The standard disclaimer applies. They own it, I want it.

With great thanks to my wife, my beta and his girlfriend, and my (adopted by me) little sisters. Most especially, with love to all of the moms out there.


Middleton Memorial Hospital was a madhouse. The press were everywhere, and the police department had to keep guards at all of the entrances. Orderlies were as busy reinforcing the security teams as they were at the usual chores of shuffling patients and changing beds. All of the activity was centered around the maternity ward. Far away from the noise and confusion, Kimberly Anne Stoppable was holding her newborn daughter, her adoring husband of under a year hovering over them.

As if that weren't enough excitement, eminent brain surgeon Anne Possible was also housed in the same ward, having just delivered of a little girl. Her husband, James, was torn between his wife's bedside and that of his daughter.

Nine Months Earlier

University life had gone by in a blur for Kim Possible and her best friend, turned boyfriend, Ron Stoppable. Between lectures, projects, missions and dates, the four years since the invasion of the Lowardians had seemed but a moment. In all of that time, the two young people had managed to maintain a relationship based on friendship, trust and a love that went beyond anything most people their age ever experienced.

At a time when most young adults were beginning to experiment with their sexuality, Kim and Ron remained platonic. They wanted things to be just right when the moment came. Sure, they often wound up sharing the same bed, after long nights of studying, or coming home from a mission. Ron would put a protective arm around Kim's shoulders, and she would snuggle down into his torso. Sleeping together always managed to be more refreshing than going to their separate apartments.

Just after graduation, Team Possible had been out on a very dangerous mission. Global Justice had requested that they infiltrate a suspected terrorist training compound. They had jumped in from a high flying cargo plane, landing several kilometres from the camp. As they were sneaking around the edges, one of the terrorists-in-training actually managed to spot them. Before Ron managed to knock him out, the alarm had been sounded.

Bullets pounded the ground around the pair as they ran farther into the forest. One managed to graze Kim's calf, and another found its way just across Ron's upper arm. They had hit the panic button on Kim's kimmuinicator, and been lifted out. Global Justice had retaliated with full force, along with the local military.

When they got back to Kim's apartment in Upperton, Ron had helped her limp into the bathroom. They both showered, and took turns redressing each other's wounds. As Ron sat on the edge of the bed, Kim finished applying the tape.

"That was too close, Ron. When I thought that shot had gotten you, I just didn't want to keep running. Better if they had caught me..." Kim sobbed and leaned into his chest. They had faced all kinds of dangers, both man-made and natural. How long before one sitch or another claimed the man that she loved?

"KP, it's alright. They didn't get us. When that bullet hit you, I was getting ready to turn around and call on all of the Mystical Monkey Power. What I would have done would have been murder. I don't ever want to lose you." He pulled her even tighter against him. Once, many years ago, he had promised Kim's mother that he would die before letting her get hurt on these missions. All this time, he had kept that pledge.

Kim looked up into her boyfriend's warm brown eyes. Her emerald ones shone with a light and a passion that had been held so long in check. As her chin tilted up, Ron took it in one large, gentle hand and raised her lips to his own. Her arms snaked around his neck, her fingers running through the unruly blond hair, still damp from his shower. She closed her eyes, her tongue hungrily seeking his. When he opened his mouth, she sighed deeply.

Ron slowly pushed the robe off of Kim's shoulders, exposing the exquisite flesh beneath. He traced fiery kisses from her lips, down her neck and to the hollows of her shoulders, breathing in the strawberry and vanilla scent of her auburn hair. As he continued to kiss her, his hands ran up and down her arms. Each touch sent shivers up her spine.

As one, they lay back onto the bed. Considerate of one another's injuries, they held each other tightly, as if afraid to let go. Hands explored each other's bodies, seeking centers of pleasure. When Ron placed his hands on the belt of her robe, he stopped.

"Kim, I..." He looked deep into her eyes. "I want to be with you, now. I came so close to losing you today. I love you, Kimberly Anne Possible." For all his need, he was ready to stop, to let her choose if this was to be the time for them to complete the bond that had begun to form so many years ago. His love for her went so far beyond the physical.

In turn, Kim placed her hand over his on the belt. "I have loved you, Ronald Dean Stoppable, longer than I even knew myself." Slowly, they opened her robe together. "I want to be with you, now, and forever." Her robe fell open, and she reached for the belt on his, and both fell to the floor.

As the sun streamed into the room, Kim opened her eyes slowly. Her head was resting in the hollow of her lover's shoulder, her hair streaming over his arm and down along his side. She looked up to his face, and lay there, just drinking in the sight of the man she knew was her destiny. As she watched, his eyes fluttered open.

Ron looked down into the deep green pools that were his own glimpse of what must surely be heaven. Memories of the previous night caused him to catch his breath once more. This was it, what twenty years of his life had been leading to. Now that he was here, it was time, time to make this relationship everything that he had dreamed of since that night in the Middleton High School gym.

"KP, Kim, I love you. I want to wake up this way, to you, every day for the rest of my life." He smiled his trademark goofy grin. "I know I'm supposed to be doing this on bended knee and all, and I don't even have a ring for you. What the heck! Kim Possible, will you marry me?"

The instant Ron had smiled at her, she hadn't a chance. Her heart melted from the first words that he spoke to her that morning. With tears in her eyes, she nodded and sobbed, "Yes, Ron Stoppable. I want to wake up to the sight of you every day for the rest of my life. I want to be Mrs. Kim Stoppable."

Meanwhile, back in Middleton

Anne Possible slowly opened her eyes, adjusting to the light that filtered through the shades on the windows of the master bedroom of the new house on the outskirts of Middleton. Her right leg was entwined in those of the man who shared her bed, her heart and her soul. She looked into the face of her husband, only to find that his eyes were already fixed on hers.

"Good morning, Mrs. Possible. How is the angel that heaven graced me with today?" He gave her the most dazzling smile. His free hand (the right one always being securely placed under her shoulders in a tight hug) reached over and brushed back a lock of deep red hair. It was the color of a fine burgundy wine, that hair, and the scent was the most exhilarating thing in the world. What a privilege to be able to wake up each day to this exquisite woman.

Four years ago, James and Anne Possible had designed and built this new colonial style home. The split level contemporary house they had raised their three children in had been destroyed by the invasion of the Lowardians. In that time, they had made this a true home, filled with love. Everyone that had been part of the Possible's lives was welcome under this roof. The Stoppables were frequent visitors, as well as Monique, Wade and various of Kim's school friends. Even when Kim and Ron weren't there.

The previous night had actually been the fourth anniversary of the house-warming party. They had celebrated with friends and family, with the exception of Kim and her boyfriend. Wade had called to apologize for them, but they were needed for a mission involving national security.

As the last of the guests had left, and the twins (now finished their senior year of high school) had gone over to friends for the night, Anne and James had gone to their room for a private celebration of their own.

James had pulled his wife to him, and begun kissing the sensitive little spot just behind her right ear. He had discovered this shortly after they had been married. It never failed to send tingles through this woman. She had moaned, deep in her throat, and pulled him toward the bed by his tie. Her hair smelled of strawberries and vanilla. What was that shampoo?

Clothes began to pile up on the floor around the huge bed. Years together had taught them the best ways to please each other. They began to tease, and then to bring each other to the height of passion, as only a couple so very much in love could do. After the magnificent release, they had lay together and nuzzled, until falling into a satisfied sleep.

Three Weeks Later

Kim and Ron stood on the doorstep of the Possible residence in Middleton. They were both shuffling their feet and giving each other nervous glances. She played with the diamond ring on her finger. Both of their parents were waiting beyond the door. Now it was time to break the news, and while the engagement would surely be welcome, the second piece of information just might have less than pleasant consequences.

The young couple had gone to the most expensive jewelry store the morning after Ron's proposal. They had sat in the manager's office for a time, while he brought in tray after tray of lovely stones for them to choose from. Being world heroes certainly had its benefits. They were treated like royalty, with staff pointing out the ring styles that had been most popular with young brides in recent years.

Rufus had popped up out of Ron's pocket, and, grabbing the jewelers loupe, examined each of the stones. Every now and then, he would show one to Kim, and nod, then add it to a selection of possibilities. Finally, one sales associate pulled out a small but extremely clear white diamond out of a tiny velvet pouch. All three of the shoppers gasped at the clarity and detailed cut.

"That's it, Ron! That's the stone!" Kim was practically bouncing in her seat. She reached into her purse and pulled out a photo. It had obviously been there for some time. It showed a close up picture of a young Anne Possible, her engagement ring displayed prominently. "If you can duplicate this gold setting, I would be so happy."

"Is that what you want, KP? You're sure?" Ron looked at his fiancee and his look told her that all she had to do was say the magic words.

"Please and thank you."

"Well, that's it folks. We have a decision."

When they had gone to pick up the ring ten days later, (It's amazing how fast things can get done if you start spreading money around. And being world famous doesn't hurt either.) Kim was feeling a little under the weather. She had made a stop at the clinic on campus at Upperton University. The doctors hadn't gotten the official results back yet, but a home pregnancy test had confirmed Kim and Ron's suspicions.

Now they stood before the door, wondering if maybe Mr. Possible was still holding a seat on a space probe headed for a black hole. Mrs. Stoppable, a very conservative woman, was going to have five kinds of a fit when they dropped this little bomb shell. All of the time they had been dating, only a few times had they been so nervous confronting their parents with evidence of their feelings for each other. It was a standing joke about how deeply Kim would blush if they so much as saw them kissing.

Things were just as nerve wracking on the other side of the door.

Anne was pacing back and forth in the kitchen. James and the Stoppables were sitting at the table, trying to get her to calm down. So far, it just wasn't working. With each turn, she just got more and more nervous.

"How do I tell my adult daughter that she is going to have a new baby brother or sister? All of the time that I spent lecturing her on responsibility, and being perpared." Now she flopped down into a chair at the table, where her coffee had gotten cold. That was going to be another shock to the system. No more coffee first thing in the morning. No more after dinner coffee and cake. So many things were about to change. At least Kimmie was sensible and predictable. She would help her to adapt.

At that moment, Kim and Ron walked in. There was plenty of hugging all around. As James was letting go of his daughter, his sharp eye caught the gleam from her left hand. He grabbed it as she was in the process of stepping back from him.

"What's this? My Kimmie-cub is engaged, and she didn't tell us! Ronald Dean Stoppable, you've got a lot to answer for." He advanced on the younger man in a threatening manner.

"Um, Mr. and Mrs. Dr. P... Uh, Mr. and Mrs. Possible, Kim and I want to ask for your blessing, and that of my mother and father. You know how much we love each other, and a recent mission has made us aware that time isn't exactly standing still, if you know what I mean." Ron looked steadily into James Possible's eyes. "You have been family to me forever. I just want the paper work that says it is so." He walked over to his parents, and took his mother's hand in one of his own, his father's in the other. "We all knew this was going to come up one day, and I know you've had your reservations about this relationship, Mom. I love her, and need to be with her."

He walked back and put his arm over Kim's shoulders, pulling him to her.

"We would be proud to have you as our son-in-law, Ron. You promised to be there for our little girl, and you kept that promise." No one knew better than Anne Possible just what that promise had cost the young man. As Team Possible's emergency medic, she had treated a lot of his injuries, ones that he had made her swear never to tell anyone about. Ever since the night of the junior prom, she had been waiting for this day to come.

For it to happen when she had such exciting news of her own...

James walked over and shook Ron's free hand. "Welcome to the family, officially, son. Like you said, this has been a long time coming. Even the threat of space probes and black holes weren't going to prevent it." He chuckled lightly. "I guess I should call the center and tell them to scrap the seat in the BH3600."

Jean Stoppable had been looking quite intently at the young couple while all of this had been going on. Now she stood up and put her hands on her hips, a very stern expression crossed her face and stayed there. She looked each of them in the face.

'Oh, God,' thought Kim. 'she knows. I don't know how, but she's figured out the other half of this announcement.'

'Man, this is where we get it.' Ron moaned inwardly. 'Why did I ever think we could get this past my mother?'

"And does this decision have anything to do with the fact that Anne and I are about to become grandmothers?" The room was so quiet, you could have heard a pin drop. From six blocks away. "Take a good look at her, Anne. When was the last time you saw that kind of glow on a young woman?"

"Ronald, you've got some 'splainin' to do!" cried James in a very poor imitation of Ricky Ricardo.

"Kim, I thought you were using protection. You swore to me that you and Ronald had never..."

"I was using protection, Mom. The doctor at the clinic figures that it was just one of those rare cases where it failed. We didn't plan this, Mrs. Stoppable. I swear!" Kim got a pleading look in her eyes. Here she stood before the two women who meant the most to her and the man she loved. "When we got back from this last mission, we just realized how close we'd come to losing each other, again. Ron proposed to me that morning."

Gene looked from one woman to another, and finally sighed. "Well, I guess we will just have to move quickly with the wedding. Unless you want to get an extra large wedding gown that is." He looked over at Anne and grinned. "Besides, I don't think the lecture about unplanned pregnancies comes off too well from a woman who is looking at having her fourth child."

"Mom, you're..."

"That's right, Kimmie. In just over eight months, you and your brothers will be welcoming a new sibling. We've already told Tim and Jim. I just couldn't figure out how to break the news to you." She walked over to Kim and hugged her once more. "Believe me, I didn't think it was going to happen either, at my age, but Dr. Gruberman says that my general health delayed any sign of 'the change'."

James looked around the room. By now all of the women were glowing, even the one who couldn't have a child. Ron was just looking flabbergasted, and Gene was still grinning like the Cheshire cat. This was getting to be a little bit too much for him, and he resumed his seat. If he thought that he had been busy those first few months that the center had been examining the Lowardian tech, now he was really going to be up against it. Just how does one plan for a wedding and two births at the same time?