A Strong Family Chapter 1: What's Wrong?, a speed racer fanfic

Author's note: This is my second SR fic here on this site. This follows my first one, "Speed and Trixie." However, it's not necessary that you have to read that before this. I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not claim to own Speed Racer or any of the characters.

"A Strong Family"

Chapter 1: What's Wrong?

The young married couple, Speed and Trixie Racer, had been married for about three years and now living in a modern one-story house. They weren't worried about trying to top off their neighbors by having the best or the biggest things, though the Mach 5 did stand out. They were down to earth, even with the money Speed was pulling in from winning so many races, and the money Trixie was making as a flying instuctor when she wasn't navigating or spotting for her husband. They were a couple with very compassinate hearts, which made them easily donate their time and money to charities.

Though they would sometimes run into trouble while helping Inspector Detector and the police during some races, and they also had disagreements over different things, their deep feelings for each other always out weighed the negative things. They were actually a couple who succeeded in making married life look quite satisfying, which caused some others to be envious of their relationship.

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Early one Saturday morning after practicing on the nearby track, Speed decided to go into the Master bedroom of his house to wake up his wife. He was starving and knew he could probably talk her into going out for breakfast with him. He opened the door slowly not wanting to wake her just yet because he loved seeing her all cuddled up in the sheets. Smiling he looked to the bed but Trixie wasn't there. Because she liked to sleep late whenever she possibly could, he was surprised to see the bed vacant. Turning his head, he saw her standing in the bathroom with her back to him, wearing her green satin robe as she brushed her hair. Speed liked the robe because it made her eyes look even greener - almost an emerald green.

"Well...good morning," he said walking up behind his wife and slipping his arms around her waist.

"Good morning," she said sounding drowsy as she put the brush down. Putting her arms around his, she then let him support her body as she leaned back against him.

"Someone is still sleepy," he said nuzzling his face in her neck and kissing her softly there.

"I don't feel right," she said letting her eyes close.

"What's wrong?" he asked with concern in his voice as he lifted his head.

Opening her eyes, Trixie turned herself around in her husband's arms and snuggled up against him. "I think all of those sit ups are starting to get to me."

"Oh. You're sore," Speed said knowing she had been doing sit ups every night for about a week now.

"I'm not doing them every night any more," she said before he could tell her she should take it easy. "I know that's too much and my muscles need a break."

"I don't know why you're doing them at all. You look just fine to me," Speed said squeezing her to him.

Lifting her pretty face to look at her husband's, she said, "Thanks. But don't worry. I think I might be getting off that exercise kick."

"Good. Let's go eat a big breakfast," Speed said as his stomach growled.

About a week later, Speed and Trixie were invited to his parent's house to have lunch with the family, and Sparky as well.

Although Mom Racer's meals were always delicious, this one, this day wasn't agreeing with Trixie's stomach.

Seeing that her daughter-in-law had barely touched the turkey that was on her plate, Mom Races asked with concern, "Are you okay, Trixie?"

"I'm just feeling a little...under the weather," Trixie replied politely.

"You must be," Sparky said with his eyes wide. "You usually inhale Mom Racer's turkey and mashed potatoes."

Trixie looked at her friend Sparky and said, "Thanks, Sparky. I didn't know I inhaled my food."

With amazement, he said, "Even though you're small, I've seen how much you can eat."

"Sparky," Speed said in between bites. "If Trixie starts putting her karate moves on you, I'm not saving you."

"I'd like to see her do that," Spritle said with a big smile; looking a lot more like Speed the older he got.

In a stern voice, Pops said, "All right, Spritle. Eat your turkey."

With a laugh, Sparky added, "Yeah...before Trixie does."

"Sparky," Speed said looking at him once again. "Lay off of Trixie. Can't you see that she's not feeling well?"

Actually meaning it, Sparky said, "I'm sorry. I was just playing around."

After rolling her eyes playfully as if not knowing whether to believe him or not, Trixie said to Speed, "I'm not paying attention to Sparky."

Spritle laughed and kept eating.

Lifting an eyebrow, Speed looked at his wife and said, "Trixie. I thought you said you were going to quit with those sit ups."

"I will," she said not wanting to tell him that she had quit already.

"Sit ups?" Pops asked looking at his daugher-in-law. "I think you get enough exercise keeping up with my boy."

Trixie didn't answer but rather looked at Speed to catch him smiling back innocently at her. She and Speed were definitely an energetic couple.

"So you don't want to eat?" Mom Racer asked watching Trixie closely.

"I'm sorry. I'm just not very hungry," Trixie said not wanting to insult Mom Racer. "You know I love your cooking."

"That's okay, Honey," Mom Racer said trying to hide the suspicion in her voice.

"Trixie...Trixie...Wake up, Baby," Speed whispered in her ear as he pushed her hair out of her face.

Finally opening her eyes, Trixie saw that she was lying on the sofa in her in-law's house. "I fell asleep?"she mumbled surprised.

"For about two hours," Speed said kissing her forehead.

Sitting up, she looked around and asked, "Where is everyone?"

"They're all in the kitchen eating dessert. So...why don't we have a little fun out here," he said mischievously as he made eyes at her.

"Speed," Trixie said knowing he was joking, or at least hoping considering where they were. "I didn't even help Mom clear off the table earlier."

"Don't worry about it. She's the one who insisted that you lie down. Remember?"

"I know, but I meant to help," Trixie said as she stood up.

"Are you sure that you're alright?" Speed asked watching her closely.

"Yes, yes...I'm fine," she said not mentioning how tired she still felt as she pushed her hair behind her ears.

Taking her hand and still worried about her well being, Speed said in a soft voice, "Let's just go home."

Later that night while looking at herself in the bathroom mirror, Trixie couldn't help but wonder if she could be pregnant. It wasn't long till she felt herself getting excited from just thinking about it. She and Speed had decided about six months ago that it was time but she hadn't gotten pregnant yet. She had found out that unlike the first time, it seemed it would take awhile. Now could she finally be? She silently decided not to say anything to Speed until she knew for sure. Why get his hopes up for nothing?

Suddenly appearing in their bathroom, Speed was glad to see that she looked like she was feeling better as he said happily, "There you are."

"Here I am," she said dressed in the green robe as she told herself to control the excitement she was feeling.

"Well," he said wrapping his arms around her, "I figured since you got a couple of extra hours of sleep today that you might be wide awake now."

"Oh...you did," Trixie said mischievously as she wrapped her arms around him.

Speed made eyes at her and then scooped her up and carried her to their bed.

Note: In my fic, "Speed and Trixie," Trixie had a miscarriage because of an accident.

Thanks for reading, Jen