OK. I can do this. I'm an international super villain, I've fought monsters, heroes, and the products of Drakken's cooking.

I can do this.

All I have to do is get out of the car, and walk up a few feet to the door of Ron's house.

Where his parents are. The grandparents of the children I'm pregnant with.

I can do this. I'm not terrified.

Yes, I am.

Why? How about because in less than a month, according to Dr. Possible, I'm going to be effectively helpless? Because I'm about to bring not one, but two kids into the world…and I have no idea if after what happens in that house I'll be doing it with someone…or alone. Of if I'll even be allowed to keep them. Normally DA's don't make too much noise about a 17 year old, but if they want to, they can claim that I seduced Ron and… well, you get the picture.

Ron gives me his goofball grin and I realize that at least in his world, I'm not going to be left holding the ball alone.

So we walk in, and Ron's mom and Dad look at me, frown, and then notice how Ron is holding me, one arm around my waist and really frown. And then Ron says:

"Mom, Dad…we need to talk."

Oh boy.

Oh Boy.

Yeah. They took it well.

And I'm Mary Mother of God.

Let's see. First they screamed. Then they decided to call the cops. Ron said no. They screamed again. Mom accused me of being a child molesting gold digger. I really tried to keep my mouth shut, since I wanted to say some choice things about her. Dad wanted to know what I was doing waltzing in here like I owned the place.

Well, for that one, I couldn't answer since I sure as hell wasn't certain.

So now Ron's voice is raising and their voices are rising and we're all on the way to a lovely full scale knock down drag out—"Hey mommy, was that when you killed grand-pa" the kids might ask some day. And then Ron takes a deep breath and shuts up for about five minutes, which is how long it takes everyone else to shut up.

Then he lays it out for mom and dad, and for once, they listen.

They can have me arrested. Ron won't testify against me, and he'll never talk to them again. Also, their kid will be born in jail. Where their mom is.

They can refuse to let Ron marry me. In which case, their kids will be, what is commonly known as bastards, or if you want to be more polite but just as cutting, illegitimate.

They can cut off Ron, which is their right, but the kids will probably wonder why granddad and mom don't drop by.

Then he takes a deep breath, and mentions option four.

They can be pissed off as all get out at Ron, because, yes, their son and Shego (and I'm really trying not to be noticed right now, because they need to listen), have screwed up in a major, life changing way, and the fact that he's gonna have money doesn't keep him from being a lot more scared about this than he's ever been in his life, and he could really use some support right now. He really needs some support.

Parents look at each other. Parents look at kid. Parents glare at me and look at exhibit "A" in my crime, my currently unexpanded belly. Parents nod. They'll support Ron…and we'll get married.

At a civil ceremony. Ron starts to swell up at that, but I nudge his feet. Quitting while you're ahead is very much indicated in this situation.

Mom continues, mentioning that a more…elaborate ceremony will come later.

Ah. So that's it. If Shego reverts to type or Ron comes to his senses, they can get a civil annulment, without the problem of the big public marriage. Smart—a bit cowardly, but smart. I decide to just not think about whether they're going it for Ron or themselves.

So, we get hitched. Ron isn't taking any chances of a reconsideration, so he whips out his celphone and makes a call. Rabbi Katz is licensed, and the parents and Ron trust him. He blinks when he drops by, because it's getting late, and nobody actually informed him of the reason for the visit.

Second big problem. Rabbi Katz isn't going to marry us…unless he's satisfied.

Now that's just great. On the other hand, I don't have to deal with the dagger looks mom is giving me, because he throws both of them out of the living room and sits us down on the couch. We're holding hands, to show we're the loving couple…kinda ruined by the fact that we're holding on so tight that it's cutting off circulation.

He just looks at us and flat out asks. Do we love each other.

And I open my mouth to ask what type of question that was, and I close it.

Because I don't have an answer.

I like Ron. I care for him. But love? Hell, I don't even know if I know what it is.

Ron has the same expression on his face. We like each other. We care for each other. But "like" and "care" and even the really neat, "Oh wow, there he is, and in about thirty seconds our clothes are gonna be scattered all over the floor, and I'm going to be waking up the neighbors in a block radius because he's making me scream so loud and happily…"

Isn't what we're talking about. We're talking about something more, and I think I care for him. Hell, maybe I love him.

But do I love him enough? Once Katz does this, if we satisfy him, there isn't any going back.

Now I'm getting feelings in my belly that aren't morning sickness—because Ron looks like he has them to. Then he looks at Rabbi Katz, and has to clear his throat a few times.

"I… I don't know Rabbi." He says, and goes on to say what I've been thinking. Rabbi Katz looks at us both and nods. He'll do it. But he warns us…it's gonna be difficult.

I'd kinda guessed that back at the pregnancy test, Rabbi. He also tells Ron to call Kim and her family.

When the parents get back in, they don't like that. Rabbi doesn't budge. A marriage, he mentions is a contract before both God and man. Act like it's something to be ashamed of, or to be concealed, and you break the agreement, right from the start. Kim's been about as close to Ron as anyone. He continues, and she and her family have a right to be here. To witness.

Oh, sneaky, sneaky, Rabbi. Letting mom and dad know that once they've given their approval, there will be no later weaseling. I could get to like him.

So suddenly, Kim and her family are there. I don't know what Ron said, but they know something's up, because they're all in good clothes. Kim looks poleaxed—especially since mom's filling her in on the events, Dad looks well… worried. Twin brothers, look like all kids their age do—why did you put us in these monkey suits and can we go, please?

So we do the ceremony—Ron's mom got her mother's ring, which Ron sticks onto my finger at the appropriate moment in the service. Kim's veering between happy and horrified, her mom and Ron's mom are doing the waterworks thing, and to my horror, so am I.

I can't honestly tell you what was going through my head. Yeah, I liked Ron, I liked him a lot. But you try being coherent after you go, in about a month, from mind controlled in hell, to free, to free with a kinda boyfriend, to screwing like monkeys, to pregnant, to now married to a seventeen year old and expecting twins. Right now, an MRI would show a giant sparkling TILT sign.

But Ron grins and pulls me close to whisper some sweet nothings, and then he mentions I should have looked at the ring.

For what, I ask. He than looks at it like he's trying to read it and starts saying:

"Ash nazg durbatulûk, ash nazg gimbatul, ash nazg thrakatulûk, agh burzum-ishi krimpatul! "

I punch him. Lightly. In the spirit of the occasion and because I'm suddenly laughing, and that's about as big a wedding night gift he could give me.

That's when Rabbi Katz informs everyone that we must now go and eat. Because such an occasion needs to be celebrated. Ron suggests Bueno Nacho and everyone, right down to the little collections of cells in me, say: No.

Well the twins say yes, but they don't get a vote.

So we go off and eat. It's a nice place, and I actually manage to put some food down. Ron eats with more gusto, the rat. By the end, his parents look… well… not happy, but better with the idea. I guess like a parachutist who's chute failed to open, they've decided that screaming and flapping their arms on the way down is undignified.

Kim gives me the obligatory: If you hurt him at all I'll break your arms and legs and leave you in death valley for the vultures. I give her my patented nasty smile and tell her that I would never dream of hurting Ron, because that would demand that I humiliate Kimmie when she tries to carry through with her threat.

Honor satisfied, we go back to talking.

But soon enough the night is over, and we find ourselves at a good hotel, because Kim called in a favor, and the next day we go off to a lovely seven day honeymoon. I guess we'll be having loads of hot heavy sex there…unless the kids decide they want to see what the toilets over there look like. But for now… We're on the couch and our arms are intertwined…but there ain't a lot of sex going on.

I'm just…burned out. Too much stimulation…and now it's kind of pleasant to just be in this haze. Ron looks the same.

"Scared?" He asks. I nod. He leans his head against mine, and we just stay like that. I'm still scared. But more than ever now, I like the feel of him laying against me, warm and supporting.

To be continued.