"I'll take yours."
"No, I'll take yours."
"Ron, let me do this one thing," said Kim.
"You've already given me everything. It's my turn," said Ron, his brown eyes earnest yet full of compassion.
Kim shook her head. "The only thing I've given you is my love, whereas you risk your life on missions regularly to be with me. You're also my anchor; you keep me grounded. Without you, I wouldn't be able to do half the things we do. It's only fair I give you this."
Ron too, shook his head. "Kim, you give me everything. Like I said before, I can't live without you."
Kim stepped forward and embraced him, burrowing her head into his neck. Strong arms wrapped around her lithe form. She smiled appreciatively. Ron had come a long way since freshman year. "I love you, and I'm taking your name," she said.
Ron smiled into her hair. "Let's put it to a vote," he suggested. "We'll ask our friends."
"Fifty-one, fifty-two, fifty-three. That's it for the Kim Stoppable votes," said Kim. "How many did you get?"
Ron glanced sideways at her over his pile of papers. "Fifty-three," he said, the hint of a smile on his lips.
"What! That can't be right. First of all, do we even know one hundred six people?" Kim asked.
"My mom and dad, your parents, the tweebs, Monique, Mr. Barkin-" he listed, ticking them off his fingers as he went.
"Wait, Mr. Barkin?" she questioned.
"Yeah, he saw me asking Bonnie."
"You asked Bonnie?" Kim asked, eyebrows raised."
"Well, when I asked Tara I thought it would be rude to exclude her. After all, she was standing right there."
She blinked. "Oh. Okay, then."
"As I was saying, those actors who played us-"
"Heather and Quinn," she interrupted.
"-and Mrs. Mahoney, and Kiligan and Drakken and Shego."
"Whoa, wait a minute. 'Kiligan and Drakken and Shego?'" Kim asked.
"Don't worry, I asked the other villains, too," Ron reassured her.
"That's not what I meant. I meant, why did you ask the villains?" Kim asked.
"They play such a big part of our lives I thought they deserved a say."
Kim stared at him. Then, slowly she said, "That actually makes sense."
"See, the Ronster knows what he's talking about," Ron said.
Kim smiled and, with a gleam in her eye, walked toward her boyfriend.
Beep beep be deep. Kim stopped dead in her tracks and the two groaned. Pasting a grin on her face Kim answered the call. "Hey, Wade. What's the sitch?"
The African American boy slurped his large soda. "I've got more voting results."
"More?" asked Kim. "How many more people do we know?"
"All the people who visit your site," said Wade, leaning back in his chair.
"You asked them?" Kim said, her voice rising in pitch.
"I posted a pole," said Wade.
Seeing his girlfriend about to explode, Ron decided it was time to step in. "Uh, Wade, next time could you ask us before you do something like that?"
"Um, of course," he said, eying Kim angry expression. "Do you want to hear the results?"
"You betcha," Ron said. "Let's hear 'em."
"Okay. For Ron Possible there were six hundred thousand, three hundred forty three votes."
Kim's jaw dropped as Ron mouthed "hundred thousand," his eyes wide as melons.
"And for Kim Stoppable there were eight hundred forty one thousand, nine hundred seventeen."
After looking like a fish out of water for a few seconds more, a gleam came into Kim's eyes. "Wait, I won," she said, a smile stealing onto her face. "I-"
"Wait a second," Wade said. "I'm not done yet. There was another category I added. With two million, two hundred thousand, three votes is…"
"What!?" the world-saving couple exclaimed.
"You should both take the others' name, and be Kim Stoppable and Ron Possible."
Kim and Ron stared at each other. "You know," Kim said, "I think that'll work."
Ron smiled. "Sounds bon-diggety to me."