Disclaimer- Don't own Kim Possible.

I just EAT UP father/daughter relationships, and Kim and Mr. Possible have one of the BEST I have ever seen in a cartoon! I can't think of many things more precious than the relationship between a daddy and his daughter(I'm a total daddy's girl here, seriously).

Anyway, this story has been floating around in my head and I finally got it out of my system. This is not directly about the Ron and Kim Romance(the last one wasn't either) but both fics have in some way tied to the pairing. So here we go!

Title: Daddy's Little Girl

Genre: Humor

Rating: K

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Mr. Possible heard the familiar sounds of his wife coming home, heard the keys hit the rack and heard footsteps on the wood floor, and a moment later she and his beautiful Kimmie-cub walked into the kitchen. Wife shot husband a knowing sort of smile and after getting herself a drink she left the room. Kim, on the other hand, had pulled out the chair at the opposite end of the table and climbed her way onto it.

"Hi, Daddy." she said.

Without looking over his newspaper he replied, "Hello, Kimmie-cub! Did you have a good first day at Preschool?"

"Yes."

Mr. Possible didn't say anything else, but he did sneak a peek over his paper at her. She was staring at him expectantly, as if waiting for him to ask her something very important. He smiled to himself before moving the paper aside.

"Did you like your teacher?"

"Yeah."

"Was she nice?"

"Uh-huh." Her pigtails bounced as she nodded vigorously.

"Well, that's good!"

And with that he hid himself behind the paper again, counting down.

3...2...1...

"Daddy!" said Kimmie, reproachfully.

"Yes, Kimmie-cub?" he asked, forcing a mildly surprised look as he peered back over the paper. It was all he could do not to smile.

"You forgot to ask me the most importantest thing!" she cried, holding herself up with her palms flat against the table top, her brows furrowed and her mouth in a pout.

"Hmmm, did I? I can't seem to think...let's see, I asked about your day and your teacher...did I forget to ask what you had for snack time?" he said genuinely, looking at her very seriously.

"No, Daddy, you forgot to ask me if I made any friends!"

Mr. Possible brought his hand to his forehead and folded his newpaper down on the table.

"Oh, of course! How silly of me to forget!" he exclaimed, then, smiling at her earnestly he asked, "Did you make any friends today, Kimmie?"

"No."

Now Mr. Possible really DID frown. That certainly wasn't the answer he had been wanting to hear. How could his sociable, sweet little Kimmie-cub not make any friends?

"You didn't?"

Kim shook her head so that her long hair whipped her in the face. Mr. Possible felt his heart drop for her.

"Aw, don't worry, Kimmie, I'm sure you'll make some friends in time..."

But he trailed off because Kim wasn't crying or even looking sad. She was smiling.

"I didn't make any friends today," she said, leaning even further across the table so that she was on her tip toes in the seat. "But I did make a boyfriend!"

Well, that one brought Mr. Possible up short.

"A...boyfriend?" he inquired, feeling a little strange. That wasn't a sentence he wanted to hear coming from his daughter's mouth until she was 25...no, 30! He blinked and frowned and upon looking up saw his wife leaning against the kitchen doorframe behind Kimmie, smiling and trying her best not to laugh. It took him a moment but finally he relaxed and returned the smile before looking back at his daughter.

"Well, isn't that nice, Kimmie! And what's your boyfriend's name?" It was still kind of hard for him to use the term "boyfriend", but he had realized that boyfriend didn't have to same meaning to a 4 year-old as it did to a teenager.

"Ron," she said fondly, now simply standing on the chair and fidgeting with the hem of her dress.

"And is he nice?"

"Yeah, he played with me on the playground." she told him, but then wrinkled her nose a bit with a smile. "But he's kind of weird though...but I like him!"

Mr. Possible laughed good naturedly and got up from the table with the newpaper folded underneath his arm. As he walked passed Kimmie he bent and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

"I'm glad you had a good first day of Preschool, Kimmie, but, uh...," he bent a little closer and whispered so that only she could hear. "How's about you work on getting some other friends, eh? Other girls, preferrably."

Kim giggled and kissed his cheek, too.

"Okay, Daddy."

"That's my Kimmie-cub!"

As soon as he and his wife had exited the kitchen, he looked at her with the air of someone extremely disturbed and full of weariness.

"I never want to hear my daughter say boyfriend again."

All he got in response was a sympathetic chuckle and a pat on the shoulder.

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