Just seven more Billy/Kim one-shots! Gak.

Nonetheless my ligers are still at ready.

Power Rangers do NOT belong to me. I still don't know why Haim Saban let them get away… at least he was smart enough to get back though. :)

53: Yield

"Kimberly?" Billy asked the empty kitchen. He hadn't seen his wife of just over a year all afternoon, and was now instigating a search for her. He scratched his head. He had double checked their bedroom, the gymnastics studio, the Den, the library, the rec room, and now the kitchen for. Perhaps she was in one of the training arenas?

Striding down a hallway he heard muffled crying. It sounded like Kimberly. A troubled Billy followed the sounds to an alcove containing his errant wife, her face in her hands. He knelt down next to her, enveloping her into his arms.

"Shush, what's wrong?" he murmured, holding her close. With a hiccup Kimberly tried to assuage his concerns.

"I'm not sad, I'm just so happy. Nick's going on his first date tonight!"

"With Madison?" Billy queried. Kimberly nodded, nestling into his arms. She sighed contentedly, her tears drying, "I'm so happy that I had to cry."

Unable to contain a strangled laugh Billy informed his wife, "Just warn me next time. You had me worried."

"Sorry."

Billy looked down at her fondly. "I love you."

"I love you too."

Kimberly sighed and listened to Billy's heartbeat.

"Well, at least my baby brother had the sense to fall in love with a Blue."
Billy nuzzled the top of his wife's head.

"Scientifically speaking, sense has nothing to do with love."

Kimberly smiled, warm in his love.

"Yeah, whatever."

Billy scooped her up into his arms in a single fluid motion.

"Want me to make dinner tonight since you're all elated that Nick and Madison are finally together?"

Kim sighed and rested her head on his shoulder, grateful once again that she was petite enough for Billy to easily hold her like a bride.

"I'd rather make dinner with you."

"Okay then. Should I put you down then?"

"No?" Kimberly tried, nuzzling at his neck. Mm, her husband smelled and tasted so good. She was amazed every day that he was hers, and hers alone.

But Billy put her down on her feet anyway. Gently he wiped away the last of her tears from her face.

"Come on, let's go make dinner."

Kimberly smiled and went up on tip-toe to kiss him tenderly.

"All right, let's go."