You know what I'd dig for Christmas? Some reviews!

With only her mirror for company the next morning, Shego studied herself. Her new weight looked strange against her trim figure. She traced it with her finger and sighed. Suddenly Monty jumped in out of nowhere, interrupting her moment of silence.

"Shego! Shego! I have marvelous news!" Monty's face was flustered with excitement, he was panting as if he had run a marathon.

Shego raised one eyebrow, Monty never got this excited over anything.

"Yeah?"

"I…I" he struggled to catch his breath. "I have gotten you the absolute best obstetrician available! Dr. Samantha Toppable! She is amazing. Kim Possible's computer geek, Wade, recommended her!"

"Uhhhh, that's great Monty," Shego said, much less impressed "When's my first appointment?"

"Today!"

"Ummmm, Okay."

Shego continued to study her stomach.

"Monty, will you still like me when I'm really fat?"

Monty smiled.

"Shego, of course I will still like you. Now get dressed, we've got to go!"

Two hours later, Shego sat on a cold examination table in a room at Elizabeth M. Richardson's Women Center, waiting for the Great Dr. Toppable to arrive (Aren't doctors always late?).

Shego swung her legs back and forth in boredom.

"Oh, yeah Monty, this Dr. Toppable, she is awesome. An hour late. She's a whole hour late."

"Perhaps something came up," Monty said stubbornly, refusing to believe Toppable wasn't as good as he heard.

"Yeah, well let me tell you about this doctor of yours," she slid off the table, growing increasingly bad-tempered. "She…"

Shego was cut off as the door finally flew open. An African-American teen, no older than 16 marched in.

"Who are you?" Monty demanded. "Are you Dr. Toppable?"

The teen gave a sharp nod.

"This is outrageous! You can't be Dr. Toppable! Dr. Toppable is a world famous, award winning, gifted…"

The teen held up her hand to silence the babbling lord. She strolled over to Shego. Without warning, she suddenly poked her in the belly, and then closely examined it. For three solid minutes, the teen prodded and jabbed at Shego's stomach, no one said anything.

Then she stood up and said

"You are 25 years old, five feet, five inches tall, four months, three days, two hours pregnant, work out regularly, are allergic to pineapple, and have once broken your arm, correct me if I'm wrong."

Shego's jaw, dropped, Monty seemed speechless.

Dr. Toppable smiled, and her personality instantly softened.

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare ya. Gosh, where are my manners? I'm so rude."

She held out her hand to Monty and Shego, who both reluctantly shook it.

"Yes, I am Dr. Toppable. And yes, I am 16, but don't go holding that against me! Never let age fool you.

She consulted her clipboard.

"So, then," Dr. Toppable said, suddenly businesslike. "Let's check you out, Sheg!"

"Why does everyone call me Sheg now?" Shego whispered to Monty as Dr. Toppable led them down a complicated hallway.

She greased up Shego's belly with that pregnancy goo stuff (A/N You know what I'm talking about.) and hooked her up to a monitor. She clicked some buttons and brought up an image on the screen.

"Check it. That's your baby."

The baby was indistinguishable from a mass of grey mush.

"See? That's a hand…and there's a foot…oh, and that's the head…"

The doctor pointed to different parts of the screen, showing Shego and Monty. If you squinted hard and turned your head, it kind of resembled a baby.

"Wow," Shego said softly, sitting up now. "That is unbelievable. It looks…real."

"Yes," said Monty. "I can see it too."

He walked forward and gently touched the picture.

"Amazing…"

After Dr. Toppable was finally satisfied that the baby really was healthy, she ripped a sheet of paper off her clipboard and wrote something on it.

"Here, this's my number. You can call me day or night."

"Really?" said Shego.

"Yeah, but I'm totally busy so that doesn't mean I'll answer."
Monty smiled.

"My deepest thanks Dr. Toppable."

She waved him off.

"Enough with the 'Dr. Toppable' stuff. I've taken a liking to you guys. You may call me Sam."

Christmas was approaching fast at the Fiske Manor. Snow coated the whole castle and the glimmered in the back yard….all 200 acres of it. Somehow, Monty had single-handedly hauled in an enormous Christmas tree and set it up in the main hall. He and Shego decorated it together one evening, tossing tinsel around and munching Shego's cookies as they went.

"There," Monty said at last, hanging a gold star on top of the 12 foot tree.

"Good."

Shego sat contently on the couch, her arms folded over her growing stomach. She was happy. Sam had become their friend, calling when she had the time and chatting away with Shego for hours. Monty glanced at the clock.

"Oh, look, Final Jeopardy's on."

Yes, as pathetic as it seemed, the two villains had started to watch stupid TV programs.

(A/N Well, they have a lot of free time!)

They traipsed off to the sitting room on the first floor and turned on the tube. As they watched, Shego started to grow tired. Sleepily, she leaned on Monty, who wrapped his arm around her. It wasn't in a really romantic way, but it was special. It was a peaceable moment, just two people alone in a castle in the snow. Anything could happen. Well, anything could have happened. Because, comfortable and happy, Shego fell asleep.

Ahhhhhhhh, how sweet! I guess this is getting pretty fluffy. Cute though. Oh yeah, did you like Sam? I plan to add her or someone very similar to her to every story I write. She's a lot like me!