This one is all Slipgate's fault! I wasn't planning on writing a sequel to "At First Sight," but something he said in his review of it got the wheels turning, so here we have Kim's perspective on the newest Stoppable.
Just a head's up in case it makes anyone uncomfortable, there is some talk about nursing in here- nothing graphic or even very detailed at all, but there you go.
Disclaimer: Kim and Ron belong to Disney, not me. Megan, on the other hand... maybe we can share custody?
The second the plaintive cry sounded, Kim was wide awake.
Ron, on the other hand, mumbled incoherently and rolled over—obviously not awake enough to remember that they were laying on her narrow hospital bed. He fell to the floor with a thud and a surprised, "Oof!"
Kim stared down at him in amusement. He sat up and blinked at her, scratching his head as if still trying to figure out where he was. Then both of their attentions were drawn to the baby's escalating cry. Kim started to move, but Ron held up a hand. "I'm already up... uh, down." He scratched his head again. "Out of bed. I'll get her."
He pulled himself up and padded over to the little hospital crib a few feet away, picking up the tiny squealing form with remarkable gentleness.
"Uh oh," he said, as he carried her back toward the bed.
Kim sat up, her heart skipping a beat before she noticed that he was smiling. "What?"
"I think she's starting to figure out the puppy dog pout," Ron said, placing the baby in her arms and squeezing back into bed beside her.
Kim stared down at Megan, who was indeed pausing between cries to stare dolefully up at her parents. "I think you're right."
Ron rested his chin on Kim's shoulder. "We're doomed."
"Most definitely." Kim opened her gown and maneuvered the baby into place. The crying came to an abrupt stop as she latched on and began suckling hungrily.
Kim chuckled. With the same fervor that she brought to every challenge, she had spent the last seven months reading every baby book she could find—some of them twice—and preparing herself for every contingency. So she knew that some newborns had trouble nursing. But as it turned out, that was one thing at least that she needn't have worried about. The little girl had been very quick to discover both where food came from and that she wanted to get as much of it as she possibly could. She was definitely her father's daughter in that regard.
As the baby continued to feed, Kim stroked her hair and hummed softly. It was amazing. She had saved entire villages from avalanches, fires and floods; recovered countless stolen items; and even saved the world a time or two. But somehow she had never felt so needed.
When they had found out that she was pregnant—an unexpected but happy surprise—Kim and Ron had agreed that it was time to give up the missions for good. They had already slowed down considerably over the last couple of years, letting Wade and the Tweebs take on the brunt of the calls that still came in for Team Possible. Still, she knew that Ron and her parents were worried about how she would adjust to "civilian" life. She didn't blame them—she had worried, too. The mission work had been such a huge part of her life—of who she was—for such a long time that it had been hard to imagine giving it up entirely.
And yet... right now it felt surprisingly easy to trade late-night calls from Wade for 3 a.m feedings and busting bad guys for changing diapers. She was sure that there would be days when she would miss those other things—but not with the sharp sense of loss that she had once expected.
Megan's suckling slowed and her eyelids started to droop just as Ron began snoring softly in Kim's ear. Kim smiled.
She really hadn't given up keeping the world safe, she decided; her world had just gotten a whole lot smaller.
The End