the cold. “Yes, it is quite cold indeed, isn’t it?” Dr. Jarl laughed rather seriously. Bringing out her scanner, she began to glide it across Port Hawkesbury’s portly belly.

Very slowly, a blurry image of a medium-sized baby began to form on Dr. Jarl’s computer screen. Everyone watched with anticipation as the image gradually sharpened.

When the image had finally cleared, Port Hawkesbury and Stellarton both gasped with joy. “That’s our baby,” said Port Hawkesbury softly. The doctor examined the image and carefully checked it for abnormalities; she didn’t find any. Stellarton jotted down notes on everything that had happened so far today in his notebook.

Dr. Jarl put her scanner away and went over to the printer, collecting prints of Port Hawkesbury and Stellarton’s baby as they were ejected. Retrieving a blank, dark green folder from her desk, she stored the prints and wrote PORT HAWKESBURY BIRCHWOOD AND STELLARTON BRIDGES-DRUMMOND’S BABY PRINTS on the tab. She handed the folder to Port Hawkesbury, who flipped through the prints. Port Hawkesbury removed the blanket and cleaned the glacial gel off her belly, pulling her dress back down. She looked inside her folder and examined the prints in finer detail, showing them to Stellarton. “We can keep these as a memento of today,” he said.

“Well, thanks for visiting,” said the doctor, and Port Hawkesbury and Stellarton gave their thanks back. “Oh, and best wishes for you and your baby.” Port Hawkesbury felt her baby kicking inside her. “Goodbye,” said Dr. Jarl, and Port Hawkesbury and Stellarton bid farewell, too. Leaving the doctor’s room, they closed the door behind themselves and left the hospital.

Holding Stellarton’s hand, Port Hawkesbury kept her folder wedged in between her left arm and torso. Pausing under an illuminated streetlight, Port Hawkesbury fetched her folder and flipped through her prints again. “They’re lovely,” Stellarton admired. “Yes,” Port Hawkesbury agreed. Putting her prints back, Port Hawkesbury wedged her folder back under her left arm. Holding Stellarton’s arm again, they strolled off into the night.


Port Hawkesbury lay in bed, fast asleep. Stellarton lay beside her, also fast asleep. Everything seemed to be steeped in total silence.

Suddenly, a burning pain pierced Port Hawkesbury’s stomach, causing her to jolt awake and scream in agony, which caused Stellarton to jolt awake too. Realizing that Port Hawkesbury was about to give birth, he gasped in shock and dashed downstairs to dial 911. “Ambulance,” he requested. “To the Sutherland Harris Memorial Hospital. It’s my wife. She’s in labour.” He could hear her moaning and shrieking upstairs. Stellarton nodded and hung up, then returned to his bedroom to try to calm Port Hawkesbury down while he waited for an ambulance. He could hear the howling of a siren in the distance, increasing in volume as it approached the house.

A few minutes later, the ambulance arrived, its siren wailing and flashing vividly. Stellarton took Port Hawkesbury’s hand and hauled her up from the bed, then they both went downstairs to the ambulance, Stellarton laying his hand on Port Hawkesbury’s stout belly. An ambulance man shut the back doors, while another lay Port Hawkesbury, still coping with her labour, on a stretcher and strapped her in. Stellarton crouched down by her side. The ambulance raced frantically around town on the way to the hospital, its siren shrieking and flashing brightly.

Eventually, the ambulance arrived at the hospital. The driver lowered the back ramp, and several ambulance men opened the back doors, rushing Port Hawkesbury into the hospital as they unstrapped her, with Stellarton following them inside.

Arriving at the maternity ward, the ambulance men transferred Port Hawkesbury to a hospital bed, then quickly left. Port Hawkesbury’s midwife, seeing her struggling, went up to her, and Port Hawkesbury began to push. “Come on! Keep pushing!” she encouraged her.

Two doctors approached Port Hawkesbury – one stood at her side, the other at the end of the bed. Port Hawkesbury’s midwife peeked under her blanket and spotted two little feet, covered in blood. “I see two little feet!” she shouted, and Port Hawkesbury kept on pushing.

Next, she spotted two little legs, also covered in blood. Port Hawkesbury pushed with great force. Stellarton watched, jotting down notes of everything he’d seen so far today in his notebook.

Port Hawkesbury’s midwife spotted a little torso and a creamy, veined umbilical cord, both covered in blood. One doctor grasped hold of a little blood-spattered leg. Port Hawkesbury carried on with her pushing, and her midwife spotted a little head, arms and hands – all caked with blood.

At last, Port Hawkesbury gave a final push, screaming at the top of her voice. And with that, the second doctor caught her newborn in his arms. “It’s a boy.” Port Hawkesbury smiled blissfully. Some post-natal doctors came up and took her newborn. One cut his umbilical cord off, and the other slapped his backside, holding him by his ankle. They handed Port Hawkesbury her newborn back.

Port Hawkesbury looked down at her son – freshly born, crying noisily. She stroked him gently. “He’s so sweet,” said Stellarton. Port Hawkesbury agreed. “He’s perfect.”

Admiring their newborn son for a few more minutes, Stellarton asked, “What you’re gonna name him, then?” Port Hawkesbury pondered on some names for a while.

Finally, she made a decision. She chose to name her newborn son Pictou. The moment she said that name, he began to cry even louder. “Pictou,” Stellarton repeated. “A sweet-sounding name for a sweet little Acadian Canadian Boy like him.” Port Hawkesbury agreed. “Yes.” Pictou cried at the top of his voice, Stellarton jotted down some more notes in his notebook. “Welcome to the world, Pictou Denoon,” Port Hawkesbury greeted her newborn son sweetly. “He’s our baby,” said Stellarton. Pictou kept on crying very noisily.

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