I don't own Kim Possible or just about anything else. Disney, however, does. My daughters own just about every KP item imaginable.

Kim slowly opened one eye as the morning sun peered through the window to wake her.

"Damn," she thought. Once she was awake, she could never get back to sleep. Annoyed at the thought, she had been hoping to catch up on some sorely needed sleep and Saturday morning was the time she was going to get it.

But not anymore.

The clock told her it was five minutes after six. Thanks to a lovely evening with Ron after work, they didn't get to sleep until nearly half past one. How Ron could live without sleep was something she couldn't understand. He certainly wasn't able to live without it in high school and college, but now he lived on less sleep than just about anyone she knew, including her mother who lived on a doctor's schedule.

She rolled over and noticed that the space in the bed beside her was empty. Ron was already up. He had gotten up and never disturbed her. That was his way; he always considered her needs and did whatever he could to make her life easier.

She knew she was blessed to have him for her own.

The morning was cool, but the sun was bright. Kim squinted as she looked towards the window. She considered staying in bed and trying to catch some more sleep. With her work with Global Justice, her job at the Middleton Space Center and helping Ron at the restaurant — Kim never did any cooking at the restaurant — she didn't get much sleep.

The smell of fresh brewed coffee enticed her out of bed. Ron, true to his culinary inclinations, roasted his own coffee. He made a mean cup of coffee.

Since they had nothing to do until they went to the restaurant to open for dinner — Il Topo di Talpa Rosa Nudo was one of the finest Italian restaurants outside of Italy and was so busy there was no reason to open for lunch — Kim thought she would catch a nap later in the morning. Crossing the room, she grabbed a robe, threw it on and walked down the hall towards the kitchen.

Hearing soft voices, she was glad that she was wearing the robe — not that Ron's shirt didn't cover her to her knees — but if she sat down, it was short enough to ride up and reveal whether she was wearing panties. She was, but she didn't want everyone to know what that looked like, that sight was reserved for her husband alone.

Besides, she didn't know who Ron was talking to, it could have been one of her parents or her brothers, all of whom have seen Kim in the morning, wearing nothing but a t-shirt and a pair of panties, but that was when she was younger. Now that she was older, and married, her choice of undergarments reflected her desire to catch her husband's eye. That was not something her father or brothers would want to see nor would she want them to see.

Her brothers were almost old enough to be out on their own being just short of 18, but being in their third year at college and active in a fraternity, their maturity level wasn't as high as Kim had hoped. The last thing she needed was one of them trying to take a picture of her with her underwear showing and attempting to sell it on the Internet.

Her father, on the other hand, was a bit uncomfortable with body issues. If he saw her underwear, he would be extremely embarrassed.

One time, when Kim was in junior high, her mother called Jim to pick up some tampons for his daughter before he came home from work. He spent an hour trying to talk his way out of the task. When he got to the store, he was too embarrassed to ask anyone for helping in finding the particular brand and type Kim wanted so he purchased one of every tampon on the shelf. How he got through the checkout line must have been funny, she thought. Thanks to his embarrassment, neither Possible woman needed tampons for several months.

Walking into the kitchen, Kim was greeted with the sight of her husband, drinking a cup a coffee, talking to her next door neighbor, Bonnie Flagg.

"Morning, KP," Ron said. He continued to call her KP, even after they married. Old habits died hard, she guessed. "I thought you would be sleeping in."

"I wanted to, but the sun woke me up," Kim said as Bonnie poured her a cup of coffee. "You're up and out early today, Bonnie." She took a small sip and set the cup down, giving time to cool down before she finished it.

"Brick said he would take the kids for the day," Bonnie said. "So I split as soon as I could, let him deal with the tribe for a day. I need a day away. Ron ran into me as I was leaving and offered a cup of coffee and breakfast. We've been talking about the show."

"Besides, Bon-Bon has big news," Ron said.

"What?" Kim asked. "Brick get another huge contract extension?" Brick Flagg was in his fourth year in the NFL, having been drafted in the first round by the Chicago Bears. His reputation in high school was as someone who wasn't over bright, but talented on the gridiron. The Middleton Mad Dog football coach, Steve Barker, joked that Brick was on the only seven year player he ever coached.

In college, his intellect blossomed, both on the field and in the classroom. He became one of the top quarterbacks in the country and finished near the top of his class, majoring in finance. He put his major to use quickly after he was made the fifth overall pick in the draft. He married Bonnie afterwards.

"No," Bonnie said. "I'm pregnant."

"That's great!" Kim said, giving Bonnie a big hug. "When's the due date?"

"The doctor set the due date as of March 9, but given the others came earlier, I'm betting sometime in February. Brick joked that he's having me move into the maternity ward after the New Year."

"Maybe, we'll be joining you soon," Kim said.

"I'll do my part," Ron said as he raided the fridge for food.

"Well I get to go through another bout of morning sickness soon," Bonnie said. "That's always fun."

"I can't imagine what your house is going to be like with four kids running around," Kim said.

"Loud," Bonnie said. "Really, loud."

"Four kids in five years," Ron said. "No one in high school would have ever imagined that you and Brick would be a kid farm."

"Well, I'm due after our sixth wedding anniversary, so there has been some time between kids," Bonnie said. "Besides, I love my husband."

"Mark Twain loved his cigars too, but he took them out once in a while," Ron quipped.

"You keep your mind on making breakfast," Kim said.

"Yeah," Bonnie added. "What's a good Catholic girl to do?"

Bonnie, Kim and Monique all converted to Catholicism while in at Middleton University.

The trio had converted after meeting a local priest, Father John Malachi. Actually, it was Kim who met him first.

She was going for a workout at the martial arts studio during her freshman year, but there wasn't anyone to workout with except one older man. He offered to spar with her and Kim accepted the offer, though she didn't intend to go full-force so not to hurt her older partner.

The man, dressed in a workout suit, looked old enough to be her grandfather, expect he had long, gray hair reaching just beyond his shoulders.

She made the first move and quickly found herself looking up at the ceiling. "OK," she thought, "let's see what you can handle."

Turning it up, Kim tried to get the better of her opponent.

It was futile. No matter what she tried, her opponent avoided her, took her attacks as if they were coming from a child not a highly trained Global Justice agent and proceeded to knock her on her butt.

After nearly an hour, her master came out and started laughing at the sight.

"Possiblesan," Master Rhee said, "I see you have met the good Father."

"Yes," she said as the older man helped her on her feet.

"I think it would be good for your training if you were to spar regularly with Father Malachi," Rhee said. "Don't be upset. Father Malachi is one of the most accomplished men in martial arts in the area, if not the country."

"Surprised by the outcome?" Malachi asked.

"A little bit," Kim said.

"Where are my manners?" Malachi said. "Father John Malachi, St. Drogo Parish."

"Kim Possible," she said, shaking his hand.

"I know who you are," Malachi said.

"Possiblesan, Father Malachi, before he was ordained, was a martial arts instructor in the Marines," Rhee said. "He is well versed in how to minimize your opponent's blows in order to win. It is a skill that will serve you well."

"Yes, it would," Kim said. "I would appreciate any training you could give me."

The two made a date to spar regularly. Afterward sparing, they would chat about school, friends, fighting. Kim learned that Malachi was not only a Roman Catholic priest, and a martial arts expert, but had advanced degrees in history and taught part-time at the university.

As Kim got to know him, she learned he was a kind and loving man. He was not showy and didn't blow his own horn. He lived his faith and was an example of a life well-lived.

It was only a matter of time before the topic of religion and God was brought up. As Kim learned more about his faith, the more she found she was called to live a Holy life.

She introduced Ron, Bonnie and Monique to Father Malachi and, like her, all immediately liked the priest. Bonnie and Monique converted shortly after her, with only Ron not converting, though he attended Mass with her every Sunday. (Everyday Mass was a bit much for him.)

Kim believed one of the reasons Ron didn't convert was that he was upset that after she converted, she refused to have sex with Ron until they were married.

To say he was tweaked about her change of heart in that matter was an understatement, but after she converted she believed that sex was to be saved for marriage. While she couldn't change what had already happened, she could live her life trying to obey God and her Church.

It was a decision she never regretted.

Bonnie's voice brought her out of her memories.

"So, what did you think of your show?" Bonnie asked. Kim.

Kim's family and friends were the first to see the cartoon that the Disney Company had produced based on her life. They watched the six episodes that were completed. The cartoon would premier in a few months.

"Well, it's aimed at little girls," Kim said. "It was cleaned up a bit."

"I don't know about that," Ron said. "I seem to lose my pants about every other episode. I don't remember that."

"Yes, but the time you did lose them was one few who saw it would ever forget," Kim said.

"I remember that," Bonnie said. "How could I forget it? It was a riot."

"True enough," Kim said. "At least the cartoon didn't show that you lost your underwear as well — in the middle of school."

"Right in front of the cheer and pep squads," Bonnie said. "I know Tara never forgot it."

"She didn't see anything," Ron said.

"Like she didn't," Bonnie said with an evil grin. "Why do you think she asked you out? She's into miniatures." Kim almost spit out her coffee.

Ron wished that Bonnie wouldn't have mentioned Tara — it was a sore subject with Kim.

Shortly after he lost his pants, he started to date Tara.

Tara was a girl who enjoyed physical pleasures and she introduced Ron to that side of life. It wasn't that Ron didn't enjoy it, but it bothered him that sleeping together was just about the only thing they did. He tried to get Tara to go out more, but she often only wanted to be alone with Ron and they ended up having sex.

After a while, he gave up trying to change her and decided to go with the flow, so to speak. They were dating nearly a year when Ron learned that he wasn't the only boy to be enjoying Tara's delights.

She had been sleeping with two others.

Ron, furious, demanded she stop. Tara refused. She said it was her life and she'll live it as she pleased. So a couple of months before their junior prom, he broke it off. She wanted to continue dating, or at least sleeping together, but Ron refused.

Kim was supportive of Ron and after the prom, the pair started to date. She never mentioned Tara, but when she learned that the pair had been sleeping together, she became a bit jealous.

After she became Catholic, she would occasionally still get upset at the mention of Tara's name. Ron was supposed to hers and hers alone. The thought that another woman had slept with her husband, even if it was before they started dating, galled her.

To make it worse, Tara learned she was pregnant after the prom. She told Ron that there was no way the baby was his, but Kim was always suspicious of the parentage of the child, particularly after the baby had the same hair and eye color as Ron. Ron pointed out that Tara had the same hair and eyes, but Kim could never shake the feeling that the child was Ron's.

Now Bonnie had to bring it up. Kim is going to be tweaked for the rest of the day, Ron thought.

One look at Kim told him he was right. Kim wore a scowl that told Ron it would be a long, cold night.

The ringing of his cell phone brought him out of his thoughts. Thinking it probably was the restaurant calling to discuss sometime with him, he excused himself and went into the other room to take the call, leaving Kim and Bonnie to chat about Bonnie's latest pregnancy.

"You and Brick should come to the restaurant tonight for dinner and celebrate," Kim said. "If you come late enough, perhaps Ron and I would be free to join you."

"I'd like that," Bonnie replied. "It would be nice to have a meal where I don't have to cut up someone else's food or change a diaper."

"Don't you have to cut up Brick's food?" Kim asked with a smile on her face.

"No, he just swallows his food whole."

Ron ran into the kitchen, interrupting the conversation.

"We gotta go," he said quickly with a good amount of panic in his voice. "My dad's had a heart attack, he's at the hospital."