Author's Note: I'm getting reviews! I'm sooooo happy! 'crys' Any ways... I do not own Kim Possible yada yada yada... and so on...

Chapter 2: Perfect lives don't last forever...

Eight months later...

Those eight months passed by like precious seconds. Kim looked as if she had swallowed a basketball, and Ron was excited... too excited. He was picking out outfits and toys, and they didn't even know what the baby's gender was, yet. Kim didn't want an ultra sound to see what it was going to be. She wanted to be suprised. They didn't care what it was as long as it was healthy... but they had fake arguments about it. Ron was rooting for a boy, and Kim a girl. Nothing could break their perfect bundle of life... until one day.

The day had begun like any other day. They ate breakfast together and Ron left for work. Kim layed around the house until about noon. Then, she began to clean. She had completed the downstairs and had went upstairs to begin cleaning their room. Then the cordless phone rang. Kim answered it.

"Hello..." she said.

"Hey! Whatcha doing?!" asked the voice. Kim knew immediately it was Ron.

"Nothing much... just cleaning." she replied.

"Well I called to tell ya that I'm gonna be working a little late today. I won't be home til about 5:30... 6:00 the latest." he told her.

"Alright." she said as she walked over to the window and opened it.

"Hey Kim..." began Ron. "Sit back and relax. Don't worry about cleaning I'll do it."

"I'm alright." she told him.

"Well don't work yourself to death." he told her, but something told him he should just go home then. He didn't. "I love you...."

"Love you, too" she replied as she turned the phone off and it slipped out of her grasp and out the window onto the roof.

"Arg!" she grunted.

"Guess I'll have to climb out there and get it." Kim climbed out of the window, hanging onto the sill, and reached her hand out to grab the phone. She couldn't reach it. So she let go of the sill and grabbed the phone.

"Got it!" she said, but as she tried to climb back to the window she slipped and fell to the edge of the roof. She sat there hanging as long as she could. She cried for help but yet no one heard.

"HELP ME!" she yelled, her fingers slipping. She could hold on no longer and her fingers let go of the edge of the roof and she fell to the ground on her back, hitting her head on the grill on the way down. It knocked her out completely.

Author's Note: Don't kill me! AHHHH! 'runs away' REVIEW!