They sat snuggled on Shego's couch enjoying each other's company after another date. Kim had suggested dancing at a local club that opened nearby. It was fun until the other patrons oggled and attempted to flirt with her date. Then, she unconventionally convinced Shego that they should go back to her place.

"My feet hurt," Shego complained.

"Weakling," Kim deadpanned, rubbing the feet on her lap. Deja vu, much?

"You were wearing heels!" Shego said incredulously.

"I said I was sorry!" Kim huffed softly with a pout. "It wasn't my fault that guy bumped into me."

"Oh, yeah? And what about the other fourteen times you stepped on my feet when we were dancing?"

Kim frowned and looked down, "Sorry." It was so hard to hide the shame and embarrassment even when she tried joking about it. "I shouldn't have suggested dancing." I just wanted to impress you, she thought.

Shego knew Kim really was sorry (after all, this apology was probably the hundredth one of the night) and was only returning the teasing. She brought a finger under the redhead's chin to tilt her face up. "It's okay. I was just teasing. So you have two left feet," she shrugged, "but you have a lot of other redeeming qualities."

Kim brightened, "Like what?"

"Hm," Shego pretended to think. "You're..."

"Go on."

"... short."

Kim's mouth opened and closed like a fish, trying to figure out how to take Shego's statement. Realizing the woman was teasing her about her height –which is kind of stupid because she wasn't short by any standard. Okay, maybe so she was petite. Damn it. She wasn't short.

"You are mean!" Kim finally said indignantly and pushed the other woman's feet off her lap. Shego just snickered before leaning over to wrap an arm around Kim's shoulder.

The younger woman stiffened when Shego's full lips tickled her ear, "To be honest, I find your blushes and how far down they extend very very sexy but really," Shego's eyes flicked up and down her frame, "that's the least of it."

On cue, Kim turned a healthy shade of crimson, a mix of pleasure and mortification. She could do nothing but glare ineffectively at her date.

The dark haired woman tenderly brushed her lips against Kim's as an apology and smiled. Kim cupped a hand over her face. Kim found it a wonder that Shego could leave her burning one second, and melting the next.

She was about to lean in and give her date a proper toe-curling kiss and... stopped short.

As if it was their job to ruin the moment, Shego's brothers came out from the kitchen chewing on left over pizza disturbing the women. The boys stopped and stood in the middle of the living room obnoxiously chewing on huge chunks of food.

"Do you think she brought one?" Hego asked talking with his mouth full, talking about the couple on the couch as if they weren't there.

"Brought a what?" Mego asked, gnawing on his own slice.

"A U-haul."

Mego nodded, fatalistically, "It's obvious. The end is near."

"Go away," Shego said, throwing couch pillows at them. "Get out of my hair, go the fuck home, and stop stealing my food." The boys laughed and made their way out the door, knowing Shego was practically harmless with Kim over.

"Sorry," Shego said to her date, "They just keep butting in."

Kim kissed her cheek, "It's alright." She swallowed, suddenly nervous. "Although... now that we're alone, I..."

Sensing her unease, Shego placed her hand on Kim's. "What's wrong, Princess?"

"I need to tell you something..."

Uh, oh. Shego knew nothing good came out of that sentence. Her mind raced, recounting every moment, every touch, every phone call, every email, they've shared in the past couple of weeks of their dating for anything amiss.

"We've been to a few dates now and I know I should have to you earlier that I..."

… am married.

… am an ex-con.

… am pregnant.

"...have..."

… a dream.

… changed my mind.

… the herps.

… a girlfriend.

… a boyfriend.

… Evil Exes that you have to battle against to win my heart.

… a weird kink that involves peanut butter, Justin Beiber hair, and tube socks.

Shego tried to mentally list all the possible endings of Kim's slow, hesitant sentence (slightly cursing her brothers for the weirder ideas). The room's mood went from romantic and playful to entirely too hot and stuffy in mere seconds. The suspense was murder.

"I have-" [Beep beep beep beep]

Kim's phone interrupted her speech. She looked at Shego apologetically and took the call. She worriedly spoke to the person on the other end and got off to cough to pace.

"Is everything alright?" Shego asked when Kim got off the phone.

"I'm really sorry, but I have to go," Kim said, hurriedly gathering her things. Shego walked her to the door to her car.

"Is there anything I can do?" Shego tried again as Kim go into her car.

Kim shook her head and simply told her that she'd call in the morning.

"... and she left, just like that," Shego said recounting the night's events to her brothers as they caught a quick breakfast together. "Kim called earlier to confirm our dinner date later -which, by the way, is your cue to stay out of my house- but she didn't say anything else."

"I honestly don't know what's gotten into you," Mego whined, "What happened to not being tied down unless it's to a bedpost? You and I just need to go clubbing again, get a little drunk and meet a few girls, to set your head straight."

"I honestly don't know," Shego admitted, "I can't keep my mind off of her."

Hego scratched his head. "Well, I don't know what to tell you..."

"You never do," Shego said, crossing her arms. "I just don't know why she waited till now, as we've gone on a few dates already. It must be big, whatever it is."

Mego wiggled his eyebrows before Shego looked at him. It wasn't quite a glare. It was the face which told him that if he didn't get serious with this conversation, he'd get it. And it would be painful.

And deeply permanent.

Clearing his throat, he sat up a little straighter as if he was an eager pupil ready to pay attention.

"Maybe you passed some sort of test, and probably thinks you're ready to find out whatever it is," Hego offered, rubbing the stubble on his chin thoughtfully.

"She passes..." One Wego twin said.

"... our approval," the other twin finished. They looked up to their sister with grins. Feeling a burst of affection for her "baby" brothers, she ruffled their hair earning half-hearted complaints.

"But what do I do?" she asked them.

"It's best that you worry about it when you find out what it is," Hego advised.

Across town, Kim was voicing her own doubts.

"Do you think she'll be alright when she finds out?" Kim asked Hana.

"Who?" she scratched her head, quickly drawing figures in the air before stuffing her nose back to her book. After a few moments, she scratched her head exasperatedly at the page before looking at Kim. "In my opinion, you should have told her way earlier," she said to her book.

"Excuse me for wanting to find out what kind of person she is, I'm just trying to protect-" Kim was about to start her tirade.

"I got it!" she yelled triumphantly at her book, pumping her fist in the air before realizing that Kim was trying to tell her something. "Uh, sorry, Kim. I really just have this trigonometry test later. But I get, you, I really do. It's just that you expect her to recover after you drop this huge nuclear bomb on her without even hinting at it first. She'd probably freak and have a huuuge cow the size of Texas state."

Kim sighed, "It's just that I wanted to know her first, and her to know me first. It would be nice, too if I was assured that she was seeing me for me. That she wouldn't be using them as a way to get me to, you know."

"All I know is, the fact that you're asking me for relationship advice is sad," Hana nodded to herself. "I definitely don't have enough life experiences to even put anything you say in proper context. I mean, I still live with my parents and I still have a curfew. I'm not even allowed to date yet. Ask me this stuff again in a few years." Hana giggled.

Kim sighed, "You're right." She hugged the girl. "It's just that you're so smart."

"Well, with a brother like Ron?" They shared a laugh at that one.

"Just don't grow up too fast," Kim said, squeezing the girl a little tighter.

"Just tell her," the young girl advised, glancing up to Kim.

"I'm afraid," Kim bit her lip.

"It'll work out."

"How do you know?"

"Doesn't it always?" Hana said with the half-smile.

The next day, all Kim could think about was what she was going to tell Shego. It didn't help all that much that morning at work started out as hell and the rest of the day seemed to be spiraling down that rough path.

"Shannon, all you do is accuse everyone of being lazy, why not show us that you're cut above the rest instead of just telling us about it?" Kim said, biting the edge to her voice as she kneeled to pick up the pieces of paper from the floor and properly threw them into the blue recycle bin. "Now, was that so hard?"

"While it's certainly not your job to pick up littered paper, it's definitely not my job to listen to your complaints," Kim said calmly before walking back to her desk. She sighed, why is it that everybody thought that they deserved a trophy every time they did the right thing? "You do the right thing because it's the right thing to do," Kim muttered to herself.

"Boy, it's like I didn't leave my classroom."

Kim recognized the voice instantly and her face lit up with hope. "What are you doing here?"

"Thought I could bring you lunch," Shego said lifting a brown bag to eye level. "Rough day?"

"You have no idea," Kim said with a deep shuddering sigh.

"It's disappointing that people get an education for nearly a quarter of their life and miss the most important thing we try to teach."

"What's that?" Kim asked softly.

"To care," Shego said sincerely.

Impulsively, Kim gave her a peck on the cheek.

"What was that for?" Shego said, her fingers tracing over the ghost of Kim's lips.

"You are just too cute for words," Kim said with a blush.

"I don't do cute," Shego teased.

"You so do. It's right up there with sexy, hot, gorgeous, funny, talented..."

"Alright, flatterer, stop telling me things I already know," Shego smirked, "Let's go eat?"

"Let me just get my purse and," she reached over her desk and knocked over the picture frame sitting there. Before she could stop her, Shego quickly picked up the frame and turned it over to look at it.

"Aw, Kimmie, who are they? Your brothers?" Shego asked, vaguely remembering that Kim had mentioned having twin brothers. Kim probably kept their baby pictures because she was sweet like that. Shego kept pictures of her brothers, too. In her wallet, where nobody else will see. "They look adorable."

"They're... mine." Kim's voice was very small.

Shego looked confused for a moment so Kim took a deep breath to help calm herself and repeated her sentence.

"They're not my brothers... they are my sons."

A/N: How was it? Let me know.

Thanks for reading.