I don't own KP
—Sometime in the autumn—
You can do this, Kim, the teen hero thought to herself, Remember your motto: I can do anything.
She was trying to write a song for Ron. One that would tell him how much she cared for him. One that would tell him that she was here to support him in this trying time. It was more difficult than it needed to be. It was so frustrating. Ron's mom was sick with cancer, and Kim knew that he needed her to help him get through it. But she didn't know how to help him.
Yeah, I can do anything, Kim thought angrily, except tell the man I love how I feel. I'm so pathetic.
She turned from the blank sheet of paper on her desk. Ron was always there for her; why couldn't she be there for him? Kim hated herself for making this so difficult. Then something caught her eye. It was her Bible. She didn't read her Bible unless she felt that she needed to. And when she did she always put it away when she finished.
Okay, Kim thought as she walked over to put it back in it's proper place, This is a bit weird.
As she picked up the book, she noticed that it was open to the book of Ecclesiastes. Kim didn't even know that was a book in the Bible, let alone read it. A piece of scripture in the third chapter caught her attention. It was a poem that went something like this:
To everything there is a season,
A time for every purpose under heaven:
A time to be born,
And a time to die;
A time to plant,
And a time to pluck what is planted;
A time to kill,
And a time to heal;
A time to brake down,
And a time to build up;
A time to weep,
And a time laugh;
A time to mourn,
And a time to dance;
A time to cast away stones,
And a time to gather stones;
A time to embrace,
And a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to gain,
And a time to lose;
A time to keep,
And a time to throw away;
A time to tear,
And a time to sew;
A time to keep silence,
And a time to speak;
A time to love,
And a time to hate;
A time of war,
And a time of peace.
The words touched her heart.
That's it.
She dashed over to her desk and began to write. It went marvelously.
—The following morning—
Kim woke and tried to remember where she was. It was the guest room in Ron's house. It all came back to her. The song, Ron crying, and his dad offering her to stay in the guest room.
Kim walked out of the room and was greeted by the smell of eggs and hash browns. She entered the kitchen and was surprised to see Ron cooking. Ron hadn't been willing to eat for the past week, let alone cook.
"Mornin', KP," hew said more happily than she'd thought he was capable of.
"Good morning, Ron. How you feeling?"
"A little better, Kim. I mean, I'm still sad about my mom; but, as long as you're by my side, I know I'll get through it. Sit down and I'll serve you breakfast."
Kim did as she was asked. Ron placed two fried eggs on her plate. Sunnyside up. Just the way she liked 'em. Ron put a hash brown on her plate too. She waited until he finish serving himself before eating. It was delicious, no perfect. Ron had to be the best cook in Middleton.
"Where's your dad?" Kim asked after noticing that there was no sign of him.
"He already had his breakfast and said he wanted some time alone," Ron answered, "Oh man! I'm such a jerk! STOPPABLE, YOU IDIOT!"
"Ron, what's the big?"
"I was so concerned about how hurt I was that I totally forgot my dad. This must be really hard for him. And all I've done to "help" is gripe and groan about how much this hurts me. Some son I am."
"Ron, you haven't been a jerk," Kim said, only receiving a glare from Ron, "Okay, maybe a little, but your mom's life hangs in the balance! I want to meet the guy who can get through that without a problem."
"Ronald?" Ron's dad called, with a tone that didn't bring Kim anything close to comfort.
"Dad! I want to..."
He trailed off when he saw that his father was crying. Kim never remembered seeing Ron's dad cry.
"Ron," Mr. Stoppable continued, "I…the hospital called this morning and…I just couldn't tell you…they…Ron, your mother…died in her sleep last night."
Ron didn't say a word. He stood there for a few moments in shock. Then he bolted up to his room, crying. Kim dashed after him. She fond him pacing in his room, biting out curses she didn't know he knew.
Kim grabbed a hold of him and said, "Ron, I'm sorry this happened, but all the curses in the world won't bring your mother back to life."
"You don't understand," he said, looking away.
"You're right. I don't," Kim said, putting her hand under his chin and slowly turning his face towards hers, "But I'd like to. Tell me how much your mom meant to you; how much you loved her. I'll be here for you. Always."
Ron didn't say a word. He just held her and cried.
I'm going to be covering the details on Ron's proposal and the wedding in future chapters. Utile then, R & R.