I'm sorry this came later than chapters usually do, but I'm gonna be getting busy. I'd like to thank Dixie Darlin for being such a big help in writing this chapter. You really helped me out! I hope some of you managed to check out "Stockholm Syndrome" by Muse.

A couple of other songs were used as inspiration for this chapter, both of which I DO NOT OWN! They include "I Could Get Used To This," by the Veronicas, and especialy "I Will Be" by Leona Lewis. (Though to be honest, Avril Lavigne's version sounds just as good in my opinion, maybe even better!)

I do not own any music I mention above, or Wreck It Ralph and it's characters. The only people I own are Lemona Lime and her baby, who has yet to be named in the story, but whose name I have picked out. Please enjoy and remember to leave a review!

Chapter 8

The rest of Lemona's first trimester was mostly uneventful and not enjoyable. The pregnancy in general continued to bring on a number of unpleasant experiences, the list seeming to grow as the days went by. Her stomach was so sensitive that she got sick just by smelling things, and she found out the hard way that her nose was beginning to work over-time. She got very little sleep because her other symptoms such as embarrassing flatulence and the constant need to visit the washroom kept her awake at night. Heartburn left her chewing pack after pack of sugar free gum, the only thing Turbo could think to give to her.

That was the one thing that truly made her pregnancy the miracle Lemona had been hoping for. Now that she carried another life inside of her, she found that Turbo wasn't as vicious as he had been in the past, though he still lost his temper occasionally. In a word, he was civil, treating Lemona like a queen even though they hadn't gotten around to storming the castle. He provided her with meals that for the most part didn't cause her to sprint to the toilet area and ginger ale for days when she just couldn't handle anything. He didn't comment on her frequent gas explosions that made her wish the cave's floor would open up and swallow her whole.

One day, Lemona accidentally trudged through the cavern's tunnels in an exhausted daze, so fatigued that she didn't even realize what she was doing. She would have continued to wander around aimlessly, but then she felt Turbo grab her hand. The feeling of his ice cold grip awakened her in a terrified flash, and she whirled around to face him, her body instinctively flinching as she awaited a kick or a punch. But while the look on his face started out angry, it quickly relaxed into the face of an authority figure who had been merely disappointed by Lemona's actions. Tsking softly, he pulled her out of the tunnels, leading her like a parent with a young child. Once they were both back into the main area, he made her lie down on the bed. She complied obediently; still preparing herself for the punishment that she was sure was soon to come. All of the begging she wanted to do seemed unable to leave her head. The only way she could think to show how she was feeling was by closing her eyes tightly, even though by doing so she knew she would still be able to see whatever Turbo did to her. "Please, I'm sorry," she thought desperately, her tensed body waiting for what it had coming. "I was tired, I wasn't thinking. I'll be better, I promise. Please don't kill me."

Tears managed to creep out from underneath her tightly closed eyelids, and she made no movement to wipe them away, but she could feel something gently brushing them off of her cheeks. Releasing a shudder, Lemona opened her eyes to find Turbo using his thumbs to rid her face of the streaming droplets. "You've been a very naughty little gumdrop Lemona," he whispered, speaking the way one would speak to a younger child.

Shame and fear burned on Lemona's face, and she found herself about to start sobbing. But just as she opened her mouth, Turbo covered it with one of his hands, shushing her. "There, there," he soothed, moving his other hand so he could stroke the soft hair on her head instead of her cheek. "I know you were tired. You couldn't help yourself, just like before. You're lucky I'm feeling so forgiving right now my little lemon drop."

Lemona knew exactly what could have happened, and as Turbo continued to stroke her soothingly, she found her body relaxing, something she hadn't done in a very long time. As she relaxed, she found that her mouth had loosened up, and she was able to speak for the first time in a very long while, though the two words came out more of a whisper then a statement. "I'm sorry."

As time went on, Turbo's kindness continued to grow, leaving Lemona to realize that he actually did care about her. He wasn't the selfish man she'd once thought he was. Rather, he was her friend, only punishing her for the things she did that were wrong. In fact, as Lemona continued to grow more obedient to keep herself and her growing baby safe, she came to realize that she had deserved every punishment that Turbo had given her. It was her fault that he'd had to hurt her; if she'd just listened to him from the beginning none of it would have happened. She was sorry for more than just what had happened that day. She was sorry for the insults she'd screamed and the fighting. She was sorry for wanting to leave him again. She was sorry for walking away and not looking back that day so very long ago.

So little by little, her trust in him began to regrow. It became easier for her to be who Turbo wanted her to be, as it involved opening up the part of her she'd tried to hide for so long. Hugs were returned, though she was still hesitant and awkward when he kissed her. And the baby continued to grow.

Turbo had been right; Lemona's nightgown didn't last long before it had started to get so tight that Lemona couldn't breathe with it on. Luckily, Turbo managed to find a bunch of green and yellow taffy that Lemona used to make some clothes that would actually fit as her belly got bigger. It was a constant reminder to both of them of how Lemona had to hold on, and as she watched the tiny amount of bloating start to increase bit by bit, she realized there was no way that she could leave Turbo and allow her child to live without a father. The very idea was unthinkable. Sure, she had gotten along just fine, but that was because she'd been programmed that way, just like all the other Sugar Rush racers. They had never thought about having parents. Her child would be the first to have them and she refused to let him or her grow up without both of them. She wasn't really sure why, but ultimately she decided that it was another thing that came with being a mother.

To be honest, it had been so long ago that she'd been taken away from her home in Sugar Rush that Lemona had started to forget about everybody else in the game, Turbo and her child becoming the only people that really mattered to her. She would have completely forgotten that there was more land past the force field if Turbo hadn't talked about the two of them ruling all the time.

"What do you think it'll be like when we rule the game?" she asked Turbo one afternoon while they were sitting together on the bed. Lemona had her head resting in his lap, and Turbo was rubbing her shoulders. Her back had begun to ache a couple of days ago, though there was no way she could remember when it had started. They had been in the cave for so long that she no longer kept track of time. Lemona couldn't even remember what had happened to turn her into a woman.

Pausing for a break, Turbo scratched his chin in thought. "Well," he started, "We'll be able to race whenever we want. In fact, we could do whatever we wanted, whenever we wanted! It'll be fantastic! Everyone will love us and respect us!"

There was no doubt in Lemona's mind that Turbo would be appreciated; after all, he'd been the king in the game once before. Surely once they erased everybody's memories again they would treat him like they had in the beginning. But would they really like her? Suddenly Lemona felt something she hadn't felt since the day she'd discovered she was pregnant: nervousness. "A-are you sure that they'll love m-m-me?" she managed to choke out, the butterflies in her stomach causing her speech to sputter in a way that it hadn't in a very long time.

A puzzled expression came across Turbo's face, and he tilted his head in such a way that the crown he wore started to slide off of his head. Holding it in place, he directed all of his attention at Lemona. "Whatever do you mean my little lemon drop?"

"Well…" a glitch ran through Lemona's body, something that had been happening more often than usual because of the pregnancy. But Lemona knew that this one had occurred because of more than that reason. "These are such huge r-r-responsibilities. What if…What if I'm not good enough to be the q-q-queen? What if I'm not g-good enough to be a m-m-mother either? Wh-wh-what if I mess up and everybody h-h-hates me? I mean…what do I kn-kn-know about being a queen and a mother? And just l-l-look at m-m-me! My ankles are sw-swollen, my gums are sw-swollen, I'm getting str-stretch marks, hair's growing all over my bod-d-dy at the speed of a cart, and to t-t-top it all off, my stomach's the size of a candy w-w-watermelon! I d-d-don't think I'll be able to d-d-do it."

Now understanding what was wrong, Turbo moved from his spot so that he could position himself right in front of Lemona. He gently pushed her chin up with his fingers so that she was looking directly into his milk chocolate eyes.

"Lemona, I want you to listen to me very carefully," he told her, the fact that he'd used her actual name instead of a nickname being one of the things that indicated that he was very serious. "I understand that you're scared. These are some pretty big things that are going to be happening. But I don't want you to worry about not being good enough or beautiful enough. The moment I laid my eyes on you, I knew that you would make a remarkable ruler, and from the way you keep looking at your stomach, I know that you're going to be an excellent mother as well. I want to remember, no matter what happens, you will always be my sunlight, and all of the kids in this game, including our own, are going to love you just as much as I do."

A tiny smile tweaked its way onto Lemona's face, and before she knew it a blush had flooded her cheeks. Turbo was right. She could do it. And even if she had troubles, he would be right there to help her through them, just like the old days.

"Speaking of our child," Lemona piped up, the nervousness slowly seeping away and being replaced with playfulness, "Have you given any thought on names for our little racer?"

Turbo smiled right back, his grin much wider than Lemona's. "A little bit," he admitted, shifting a little bit on the bed as he adjusted his position. "I still like the idea of Turbo Junior for a boy. But that's all I've got so far. I kind of wished we knew whether it was going to be a boy or a girl."

"I kind of like the surprise," admitted Lemona, bringing her hands to rest on her round stomach softly. Underneath the stretched taffy fabric she could feel every stretch mark, but now they didn't seem to bother her as much. They were just an indication of the magnificent thing that was occurring inside of her; the miracle that had saved her life. "Turbo Junior is nice for a boy," she agreed. She'd been thinking up names for a while now, but most of the ones she'd come up with were for girls, as she wasn't very good at thinking up names for guys. The only ones she'd managed to come up with were Reese and Rocky, and she had to admit that she liked Turbo Junior better than both of those.

"I was thinking for a girl, maybe Miracle Whitney or Whitney Miracle," she confessed. "But I've got a couple of other ones on my list. Sweetie, Jersey, Angelina…"

Just as she was about to speak another name, she felt something. A twist in her stomach and then…a light tap.

Could it be? "Maybe it's just gas."

Trying not to get her hopes up, Lemona waited. Soon there it was again, a little harder this time. There was no way she could confuse that with gas.

"Oh sweet lemon meringue pie," she breathed, the color in her face draining as she realized what was going on.

"Lemona? What's-" Just as Turbo was about to ask her what was wrong, Lemona grabbed his hand and thrust it upon her stomach. "Don't say anything. Just wait."

Surprisingly, Turbo obeyed, and together, the two of them sat with their hands resting on Lemona's stomach. A little bit of time passed, and soon Lemona was beginning to think that maybe she'd just gotten too excited and overreacted. But then, just as she was about to tell Turbo to forget about it…

Tap.

Turbo's eyes went wide, and he started looking from Lemona's stomach to her face. Stomach, face, stomach, face. "Is that-" he breathed, only to be answered with another kick. A smile flooded across his face as they relished in what was happening. Lemona found herself producing a smile that almost beat Turbo's length-wise. This was the most magical thing that had happened to her in all of her life. It was even better than racing. Suddenly she was laughing, something that at one point in her life, Lemona was sure she would never do again.

She was so filled with bliss and happiness that when Turbo grabbed her head and pulled her in for a kiss, Lemona found herself returning it with just as much passion.

Maybe even more.

Now, before you all start going off and saying, "What? Turbo's a creep, don't make Lemona fall in love with him!" LET ME EXPLAIN! There is a perfectly good explanation for what Lemona is feeling, and it will all be explained in later chapters, I assure you. For now, let me know what you think of the chapter, and if you're interested, tell me what you think a good name for Lemona's baby would be. Until next time guys, remember to read, review, and stay sweet!