AN: I do not own Kim Possible or am I in any way affiliated with Disney.
This is a story I started on my old account 8 years ago, and now I would like to finish it! However, I am older now and would like to start over because I feel I could add some more to this and bring more to the story. My old account was KPFan. Just something I want to mention so the site will know why this is up. By the way, this is really short. Plan to have the next chapter up tomorrow.
Onward!
Breathe. Just breathe, Kim. What is wrong with me? What? My palms are sweaty. My palms don't get sweaty!
"Kim?" came a voice as I heard a tap on the door, snapping me away from my thoughts.
"Come on in, Mom." I called back.
"Are you read- Oh Kim, you look simply gorgeous!" she exclaimed to me.
"Thanks Mom. I really think its too much. I mean the lace and embroider-" I began nervously, which this must have been extremely obvious. My mother held up her hand to stop me.
"Kimberly, this is YOUR day. Don't go off on tangents about everything being overdone. I count it as a privilege to be a part of this." She gave me a tender kiss on the cheek as if I were a child again. Oh how that seemed to be just a few days ago…
"Kimmy-Cub!"
Hearing my father's voice just outside of the door sent a huge wave of relief over my body down into my core. Its amazing how father's can do that simply by speaking your name.
"Quick dear! You'll be late!" My mother began to push me towards the door, handing me my bouquet as well.
"Kimmy…" He began breathlessly, "You're… just beautiful."
I began to blush. One glance at his face and I knew, without a doubt, he was doing all he could to hold back the tears.
"Thanks Dad." I smiled as I kissed his cheek. "You ready?"
"I'll never be ready, Kimmy… but you could do no better. He'll suffice." He gave me a quick wink and a smile, then he offered me his arm.
After all this time, I must say this was never what I predicted. Josh Mankey perhaps, or some special guy I'd meet in college, but no. It was him. Always him. As we approached the double doors and stopped at the aisle, I felt as if I'd faint. No mission could compare to the exhilaration my heart was currently experiencing as Ron stood at the front of the altar. My life as I knew it was ending, and ours was about to begin. Even though I felt as if I could puke all over my gown, seeing his goofy smile calmed my nerves. It reminded me of everything we've been through, what we've accomplished, and that whatever came, we'd get through it. With this mindset, I stood tall and proud, ready to face the world with Ron Stoppable at my side.
Bring it on world. Nothing's stopping this pair.