Disclaimer: I don't own the incredibles.

A/N: This was inspired after chasing my three year old cousin around the park while babysitting. Regular kids are hard enough, I started to wonder how hard it would be if your kids had superpowers. So here it is, the first chapter in what will become a series of One-shots looking into what it's like to have super children. I hope you enjoy, Please Review.

"What are we going to do? It's not like we have careers that we can fall back on. This is what we know." Bob said.

I peeked my head out of the bathroom. Bob was sitting on the bed looking sad. He's been taking this anti-super movement badly. "Who knows, Bob? Maybe this is a blessing in disguise. We can just be normal people."

I went back into the bathroom and looked at the small device on the edge of the sink. I checked my watch. Less than a minute.

I heard Bob sigh. I picked up the device, relieved that it finally decided to show the results. Maybe this will finally cheer Bob up.

"I always thought of myself as a great superhero. Now... I don't know. I don't know how to do anything else." Bob said sadly as I sat behind him on the bed.

I wrapped my arms around him and kissed his neck. "I think there's a lot of things that you would be great at."

"Like what?"

I rested my chin on his shoulder. "Like, I think you're going to make a great father." I held up the positive pregnency test.

Bob took the test from my hands. He looked at it for several minutes and I began to worry that maybe he wasn't happy about the results. Feeling disappointed, I moved to sit next to him on the bed.

"You're pregnant." Bob said softly.

I looked at him trying to find any clue to how he felt. "I know we didn't plan this, Honey, but..."

Bob looked over at me with a big smile. "You're pregnant." He repeated, excitedly.

Relief and happiness washed over me. "We're having a baby!" Bob said, laughing. He hugged me tightly. "Honey, I love you so much!"

Later, while I was on the phone with my mother, Bob was still planning.

"Uh huh. Yeah. Bob's over the moon about the news." I said into the phone.

"Honey, Honey. Let's move out east. New York, maybe. The leaves change colours. There's lots of snow in the winter. Think of how much fun it will be! Honey, look at these houses!" Bob said excitedly, trying to get my attention and showing me pictures of houses.

My mother caught bits and pieces of Bob's rant. "You're moving to New York? How wonderful. You'll be closer to us..." And with that, my mother started to ramble.

"...And we'll be away from the city and distractions. It will just be me and you and the baby..."

"...And your father will be so thrilled..."

I laughed at the overlapping rambling. "Settle down, everyone. We still have time to figure things out." I said.

"Nine months is going to go by awfully fast..." My mother warned.

It did happen fast. By my sixth month, we were settled in our new home in upstate New York. Half of our belongings still in neatly labeled boxes. My mother warned that the next three months would fly by even faster.

It was during my sixth month that we got a surprise at the doctor's office.

"Alright, let's take a look at this baby." The doctor said in a cheerful voice.

Bob was holding my hand, already looking like a proud father. I could hear the baby's heartbeat through the speakers.

The doctor looked at the screen confused. "Hmmmm."

Bob's hand tightened around mines. "Is there something wrong with the baby?" Bob asked, sounding concerned.

"No... not exactly. The heartbeat sounds normal... it's just that..." He moved the sonogram wand around. "I can't seem to find the baby..."

"What? How can you not find the baby? I can feel the baby in there!" I said.

Bob rubbed my arm comfortingly.

The doctor still looked confused. He stopped moving the wand. He pointed to the screen. "Here's where the heartbeat's the loudest. And here's the umbilical cord. The baby should be right here..."

There was a flicker of something on the screen. The doctor smiled and looked at us. "You're both supers, right?"

"Yeah." Bob and I said at the same time, our confusion apparent. He's a government doctor who was recommended to us because of his work with supers.

Suddenly there was movement on the screen. The baby suddenly appeared exactly where the doctor had been pointing before.

"Congratulations. It appears that you are carrying a super baby. It appears that the baby is able to go invisible." The doctor said.

Bob couldn't be happier, while I wondered what it would mean to have an invisible baby.

Bob spent the last three months working frantically on the baby's room.

I, on the other hand, worried about the smallest, most random things.

"What if my stomach stays this way after delivering the baby? What if it's stretched to it's limit and just doesn't snap back?" I whined one night.

"Honey, I'm sure it will go back to normal." Bob said calmly while putting the finishing touches on the baby's room.

I lifted my shirt and looked at my stomach. There were advantages of being Elastigirl. I didn't have to waddle around, for the most part I could do just about anything by stretching my arms to get things. I also didn't worry about pregnancy causing stretch marks since my skin is so flexible.

Despite this, I just couldn't shake the fear that my stomach would not snap back into place after the baby was delivered.

"What if we're not ready? What if I'm not a good mom?" I questioned.

"We're ready. You'll be great." Bob said confidently.

By the nineth month, we were set. We were totally unpacked. The baby's room was filled with everything a baby could ever need. Bob and I had read every parenting and baby book we could find. No matter how much you prepare though, you're never prepared enough for when it actually happens.

The contractions were small at first. Bob frantically rushed me to the hospital at the first sign of contractions. The nurses and doctor checked on us regularly. We had been there for about twelve hours when the doctor said, "We'd like to give you something to help the baby along."

He explained what he had planned. It appeared that the baby needed to come out, but wasn't quite ready to do so on its own yet. I felt for the baby. I wasn't quite ready yet either.

"Bob, I can't do this. I'm not ready." I said while squeezing his hand. The contractions were almost too painful to manage.

Bob kissed my cheek. "You're ready. I'm here. You have to be strong for our baby."

I nodded and took a deep breath.

"Okay, get ready too push." The doctor said.

"We don't have a name picked out!" I said suddenly. After all the planning and work over the last nine months, how could we not have a name picked out?

"Okay, push."

I thought being a superhero would help during the delivery. Boy, was I wrong. Though, if being Elastigirl did help during the delivery, I'd hate the feel what average women go through.

Though, in the end, it was well worth it.

"Congratulations, you have a beautiful, healthy baby girl!" The doctor announced.

The first time I saw her wide violet eyes, I knew what to call her.

"Violet." I said lovingly, holding her tiny hand. Bob kissed me and then the baby. "I love you." He said softly, looking happier than I'd ever seen him.