A Strong Family Chapter 4: Getting Bigger, a speed racer fanfic

Chapter 4: Getting Bigger

Watching Trixie, Speed couldn't believe her behavior. Sure his wife was going to have mood swings because of her pregnancy, but right now she was acting down right outrageous. It all started after Speed stepped out of their kitchen while his food was be warmed in the microwave. He had forgotten what she had said about not being able to take leftovers being heated up in the black box since the smell made her very sick. And now it seemed it also made her crazy. He had immediately headed back into the kitchen when he heard such rage in her voice. Totally shocked when he saw what she was doing, he yelled, "No, Trixie! Don't! You'll hurt yourself picking that up!"

Looking very upset as she looked at her husband, she yelled, "I told you that I can't tolerate the smell of leftovers being warmed up!" Before Speed could stop her, she picked the microwave up surprisingly with no problem, then headed straight towards the window and threw it right through.

In disbelief, Speed ran to that window. When he looked through the broken glass he saw the microwave on the ground, his left over pizza lying next to it. With a look of shock on his face, he turned back to his wife.

While her hands massaged her growing belly, she threatened, "If you say anything, I'll throw you through the window next."

Suddenly Speed woke up in their bed, and he felt relief as he slowly sat up and whispered, "It was a dream."

His happy pregnant wife, unlike in the dream, was standing in front of the mirror with a pillow under her shirt.

Speed had to smile as he moved off of the bed and walked over to her. "Trying to see what you'll look like in a few months?" he asked standing behind her as he wrapped his arms around her.

Pulling the pillow out from under her shirt, she said, "You could say that." Beginning to smile, she added, "My pants are getting too tight and I'm tired of leaving them unbuttoned. I think it's time for maternity pants."

"Let's go buy some," Speed said though he normally didn't like to shop.

"Your Mom already brought me some clothes the other day."

"She's so excited," Speed said as Trixie turned around in his arms to give him a good morning kiss. He kissed her back then said, "The baby's all my Mom can talk about."

When Speed released his wife, she started going through the maternity pants that were lying on a chair near by. "Mom's been great. She's been helping me so much."

"Yeah," Speed said not surprised as he sat down on the end of the bed. "Are you still feeling better?"

"Yes. I feel a hundred times better. How about you?" she asked smiling back at her husband who had been just as sick if not more than she had been.

"I'm fine," he said as he rolled his eyes from being slightly embarrassed.

Trixie dropped the pants, walked over to him, and then pushed him down onto the bed. Lying down by his side, she placed her hand on his flat stomach.

"What are you doing?" he asked wanting to know.

"I was just making sure that there's not a baby in there since you've been so sick yourself," she said with a smirk.

"Wouldn't the press love that," Speed said as he put his hand on her and gently moved it. "We know there's a little one here."

"Yeah," she said so thrilled to be carrying their child.

"So," Speed said sitting up. "How about some breakfast?"

"Sounds good," she said taking Speed's hand to let him pull her up.

"What do you feel like eating?"

"Pizza," she said following him out of the room.

"For breakfast?" he asked suddenly remembering his dream.

"Why not? There's some left over pizza in the refrigerator."

Looking worried, he recalled his dream of her throwing the microwave through the window.

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It was a month later when Speed was once again at the track practicing. Also there, Sparky was timing his racing friend and very pleased with the results. However, Sparky didn't know that he wasn't the only one timing Speed.

"How was it?" Speed asked jumping out of the Mach 5 and then walking over to Sparky and Pops.

"Even better than yesterday!" Sparky exclaimed as he opened the hood of the Mach 5.

"Great, Son," Pops said proudly as he patted him on the back. "If you keep this up, you're sure to win the race that the Zodiacs will be in."

"Piece of cake," Speed said confidently.

Appearing it seemed from out no where, Ben, one of the drivers on the Zodiac team, said, "I think you shouldn't be in the race."

"Why's that!" Pops roared before Speed even had a chance to say a thing. "Is it because Speed will beat the Zodiac's again?"

Remaining calm and with a sick smile on his face, Ben looked at Speed and said, "It would make your life a lot easier if you stayed out of the race."

"What is that suppose to mean!" Speed yelled outraged as he got in Ben's face.

Losing his smile, Ben said, "Let's just say that if I were you, I wouldn't be in the race."

"Well," Speed began in a determined voice, "I'm in the race and you can go tell your leader that I'm not getting out of it."

"That's right," Pops said now sounding calmer. "You can't scare my son."

"We'll see," Ben said putting on his sunglasses. "We'll see," he repeated just before he turned and left.

"Who does he think he is?" Speed asked disgusted as Ben left the track. "Did he really think I'd say, 'Oh...okay, Ben. I won't be in the race so the Zodiacs can have a better chance at winning.'"

Closing the hood of the Mach 5, Sparky said, "The truth is, they'rescared of you."

"Sparky's right," Pops said now even prouder of his son. "They know how much of a better driver you are." Completely changing the subject, he then asked, "How's my daughter-in-law been feeling?"

Speed smiled totally forgetting about Ben. "She's doing fine, and I'm sure you noticed that she's finally showing."

"Yes, I did," Pops said happily.

"Is she starting to wobble when she walks?" Sparky asked seriously.

"I haven't noticed that," Speed said rubbing the back of his head.

Sparky smiled. "I guess as long as she doesn't quack, everything will be alright."

Before Speed could tell Sparky to shut-up, Pops said, "She's been having a good time picking out things for my grandchild with your Mother, Speed."

"Yeah. I'll be working on the baby's room tonight," Speed said actually happy about working on the house.

"Son. Let me know if you need help," Pops said patting him on the back once again.

"Thanks. But for now I think I've got it covered."

Far away in the distance watching them, was the leader of the Zodiacs. It aggravated him greatly that Ben's words obviously hadn't fazed Speed at all.

That night after dinner, Speed decided to tell Trixie about Ben being at the track earlier that day till he found her on the sofa crying. "Trixie," he said sitting down next to her. "What 's wrong? Do you feel alright?" he asked with concern.

"I'm fine. I'm fine," she said appearing aggravated as she wiped her tears away with a kleenex.

"Then why are you crying?" he asked putting his arms around her as she put her head on his shoulder.

"I didn't want to. I just couldn't help it," she said between sniffles.

"Well...what is it?"

"I...I wanted some ice-cream, and when I looked in the freezer there was none."

As if he was missing something, he asked, "That's it?"

"I told you I didn't want to cry but I was...so upset that we didn't have anymore ice-cream that I couldn't help it."

Speed lifted Trixie's face and as he wiped her tears away, he said, "I'll leave to go buy some right now."

"Thank you," she said putting her head on his shoulder once again as he fought hard not to laugh his head off.

As Speed pulled off in the Mach 5, he finally let himself laugh, relieved that his wife's tears were only over ice-cream. He knew it was true that her emotions were definitely out of wack for now. And though she may not have been eating a ton of food, she sure did want her ice- cream.

A month later, Speed and Trixie sat on their sofa feeling very content. They had gone to the doctor's that day for a check up and got to experience something so wonderful. "I know I heard it before," Speed said taking Trixie's hand, "But I love hearing the baby's heartbeat."

"Me too," she said softly as she laid a hand on her child.

Glancing down to where Trixie had grown quite a bit, Speed's eyes widened when he saw something move under her shirt."

Reading his eyes, Trixie said, "You saw it. Didn't you?" Then grabbing his hand, she said, "Put your hand on me."

Placing his hand on her, Speed sat there silent for a few seconds then expressed joyfully, "I felt it move. It doesn't hurt. Does it?"

"It hasn't yet," Trixie said really loving the feeling.

Speed then leaned closer to the baby and said, "Hey. You still have about a month and a half in there, so don't be too hard on your Mommy." Speed then kissed his wife's belly through her shirt before lifting his head to kiss her lips.

After the kiss, Trixie smiled back and asked, "So what do you think he or she will be? A race car driver or a pilot?"

"Both," Speed said having great confidence in their child.

One week later, the pregnant couple was walking down a main street hand in hand, going in and out of different stores for some more baby shopping. Racer X was walking behind them when he realized who they were.

"Speed, Trixie," he called to them.

Speed and Trixie stopped and turned to see him.

"Hey," Speed said shaking his hand. Speed hadn't seen the Masked Racer for about ten months. "Where have you been?"

Racer X couldn't tell Speed what he had really been doing since he was an undercover agent but he wasn't too worried about answering Speed's question upon seeing a very pregnant Trixie. "I see congratulations are in order," he said looking at the two. Putting his hand on Trixie's shoulder, he said, "Walking behind you, I couldn't even tell you are pregnant."

"Isn't that neat?" Speed exclaimed with a laugh.

"Then I turn around and...there it is," Trixie said smiling.

The Masked Racer wasn't sure what to say, still surprised that he was going to be an uncle. "So do you know what it is?" He couldn't help but wonder if the baby would be his niece or nephew.

"No," Trixie said happily. "We want to be surprised."

"That's nice," Racer X answered. "I'm really happy for the two of you."

"Are you going to be in the race?" Speed asked before Racer X could leave.

"With all of the publicity on the Zodiacs, you would think they were the only ones in the race," Racer X said sounding a tad aggravted.

"No kidding," Speed said, now annoyed himself.

"I'm not sure if I'm going to compete in it yet, but I'll be around," Racer X said knowing that for sure. He already missed enough being away for as long as he had on a speical undercover job.

"Well...keep in touch," Speed said as his friend began to leave.

"Take care of that baby," the Masked Racer said looking at the young couple.

Speed let go of Trixie's hand and while putting his arm around her shoulders, he said, "Don't worry about that."

Another week later, Speed finished the baby's room, and Trixie was at a loss for words when she saw the finished product. She happily looked at the border wall paper with all of the bright colored balloons and smiled over the white, baby furniture now all put together. Happy tears wanted to fall but she held them in. Her roller coaster emotions had had her crying more than enough lately. "I love it, Speed," She said continuing to look around.

Also looking around, Speed agreed that the bright colors made the room look like the perfect baby room. He then looked back to see Trixie's smiling face and with his hand now on her lower back, he asked, "Is your back still bothering you?"

"Only a little," she said not wanting to complain about her new, extra weight.

Speed smiled as he moved behind her. He then began to gently massage her back and received an approving sigh from her.

After massaging it for a good few minutes, he walked to the small radio he had in the room for the times he had been working, and then he turned it on. Within seconds he found a slow song before proceeding to walk back to her. "Let's dance," he said smiling.

"With this huge belly?" she asked looking down.

"Just turn sideways a little," he joked as he wrapped his arms around her. They then began to move slowly to the music. While dancing, Speed began to feel emotional and couldn't help but pour out his feelings for her. "Do you know how happy I am?"

"Yes, I am too," she said lifting her face to look into his sincere blue eyes.

"Where would I be without you?" he asked truly meaning it.

"I'm sure you'd be racing."

"It wouldn't be the same," he said seriously as they stopped dancing.

"I know. We're stronger together."

"We are," he said just before kissing her softly.

"I love you,"she said after the sweet kiss.

"I love you," he said as his hands moved to hold her face. "Do you know I've fallen in love with you all over again since you've been pregnant, watching as you take care of our baby. Then looking even deeper into her eyes, he said as serious as ever, "And I swear to take care of you and the baby, always. God knows you've always taken care of me."

Trixie smiled back so touched as she said, "I know you will."

With that Speed pushed her hair behind her ear and brushed her lips with yet another kiss.

After, Trixie asked with a smile, "Do you know what I feel like eating right now?"

Shaking his head yes that he knew, Speed answered, "Ice-cream."

"How did you ever guess?" she teased.

Wthin minutes they walked into the kitchen but when Speed opened the freezer door, the ice-cream was gone. "Okay. Don't panic. I will go buy some more right now."

Trixie hated for him to go out but her craving for the dessert made her say, "Well...get two gallons so we don't run out as fast."

"Sure," Speed said while thinking that as of now she could out eat anyone when it came to ice-cream.

"Just be careful," she said after he gave her a kiss good-bye.

"I'll be right back," he said walking out the door.

"This is going to be easy," a man named Conrad said to his helper Tim who was in a car with him outside of Speed and Trixie's house. "Speed's actually leaving. We can do what we need to do before he comes back."

"Right. Come on," Tim said ready to go into the house since the Mach 5 soon disappeared out of sight.

Trixie was sitting on the sofa when she heard the door open. "I know you drive fast Speed but it's impossible for you to be back already."

Speed didn't answer but instead a very tall man and a short, bald man appeared before her. Trixie definitely wasn't in shape to try to fight the two men like she normally would have, and she began to panic.

"You didn't say she was pregnant," Tim, the short stocky one said looking at the much taller bald Conrad.

"What do you want?" Trixie cried out with fear in her voice.

"He didn't tell me she was pregnant," Conrad said sounding upset about that as well.

"Who are you!" Trixie demanded as she stood up, which wasn't easy for her in her condition from the sofa.

"Look, lady. We're not going to hurt you but I can promise we will hurt your husband when he comes back if you don't come with us now," Tim said trying to sound nice if that was possible.

"Hurt him?" Trixie asked fearing for Speed's life.

"More like...kill him," Conrad said needing to convince the pregnant woman to leave with them now and without a struggle.

That was enough for Trixie to give in to them.

"Lady. We already said we're not going to hurt you," Tim said feeling a bit guilty. "Calm down. You don't want to go into labor right now."

"Take her to the car," Conrad said not feeling nearly half as badly as his partner. "I'll be there in a few seconds."

A tear ran down Trixie's face as she walked out with Tim hoping that Speed didn't pull up yet since she feared for his life.

Conrad wanted to scare Speed so he knocked a couple of lamps and some other things over in the house then left the front door wide open before he met up with Tim and the hostage.

Speed pulled up into his driveway about five minutes later. Carrying the ice-cream he wondered why the front door was wide open. "Trixie!" he called walking into his house. Upon seeing the mess in the den, he dropped the ice-ream onto the floor. His chest began to hurt from the pounding of his heart as he ran into each room looking for his pregnant wife. When he had gone back into the den to see the mess once again, he felt like he was going insane from not knowing what happened. "Trixie!" he screamed from the top of his lungs.

It's finally getting serious. I hope you continue to read. Thanks, Jen