Charley was more nervous than she had ever been in her life. In her hands were three tests. Each one indicating she was very pregnant in slightly different ways. "We wanted kids, but we wanted them after this whole Limburger mess was long done!" She said. She looked out of the window of the garage to the debris littered streets of Chicago, then said, "Is this the environment I want to bring a child into? Dirty streets, large holes, leading to the pits of hell, and not even a decent Ball Team this year! Guess my 'Protection' isn't too effective against Martian Essence." She turned back to the bike she was supposed to be working on, shrugged her shoulders, and went back to work.
The guys had just finished stopping one of Limburger's schemes, for the fourth time this week. All three of them were high on adrenaline and Machismo. Hooting and Hollering as they rode down the streets.
Vinnie lifted the front wheel of his bike, yelling "Awooo! Are we the Baddest Mama Jammers this side of Mars!" He managed to get his bike to spin clockwise on the rear tire while maintaining the forward momentum. Then lowered the front wheel back to the ground, and said, "Say it with me bros!" He started singing, "Hit the road Larry, and don't you come back no more no more no more no more!"
Modo and Throttle tried their best to tune out Vinnie's Off Tune singing. But failing since he was so loud. "I don't know what's worse. Limburger's odor, or Vinnie's singing," Modo asked.
"That's easy, Vinnie's singing," Throttle answered. Followed by, "Yo Vinnie! Some of us like our ears!"
Vinnie stopped singing, and said, "You two just don't appreciate good singing."
"Yeah, let us know when some Good Signing comes along, and we will appreciate it," Throttle said.
"You two are lousy critics," Vinnie said, and took off ahead of his two bros.
"Guess we will be seeing him at Andy's. Hope he remembers how Charley ma'am likes her dogs?" Modo asked.
"He married her, so he should remember that. Or at least I hope so," Throttle said.
A few minutes later, they pulled up next to Vinnie and his bike. He was leaning up against it, with his left leg crossed over his right at the calf. "You two are too slow. You might want to cut back on the Root Beer," he said.
"We need to cut back on the Root Beer, Vinnie?" Modo asked. "You should be checking your own tail. Ever since you married, Charley, it seems to have gotten bigger."
"My tail is Prime Martian muscle! And my wife, loves it!" Vinnie said, followed by, "I want to get our lunch, then get back to my wife. She has to be missing her Handsome Husband by now." He went inside and closed the door behind him.
Both Throttle and Modo dismounted their bikes, as Modo said, "If Charley ever decides to have kids with him. Remind me to take her to a shrink. One of Vinnie in this world, or in the universe is more than enough."
The two of them entered Andy's to find Vinnie ordering enough Hot Dogs to feed half of Chicago. They sat down on either side of him, then Throttle asked, "You think you ordered enough, Vin?"
"Yeah Vin. Who are you feeding? Old Lard Butt and Greasepit?" Modo teased.
"No. Feeding you two is like feeding the entire resistance," Vinnie said.
Just as Modo latched his left arm around Vinnie's neck, a group of Limburger's goons entered. They all sat at a table on the opposite end of the eatery.
A curly blonde waitress, wearing tight jeans and a shirt grabbed a few menus and went over to them. As she passed out the menus, she asked, "What can I get you guys?"
A heavier set goon with square rimed glasses gave her a good look over, then said, as he pulled her into his lap, "How about a kiss, doll? Then after, you and I head to the back."
"Sorry, but I'm not on the menu. I suggest you get your Dirty Hands off of me," She answered, as she struggled to get away from him.
Her reply caught the attention of the guys. All three of them rose from their seats and went over to the table, where Modo said, "Might I suggest you let go of her, now."
The goons looked up to the three mice, then the goon with his hands on the waitress said, "I like where my hands are. You three have that hot mechanic to play with. Why don't you go play with her, and let us have some fun with this waitress."
That set Vinnie off. He reached around Modo and grabbed the goon by his vest, and said, "One! No lady deserves to be treated the way you are treating her! And two! That hot mechanic is my wife! Apologize to both me and her, and I might let you walk out of here!"
The goon let go of the waitress, who collided with Modo as soon as she got away from him.
Modo cinched his left arm around her to support her, and said, "You're alright, ma'am." After a few seconds, he let her go, and said, "We'll take out the trash for you."
"Thank you," she said, then kissed his cheek before heading into the kitchen to tell Andy what occurred.
Modo blushed at her simple kiss. But that was quickly washed away as he focused on the goons. "You know have two apologies to make. Make them, now before I forget I'm a gentle-mouse and let my friend, kick your tails for insulting his wife," he said.
"If I knew she was desperate enough to marry this White Furball, I would have hooked up with her in a heartbeat!" The good said, trying to antagonize Vinnie more into acting out.
As he hoped, Vinnie flew into a fit of rage. He lifted the goon by his vest, slammed him against the nearest wall, and through a very angry snarl, said, "She loves me! She really loves me! And you have the gall to call her, desperate?! Give me one reason why I shouldn't put you through this wall?"
Throttle and Modo grabbed Vinnie by the shoulders and attempted to make him let go of the goon, as Throttle ordered, "Let him go, Vin! He's not worth getting thrown in the slammer over! Let him go, now!"
Vinnie obeyed and let the goon fall to the floor. But he maintained his angry gaze, and was ready to attack again, if provoked.
Modo gently laid his left hand on Vinnie's shoulder, as he said, "Take a walk, Throttle and I will handle things here. You need to cool off."
Vinnie didn't move though. He instead crossed his arms over his chest, and said, "Go ahead. Make my day."
Modo narrowed his gaze at his younger bro, and said as he tightened his grip on Vinnie's shoulder, "Now, Vin."
Vinnie felt the slight discomfort from Modo's hand, radiating into his shoulder. He uncrossed his arms, turned to the left, and went over to the Pick-Up area to get their food.
By this time, Andy had completed Vinnie's food order, and had it packaged up, ready to go. He said as he saw Vinnie approaching, "You and Charley make a great couple, just like me and my wife. Don't let what anyone says make you think otherwise."
As Vinnie picked up the order, he said, "Thanks Andy." And left the Eatery to wait for his bros.
"Now that we don't have to worry about him killing you. Leave by the back and don't return!" Throttle said.
"Oh we'll leave. Right after I do this," the good said. Before he reached out to grab the waitress again, who just happened to have left the kitchen, and forcefully kissed her.
Modo's eye glowed red. Then he grabbed the goon, as well as two of his friends, and escorted them out the back. Once outside, he threw them all in the dumpster, and said, "That is where trash belongs!" He returned to see Throttle and Andy comforting the waitress. He quickly calmed down, got down on his left knee in front of her, and asked, "You ok, ma'am?"
She looked into Modo's concerned face, and did something, not even she was expecting. She wrapped her arms around Modo's neck, kissed his left cheek, and said, "I am now, my gallant savior."
Modo blushed harder than he had ever when he felt her lips against his cheek.
Throttle couldn't help himself from teasing Modo. He said as he fanned himself with his right hand, "Take it easy, Hot Stuff."
She turned to face Throttle, and said, "You leave him alone!" She turned back to Modo, and asked, "May I take you out on a date, to show my appreciation, my savior?"
Modo felt the room heat up after she asked him out. He briefly looked at Throttle, who just shrugged, then back to the waitress. "My momma always told me, not to turn down a lady."
"Great! Pick me up around 8. I'll be waiting, my savior," she said, then kissed him on the lips, before sauntering back to work.
Modo's whole head turned red from her kiss, and As she watched her slink back into her routine, he said, "Oh mama. What has your son gotten into?"
"A whole lot of good, bro," Throttle answered, then said, "I thought Carbine was forward. It took me three dates before we kissed for the first time. Meanwhile you just met this woman and she's kissing you already. Wonder what's going to happen on your date?"
"Nothing past simple kissing, if she allows it to occur," Modo said as he left the Eatery to return to his bike and Vinnie.
"Always the gentleman. He will never change," Throttle said.
"I hope not," The waitress stated.
Throttle turned back to the counter, facing the waitress, as she said, "There aren't many left in the world like him. Plus, he's one heck of a hunk! I can't wait to go riding behind him, and get to feel all those muscles!"
Throttle simply smiled at her, and said, "He's a good guy, miss. Wish you the best." He left the Eatery right afterwards.
While riding back the garage, Vinnie and Throttle teased Modo about his date.
They arrived at the garage and parked their bikes. Since Vinnie had the containers with their lunch strapped to the back of his bike, he dismounted the bike and loosened the straps holding their lunch to the seat, before grabbing the containers and bringing them into the kitchen.
Charley heard the bikes approaching and started to get nervous as to how Vinnie would react, when she told him she was pregnant with their child. She didn't have to wait too long though, cause as she turned around, there was Vinnie, holding several containers. "How's my gorgeous wife?" He asked as he set the containers down on the table.
"I'm fine, but my Bank Account isn't. How much food did you order?" She asked, looking at the numerous containers on the table.
"Only enough to feed you, me and the guys, doll," he answered.
"And all of the Martian Resistance," Charley muttered as she opened one of the containers. The odor of the onions, mustard, and chili hit her nose, which normally wouldn't affect her, made her stomach turn. She ran off towards the bathroom, to lose what was left of her breakfast.
Vinnie was right behind her. He was kneeling on her left, with his right hand between her shoulders, asking, "Hot Dogs all the way never made you sick before. Are you alright?"
She finished heaving into the toilet, then wiped her mouth clean with a towel. She tried to stand, but her legs were wobbly and she felt weak.
Vining brought his arms around her and supported her, as he asked, "Doll? What's going on?"
"Help me to the Living Room, I've got something to tell you," she said.
He helped her onto the couch and sat to her left. He took her hands into his, waiting for her to tell him what she had to say.
She looked into his red eyes, then said, "Vinnie, the reason I got sick wasn't because of the food. It's because of our child. I'm pregnant."
Both Throttle and Modo entered the room in time to hear Charley tell Vinnie she was expecting. "Charley, are you sure?" Modo asked.
"Very. I figure, I'm about four weeks," she answered. She looked back to her husband, and asked, "Vin?"
Vinnie just sat there in complete silence, almost comatose. He didn't move, he barely breathed.
"Charley, I think you broke him," Throttle said.
"I kind of like it. Its nice and quiet around here for a change," Modo said.
Charley shot them both a censuring look, then focused on her husband, who still hasn't said anything or even moved. She brought her left hand up to gently stroke his mask, as she asked, "Vin, talk to me."
Vinnie rose from the couch, walked a few steps in front of him, and turned around to face Charley. His eyes were dilated, and his body was trembling. "B.. BB.. Baby," Was all he said before he passed out and fell to the floor.
End of Story
