I don't own KP.
I was as nervous as a porcupine in a balloon factory. There, walking right beside me, was the most beautiful woman in the world. Her red hair blew slightly in the wind revealing the delicate skin on her face. I held my right arm tightly, but gently, over her shoulders. Her soft hands held my jacket, which I had given to her so she wouldn't catch cold, close to her body. I remembered the bright red dress underneath it. How it looked on her. How it complimented the color of her hair perfectly. How many times I told her it looked lovely on her, and that she made it lovelier.
"Thank you, Ron," she said, almost too quietly for me to hear.
"What for?" I asked, "The necklace, the dinner, or the dancing?"
"Those would mean nothing if you weren't there," she said, "I love you, Ron."
"I love you too, KP."
"Where are we going?" she asked.
I dare not look at her, knowing she use her infamous "puppy dog pout" on me to get me to spill the beans.
"You'll see," I said.
We came to our destination in no time. It was our tree. The tree where we first met. Were we first became friends. I looked at the leading lady in my life (since my mother died) and kissed her. It wasn't a passionate kiss, like the ones you see in those romantic movies. It was a gentle, loving kiss. She smiled at me, and I knew I could do it.
"KP," I said while holding her soft hands and looking into her gorgeous emerald green eyes, "We've known each other for over thirteen years now, and…well…you're the best thing that's ever happened to me."
"Please, Ron," Kim said sweetly, "Exaggerate much?"
"I mean it, Kimmie," I said, reaching into my pocket and bracing myself, "I have another birthday present for you."
"Ro-on," Kim said in her this-is-too-much voice, "This night was more then enough."
"Yeah it was, wasn't it?" I said, and then put the tiny box in her hands, "But, here. You'll love it. Trust me."
Kim's eyes lit up when she opened the box.
"Ron," she said, "This…this is an engagement ring."
"I know," I said, getting down on one knee, "Kimberly Anne Possible, will you marry me."
After what seemed like forever she quietly said, "Yes."
"Yes? Did you say, 'Yes'?"
"Yes!" she said loudly.
"YES!" I shouted.
I took the ring and gently placed it on her finger. The diamond glistened almost as brightly as her eyes.
"It's beautiful, Ron," she said while admiring her new birthday present.
"Not half as beautiful as you, Kim," I said.
Then we kissed. The first time I left that tree with a new best friend; this time, I left with a new fiancée.
Coming soon: the engagement: Kim's POV. R & R.