How could this happen? Something…something was SERIOUSLY wrong with the world! She'd read that book cover to cover six times! She aced the written exam! She…she spent all those hours practicing in every simulator that Team Possible and GJ had access to. That instructor…GRRRRRRRR! As her Momma's black Ford Mustang cruised down the road towards home, Gracie Possible grappled with a monumental frustration with no way to release! She couldn't wait to get home and beat the ever loving crap out of the first punching bag she came into contact with! She SERIOUISLY needed to hit something.

Shego Possible had seen her eldest child meet any number of challenges that a person twice her age would have trouble meeting. She'd accomplished more feats…she was the very best of both of her parents and like Kimmie, she seemed to excel at everything that she applied herself to. Shego and Kim were immensely proud of all their children. She had learned to handle defeat gracefully…but frustration? Shego had witnessed the whole event…and it seriously raised an eyebrow. Given all of her experiences, neither one could quite figure out how her daughter had failed.

The Mustang pulled to a halt next to the family's Chevy Traverse and Gracie shot out of her seat as if from a spring and rain straight for the door. Thank God the twins are at Pixie Scouts, Shego thought to herself. Like Kimmie, when Gracie Possible was frustrated at the world, it was best to just get out of the way. Shego entered into the kitchen just in time to see an extremely shocked Mrs. Kim Possible holding a fussy Nicky Possible. The exhausted teacher walked up and kissed her wife and son, loving the plea for an explanation obvious in her wife's gaze.

"She didn't fail AGAIN?" Kim gasped, returning her spouse's kiss. "Did she?"

"I just don't understand it," Shego sighed, collapsing onto the nearest kitchen chair. "How does a girl who has her pilot's license, who's qualified to fly a jet in the worst of combat conditions, so utterly and completely fail the test for her learner's permit to drive a car? I mean, the instructor had to be pried out of the car in what I'm pretty sure was catatonic shock."

Despite it all, Kim had to laugh. When you really thought about it, only THEIR child would suffer this fate. After all, yes Gracie was prop and jet qualified. She could handle pretty much any combat vehicle in the worst possible conditions. And if this most recent attempt was anything like the first, that was exactly how Gracie tried to drive a car, like she was in a running gun battle in the streets of Moscow. The Lord Almighty really did have a sense of humor when it came to matters like this.

Shego hefted Nicky into her arms, freeing up Kim to get them both a Blood Orange Soda from the fridge. "Well…Gracie's a trooper. We'll have to replace another punching bag in the training grounds and our daughter will be back to normal."

CRUNCH!

George the Naked Mole Rat bolted into the house, squeaking a warning to take cover as he climbed the stairs in an attempt to escape the fury that was Gracie Possible in a bad mood. How were Kim and Shego going to handle this? Gracie had set herself to the challenge of getting her learner's permit and eventually her driver's license with a determination that on the one hand was deeply admirable, exactly the kind of determination that both parents expected of and frequently boasted about of their daughter, but on the other hand was one step short of terrifying. Ever since Kim had witnessed Gracie's first road test, she began thinking that the only way that Gracie would EVER get her permit would be if one of THEM could test her.

"Nicky, sometimes your big sis can be pretty scary," Kim sighed, setting down the drinks and patting her son's head. "Oh, by the way, Ron and Yori called to confirm everything's set for our anniversary dinner on Saturday."

THAT managed to get Shego's mind off her daughter. Those two had laid the ground work for Shego's master plan. Saturday marked Kim and Shego's fifteenth wedding anniversary and Shego was determined to make this one spectacularly memorable. The little box of papers was locked securely in Shego's nightstandand wouldn't see the light of day until the special dinner Ron had agreed to host for them. If all went according to plan, this would be an anniversary for the record books. Historians would speak of this moment, novelists would write books about it.

"Eme? Earth to Shego Possible? Are you still with us?"

Dammit; she'd zoned out again. Her eyes came back into focus, displaying quite a smug Kim Possible.

"Nicky, your Momma is hatching a plan for our anniversary; and I think it has something to do with Uncle Ron and Aunt Yori's dinner. You ready to be my spy?"

"I'm sure I have no idea what you're talking about…but if I WAS, well Mrs. Possible is just going to have to wait until Saturday for a surprise that may or may not exist."

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Abby's heart was threatening to burst through her chest. The examination room of the Middleton Medical Center in which she currently resided began to feel more and more like an interrogation room, as if she were about to be grilled about a crime she'd committed. The way she was feeling, she half expected the next person entering the room to be some brand of federal agent instead of Anne Possible, her physician as well as that of her employers, with her test results. What she wouldn't give for one of her pistols right now. Field stripping and cleaning her side arms was always so relaxing and often helped her cope with pent up nerves.

The door opened and Anne entered, holding Abby's test results, her face a mixture of uncertainty and…well, joy. "Well Abby…I've run the tests. I actually ran them twice to be sure. You…you're pregnant; two weeks along if I haven't missed my guess."

This…She…Abby's mind seemed to go in a dozen different directions at once. This…this was something…something she and Seamus had talked about for years in their on and off again relationship. Ever since Thailand…their relationship had been a wonderful accident. Through a great amount of encouragement, and the backing of Kim and Shego, Abby had talked Seamus into joining Global Justice as a tactical trainer at one of their training centers in Wicklow Mountains of Ireland, sort of allowing him to put his checkered past to use, but still allowing him to pursue his writing in his free time. The pair had…well, they'd TALKED about one day having kids…it was really another matter finding out that you were going to have someone's child.

"Abby? You okay?"

"Yeah Anne…it just came as a bit of a shock," How…how was she going to tell Kim and Shego about this? Anne was Kim's mother but Abby trusted her without question to keep this between Abby and herself until she was ready. "I…I guess I've got a few people I need to talk to."

"Who…who's the father?"

"Brendan," Abby breathed, picturing the charming Irish Poet she'd become so close to. "Brendan Seamus O'Sullivan."

"I think I remember Kim and Shego mentioning him a few times, the two of you meeting during your stop in Thailand after Kimmie graduated," Anne took a seat next to her daughter's longtime protector. "Have the two of you ever talked about kids?"

"Of course; and the girls absolutely adore him. He always calls Emily the 'Spirit of Eire'," Abby replied. "We…we want this. I guess just neither of us expected it to happen right out of the blue."

"Well, happy news nonetheless," Anne smiled, patting her patient on the shoulder. It was no secret to any who knew her that Abby Normal downright DESERVED children of her own. She'd done so much for the family that Anne couldn't help but look on her as another daughter. "You know that we're all here for you, if you need ANYTHING!"

"Thanks," Abby reached up and took the hand for comfort. "I just…I know only too well how difficult this was for Kim the first time. I guess a Secret Service and Global Justice agent isn't above a little nerves when faced with motherhood." Now that the immediate shock had begun to ebb away, Abby began settling down, letting out a small laugh.

"You're darn right," Anne smiled. "Now why don't you get dressed? I'll go write you a referral to a good OBGYN."

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What the hell was going on over there? As Abby walked up the kitchen door, it sounded like Gracie was taking on an army and destroying the entire training area while doing it. In all the excitement of her own news, Abby had forgotten that Gracie had retaken her road test. And more than likely Gracie was in homicidal brawler mode right now. She glanced at her watch. Gracie and Shego were supposed to have gotten back around four. It was nearly dinner time now. Thankfully Gracie's rage should be subsiding any minute and she'd be waltzing back into the house, happy as a clam albeit a more than a little exhausted.

She entered the kitchen so see Shego preparing dinner, clad in her old pink apron that Kim had gotten her all those years ago. "Hey Abs; Mom's poking and prodding prove productive?"

"Ah…yes," Abby breathed. Abby had resolved to have a sit down with Kim and Shego after dinner. She'd done a lot of thinking on the drive back to the Palace. She knew that child or no, the Possibles were and always would be part of her family and she didn't want to leave them. If she could manage it…she was perfectly happy serving as Governess to the kids and head of security for the family as a whole. Abby knew that the elder Possibles would support whatever decision Abby decided to make. This…this was…no, IS what she wants to do! "Anne and I needed to discuss some things but…it proved to be good news."

Shego looked to be about to venture a question but the pair were interrupted by the sudden quiet that now emanated from the training grounds. Gracie waltzed through the sliding door, dabbing her face with a towel, and a smile plastered across her face. Utterly remarkable; that girl had just done God only knows what to a training dummy and she looked as if she hadn't even been fazed. It literally was as if the driver's test had never happened. She opened the fridge, grabbed a sports drink and took a seat at the kitchen table next to her brother.

"Hey baby bro. How's the bestest little brother in the world?"

Shego really had trouble figuring out where this behavior had come from. Throughout their history together, Shego and Kim had been competitive…VERY competitive, when you really thought about it. And from what the rest of the family had told her, Kim was nothing short of terrifying when she coached her brothers' soccer team in place of Dad. As for Shego, there were definitely times when she felt thoroughly better after beating the tar out of Drakken for some bone-headed move or half-baked idea. She was honest enough with herself to admit it. Gracie was a good kid and never got into fights. But…should she and Kimmie be looking at anger management classes?

Kimmie and the twins, back from Pixie Scouts, entered the kitchen and the family sat down to a dinner of Cincinnati chili. Zoe and Emily were bubbling over with excitement at the prospect of their class trip to the aquarium. Emily was overjoyed at the prospect of getting to see the new baby sea lions and Zoe…Zoe had it in her head to ride a porpoise. Gracie had gone on the trip when she was their age and kept telling them how much fun they were going to have.

With the meal concluded, Gracie and the twins cleared the table and filled the dishwasher, then retreated to their rooms to work on homework. Abby had remained relatively quiet during dinner, a fact that hadn't gone unnoticed by the elder Possibles. She remained in her chair. This was it; if she didn't get this out right now…

"Kim…Shego…we need to talk."

Both women looked towards each other and then towards their friend.

"This…sounds like something big," Kim replied, setting the dishes back in the sink and drying her hands.

"Well…as you know, I…I had my appointment with your Mom today and…"

"And you're pregnant?" Shego chuckled, rolling her eyes.

And Abby's words died a painful death in her throat. Shego was kidding but…Abby wasn't anywhere near a mirror but she could only assume she had that deer in the headlights look and she was utterly failing at hiding it.

Kim focused on her long-time friend and head of security, the wheels clicking into place, and stood directly beside her. "Oh my…Abby…are you…?"

Damn her inactive throat! Now that Kim had actually managed to guess the big news…Abby's heart was beating double time. She had to say something…anything; if only her body would cooperate! But all she could manage was a nod. There…it was out in the open!

"OH MY GOD," Kim screeched, throwing her arms around Abby. "This is fantastic!"

Abby began laying out the events of the afternoon. Yes, the baby was Seamus's. And frankly, there was no way on God's green Earth that she wasn't keeping it. The newly minted expecting mother was peppered with questions from both sides. She hadn't told Seamus yet. Both assured her of their utmost support. But when all other avenues of inquiry were exhausted, Kim broached the subject of the elephant in the room. What did this mean in relation to her "employment" with Kim and Shego?

"I…want to stay," Abby grasped both of her friends' hands. "Nannies…bodyguards…they all manage to have families of their own. You guys," She gestured up at the kids' bedrooms. "You're all like family to me. If it's at all possible…this is what I want to do with my life."

"Abby…whatever you want to do, we'll stand by it," Kim squeezed Abby's hand reassuringly. "But it would be an honor and a privilege to have you here for as long as you want. When do you want to tell everyone?"

Abby had thought through this. Heck, to Gracie and the twins, Nicky when he was older, this would probably be like having another sibling. Before anyone else found out, Seamus needed to be told. After that, the party would make everyone aware that needed to know; but after Kim and Shego's anniversary. Fifteen years was a big anniversary and Abby didn't want to steal any thunder from her friends' big day.

Author's Notes:

A lot of big moments in the opening chapter. Very early on, I wanted to make Gracie have trouble getting her license and yet be so fantastically qualified to operate any other form of military vehicles. As for Abby, ever since I read Tangled Up in Green, I knew she'd make a fantastic mother in her own right and am thrilled that she is finally going to get that chance.

Kim Possible is the copyrighted property of the Disney Corporation and the intellectual property of Bob Schooley and Mark McCorkle. Gracie Possible, George the Naked Mole Rat, and Abigail Normal are the intellectual property of Poetheather1.