A Strong Family Chapter 3: The Announcement, a speed racer fanfic

Chapter 3: The Announcement

The news of the baby had both Speed and Trixie extremely thrilled and wanting to tell his parents in a special way. After thinking on how and where, the two decided to have Speed's family over for dinner. They were both ecstatic as they made plans for a dinner to announce their good news, and decided to cook something really delicious to start the night off just right. Lasagna ended up being their choice for dinner since Pops and Mom Racer loved it.

With cooking needed to be done, it wasn't long till Speed and Trixie were in the grocery shopping together. Trixie had written down all of the ingredients so she knew just where to go in the store to get in and out fast. However, Speed had a different idea. He wanted to go down each and every row as he looked around saying, "We have time."

"Then we'll definitely need a basket," she said starting to push one.

"No wait. I'll push it," Speed said gently pulling the basket away from her. "It might get too heavy for you to push."

"Speed. I come to the grocery every week and push a heavy basket," Trixie said following Speed as he started to move down the first row.

"I know," he said; eying up the shelves. "But in your condition I think I should handle this."

"In my condition?" she asked; the pregnancy popping up in her head as if it hadn't already been there. "Speed," she said putting her hand on his wrist; making him stop. "I don't want you to go nuts worrying about me. I'll be careful."

Gently he put his other hand on her face and said, "Look. I know you're going to take care of yourself, but when I'm around, I want to do as much as I can." With that, he winked at her before starting to push the basket once again.

"Okay," Trixie said letting out a breath. "When we get home you can vacuum, mop and clean both of the bathrooms."

Speed only looked at her wondering what he had gotten him self into. Though he did help her around the house at times it sounded like the help she wanted now was going to make him feel like he was being tortured.

"I'm just kidding," she said and then smiled upon seeing the relieved look on his face.

"You're going to have all kinds of mood swings. Aren't you?" he asked with a look of fear on his face.

"Probably, and you're going to love them all," Trixie said punching him lightly on his arm.

"This is going to be really...frightening," he said before finding him self giving into a smile.

About twenty minutes later, Trixie was glad that Speed was the one pushing the basket since he had it filled to the top with junk.

"Speed. Do you even eat this brand of chips?" Trixie asked picking up the bag that was on top of the pile in the basket.

"They look good to me," Speed said casually.

"Apparently everything in the store looks good to you," she said rolling her eyes. "If you came shopping every week, we'd be broke."

"Should I put some back?" he asked as he stopped the basket to look at the things he had piled in it.

"No. I already put some stuff back when you weren't looking."

"Trixieee," Speed pouted like a child. As she laughed he couldn't help but laugh back before he said, "I guess that's why you're the one who fools with our bills."

"Thank, God," she said glad he appreciated her. "We'd have to sell the house to pay for our groceries if I wasn't."

Suddenly something caught Speed's eyes making him change the subject. "Look. There's the baby isle!"

Five minutes later they were both still happily looking at everything on the row. "Man...diapers are expensive," he said surprised.

"Look," Trixie said walking to Speed with a bib in her hand. "It says 'I love Daddy.'"

Speed smiled and then his eyes lifted to Trixie's as he said, "I love Mommy."

"I love Daddy, too," she said just before giving him a kiss.

"You two are absolutely pathetic. Can't you even control yourselves in the grocery?" Sparky asked with his arms folded; standing in front of his basket.

"What are you doing here?" Speed asked ignoring Sparky's last comment.

"I do eat too," Sparky said looking at the tremendous pile of food in their basket. "I wonder how much more it would take before your basket collapses."

Trixie joked back, "Well...you know how I love to inhale food."

"I was just kidding when I said that," Sparky said unfolding his arms. "But imagine how much you're going to eat now!"

"Yeah," Speed said in amazement. "Give us your basket, Sparky. We need more room."

Pretending to be mad, Trixie folded her arms and then found her self yawning.

"Are you okay?" Speed asked concerned.

"I'm fine but at least now I know why I have been tired," she said just before yawning once again.

"Well come on. Let's get out of here," Speed said sounding a bit hyper. "We still have cooking to do."

"Before you leave," Sparky said looking at Speed, "I'm just letting you know that one of the Zodiac Racers is in here."

Jokenly, Trixie said, "Must be racer's day at the grocery."

"I guess jerks have to eat too," Speed said like he really didn't care to see the guy.

With a look of disgust, Sparky said, "I was just letting you know so you won't throw up if you see him."

"Nice chose of words," Trixie said not wanting to get sick.

"Oh...I'm sorry," Sparky said making a sorry face.

Ben was the driver for the Zodiacs, who was there. He had been shopping when he spotted Speed and Trixie. He noticed how they had a good time together even in the grocery. The leader of the Zodiacs had been telling his drivers that they needed to find Speed's weakness. Ben smiled now as he watched the couple while checking out their groceries. He thought to himself, Speed Racer's weakness is...his wife. She obviously means more to him than even racing.

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Later at home, both Speed and Trixie were preparing the lasagna; anticipating the moment they would tell his family the baby news. The table was set up and the food finished being cooked when the doorbell rang.

Opening the door, Speed moved aside so that his parents and Spritle could come in as he said, "Come in, come in."

Mom Racer kissed her son hello and Spritle patted Speed on the back while they walked in."

"Pops," Speed said wondering why his father was just standing outside not coming in. "Come in."

"What are you up to son?" he asked raising an eyebrow.

Speed let out a small laugh, before saying, "I'm not up to anything. Just come in."

Pops looked at him a second longer before he finally gave in and walked through the door.

Mom Racer was already in the kitchen placing a pie she had baked on the table for dessert.

"Thank you," Trixie said hugging her hello while Spritle began picking at the pie.

"Spritle," Mom Racer scolded. "Wait till later."

"Till after the announcement?" Spritle asked with a devious smile.

Trixie only smiled back. "Well...it's time to eat so let's all go sit down."

The dinner was nice as they talked about their normal things like racing and what was going on in the world.

"So," Pops said not wanting to wait anymore. "What is this announcement?"

Both Speed and Trixie looked at each other and smiled as their hands entwined on the top of the table.

"Ready?" Speed whispered to his wife.

"Yes," she whispered back as she squeezed his hand.

Speed focused his eyes on his parents to see that his Mom looked as if she was about to burst if she didn't hear what he had to say soon.

"Trixie is...pregnant," he said with the biggest smile.

"I knew it!" Mom Racer exclaimed getting up quickly, and running over to Trixie to hug her.

"You knew it?" Trixie asked surprised.

"The other day at our house when you weren't hungry and you were so tired, I was hoping that was the reason," she said now hugging Speed.

Pops looked really surprised and said to his wife, "Well if you knew, why didn't you tell me?"

"I wasn't sure," she said hugging him too because of the excitement.

"Cool," Spritle said, "That's means I'm going to be an uncle."

"That's right," Speed said picking up a bread roll and throwing it at his younger brother.

"When did you find out?" Mom Racer asked excitedly.

"I found out today for sure," Trixie said. "I hadn't even told Speed I suspected."

Mom Racerbeamed at her son, "You must have been thrilled."

"I was. I am,"he said cheerfully.

"What's wrong?" Spritle asked Pops. "You're not ready to be a Grand-Pa?"

"I'm thrilled for the kids," Pops said not wanting to look down in the dumps. "I just wish Rex was here to hear that he'll be an uncle too."

"I know, Pops," Speed said and then hugged his father.

Later that night after Speed's family left, he and his wife sat on the sofa comfortably in their night clothes and watched the TV.

Trixie was lying across the sofa with her head on Speed's lap by the time the news went off. Speed realized she had fallen asleep because of herslow and easy breathing.

Staring at her, he began to smile. Being happy just wasn't a strong enough word to describe how he felt. The thought of the two of them being parents was incredible. And God how much I love this woman, he thought pushing her hair behind her ear. Knowing she felt the same way about him made it even better. He leaned close to her face and whispered he loved her before kissing her forehead. Lifting his head back up, he looked down to where she wasn't showing yet, and whispered, "I love you too, little baby."

Two days later in the early morning, the morning sickness was kicking in. Poor Trixie was coming out of the bathroom just after being sick when Speed hugged her and asked, "Are you okay?"

"Yes. It's just morning sickness," she said feeling so exhausted as she hugged him.

"Come lay back down," he said wanting to make her comfortable.

"No. I'll be alright, and I should get used to it," she said letting go of her husband.

"I hate for you go through this," he said wishing he could do something.

"I'll live," she said not wanting him to worry.

Suddenly Speed himself didn't look so good. "I think I'm going to be sick," he said then quickly let himself into the bathroom. When he came out, he looked like Trixie did.

"Are you alright?" she asked wondering what was wrong with him.

"Yeah. I don't know what came over me," he said rubbing his stomach.

For the next three days poor Trixie was sick mornings and then just before she went to bed, but she wasn't alone. Speed was just as sick at almost the same times.

"I don't know what's wrong with me," he said lying in bed one night.

"I do," Trixie said with a laugh as she sat up.

"What?" he asked wanting to know. "I feel good all day except for when I wake up and at night."

"Sounds familiar," Trixie said still finding it hard to believe. "I spoke to Mom today and I told her how you are as sick as me."

"And...," Speed said waiting for her to say there was a virus going around.

"Mom said it sounds like you're having pregnancy symptoms," Trixie said trying not to laugh because she still didn't feel quite right herself.

Speed sat up and expressed, "What!"

"She said it's like you're having...sympathy pains because of me," Trixie said smiling, but sorry.

"What!" Speed exclaimed again. "I'm not pregnant!"

"No kidding but I guess because of our...closeness, you're having the same symptoms as me," she said watching him lay back down.

"What am I suppose to do?" he asked miserably.

"Eat a lot of crackers," Trixie said not meaning to sound so unsympathetic.

Poor Speed only moaned.

"Your Mom also said that Pops went through the same thing when she was pregnant for you."

"Really? Pops?" Speed asked starting to laugh but then he stopped because of his stomach.

The next morning they were both sick but again. Trixie was worried that the baby wasn't getting enough food from her being sick so much but the doctor assured her that everything was fine.

Once she got out of her first trimester, she and Speed were feeling a lot better. The morning and night sickness seemed to disappear. The only thing that still bothered her a lot were certain smells like Speed warming up leftovers in the microwave. One day her hermones made her tell Speed she was going to throw the microwave out of the window because of the smell. When she left the room, he only said, "Major mood swing."

Will Trixie actually throw the microwave through the window? Will Speed have labor pains too? Where's this danger I was talking about? Keep reading and you'll find out!