This is based on a K.P. fanpic by ivymae457 at DeviantArt: 10:45 Solo Mission
Additional details are gleaned from the art of Richard Sirois at Richard's Page of Fanatism. Richard Harte, his sister Daphne, and Team Harte are based on Richard Lionheart, his sister Helen, and Team Heart...and of course "The Unkillables".
More details are gleaned from the art of Ivymae
ABOUT FIVE YEARS AFTER THE PROM
Rufus stood quietly on the mattress beside Ron. He sensed the wistfulness in the air.
Kim stood in the bedroom doorway. She liked to watch him dress almost as she liked to watch him undress. He belted the green cargo pants and sat on the edge of the bed to lace up the boots. He stood up to pull on the black turtleneck and sling the backpack on. He wasn't the skinny geek any more. He had come back from his year at Yamanuchi chiseled, his torso and limbs rippling with muscular definition He looked like Michaelangelo's David--except that her David was circumcised, she reminded herself.
Ron looked at her as she stood in the doorway, wearing his old shirt as a night shirt, the hallway light illumined her from behind, the red hair cascading past her shoulders, the obvious bulge of her belly; if anything pregnancy had only made her more beautiful, softer, more glowing; her eyes shown like green full moons.
Each noticed the glimmer of the wedding band on the other's left hand, and each felt the thrill of bliss. They never tired of it.
"So where are you going tonight?"
"Somewhere with Will; I think Global Justice is after Dementor."
"Ron--I just noticed; you're not wearing your battle suit."
"Nah--Wade has it for the five year-fifty thousand mile checkup."
"No force field, no biometric sensors--will you be okay?"
"I'll be fine. Ah, the good old days, wearing just the old mission suits; besides, there's the old 'Ron-factor'; Global Justice spent a lot of time and effort computing the probability of our winning streak was due to my presence."
"I know; I remember. Well, what about the Lotus Blade?"
"It's here; I'll summon it if I need it. I just think it's better it people don't see it all the time--keeping Yamanuchi secret and all that. Besides, Will Du's never seen it, and now's not the time to try and explain it to him." Ron sat back down on the edge of the bed and raised his arms to beckon her. "Now come here and gimme some love." She approached. He put his arms around her thighs and pulled her close; he lifted her night shirt. "Oh, yes, the pink bikini panties that drive me crazy--and that lovely belly button--definitely an outie." He cupped her buttocks with his hands and set his lips to her belly, just above her navel; "You're getting big; sure you'll make it to the due date?"
"I'm sure--unless you raspberry me again."
"Raspberry you--when did I ever do that?"
She sighed indulgently. "Think back--your parents' house, your room, our study date."
He looked mystified, and suddenly his face lit up."Oh my God--holy crap--I remember!"
She smirked. "You do, huh? That was five years ago today; and if you do that now, you might induce labor." She ran her fingers through his hair.
His face was a study in amazement. "Five years? Today? Where has the time gone?" He couldn't help it; an idiot grin attached itself to his face. "I don't know what I was thinking that night--here you were, on my bed, in my room, ready to make out, and all I could think to do was that stupid trick. I'm lucky you didn't bash me with your book.'' He sighed. Oh, those gentle fingers, massaging his scalp; he began to keenly regret his promise to help Will Du on tonight's mission.
"I was so surprised; I was shocked speechless; I didn't even think about getting tweaked."
Kim leaned over and kissed his head. Ron lay his cheek against her belly. He sighed as she traced his ears with her fingers. She sighed as he rubbed his cheek against her skin. "Mr. Stoppable, you're stubbly. You're going to give me a whisker burn."
"Sorry, K.P. I haven't shaved since this morning."
"Don't be sorry--it feels good."
He looked up at her and grinned. "Listen--I hear a little voice: nacos, nacos."
She playfully cuffed him. "No you don't--that's your stomach growling."
He raised his voice and addressed her belly. "Hello in there, son. How ya doin?"
"Still thinking about names?" she asked.
"Yeah--mine, your dad's, my dad's, my granddad, Rich's--"
A shadow of sadness passed over her face, and Ron realized he had said the wrong thing.
she looked dubious
"Could we keep it in the family? Maybe something to remind you of Rich?" she asked dubiously.
"Sure.'' Hastily he changed the subject. "I regret never having been in sports, but starting with this one, I'm gonna be a sports dad, a computer nerd dad, or a reading dad, or a scout dad, or whatever. Hear that, kid? I'm gonna be involved!"
"You'll be fine," Kim reassured him. "You've made a wonderful husband, you'll make a wonderful father."
He embraced her thighs again, drew her close, set his cheek on her belly, and sighed. "I love you, K.P. Ever since the daycare, ever since the treehouse, ever since we started the missions--." He looked up into her eyes. "I can't believe life has been so good to us. Suddenly he felt a kick.
She winced slightly and said, "Oohh!"
He looked up in surprise. "Was that an arm, or a leg?"
"I think a leg," she said.
"Hey, son, was that a soccer kick or a kung fu kick?" He felt another little shove, and she winced again. "Hah! my boy's got the mystical monkey power already!"
Ron looked up at her eyes; they were half-lidded, a beatific smile on her face. Like an earth mother she looked, infinitely wise, infinitely nurturing, so serene, so content. His friend Richard Harte was the mythology expert. He would have known which goddess or heroine Kim resembled.
He sighed and looked at his watch. "Damn--I gotta go!"
They both groaned. He wrapped his arms around her thighs and stood up, lifting her off her feet.
"Oh!" she gasped slightly, a little surprised. "Now don't hurt yourself!"
"Lifting you? Never! That long red hair gives me the strength of Samson."
"If I recall," she said dryly, "Samson was the one with the long hair, not his wife--or Delilah--or whoever that was. C'mon Samson; put me down."
He relaxed his embrace slightly and she slid down until he caught her waist. Her arms settled around his neck
"And please don't squeeze me," she added. "I'll have to pee in a minute."
In spite of her plea, he hugged her hard. How blessed he was, how blessed these days were, how glowing and full of glory she was. Ron felt his soul rising to heaven. "Blessed art Thou, oh Lord our God, King of the world," he murmured. "Set Your hedge of safety around my family, oh my Lord. Let you angels watch over them."
"Our Father Who art in Heaven, hallowed be Thy Name," Kim whispered. "Please protect my husband tonight. Bring him home safe to us." These little spontaneous prayers had become commonplace since Kim became pregnant, as each prayed after their own tradition.
Then their lips pressed together.
For a long moment they stood wrapped in each other's embrace and warmth.
A sudden knock came to front door downstairs and rude voice was heard muffled. "Hey, Stoppable, you were supposed be waiting outside!"
Both their faces fell. "Will Du," they said in unison.
Slowly, reluctantly, they disengaged their embrace. Kim sighed, and searched for something frivolous to say. "You know, you just gave me a hell of a wedgie, boy. My panties are halfway up my butt crack."
Ron half-smiled and took the hint. "Oh, I'd like to give you a lot more, girl."
"I'll be here when you get home," she whispered teasingly.
Hand in hand they walked downstairs, Rufus following close behind. At the front door, she kissed him fiercely. "I love you! Hurry back to me!"
"As fast as I can! I love you back!" Ron opened the front door while gazing into her eyes. "Take care of her, little buddy."
"Okay," Rufus squeaked.
There Will stood, hands on hips, fuming. "The villains are waiting, kids! The sooner we finish this mission, the sooner you two can play kissy-face."
Ron walked away, yearning in his eyes, still holding her hand. Kim leaned as far as she could from behind the door. Their arms stretched taunt, and as last their fingers separated.
Ron turned, giving Will Du his broadest grin. This sorry excuse for partner was so not going to spoil his mood. "Hey, Will," he said brightly, "conversing with the ornamental lawn dwarves? You know, the neighbors walk their dogs this time of night--gotta be careful that you don't step in a pile of droppings--or get your leg pissed on."
"Very funny! How long have you been waiting to use that lame comeback?"
Kim called out after them. "Will, you use that stopwatch on my husband again, and I'll kick something of yours that'll make you lame!"
Will called back. "Update, Kimmie ; thanks to your memo to Dr. Director, I been forbidden to use that item anymore!"
Getting Will Du tweaked was almost worth the separation. Hurry back, my love, her eyes said plaintively. Wait up for me, his eyes answered.
And the two men boarded the waiting Global Justice hovercraft.