I don't own KP.

I couldn't have been happier. There, walking right beside me, was the sweetest guy in the world. His tousled, blond hair blew slightly in the wind. His arm held me tightly, but gently. His touch made me tingle. He always held me like I was his most prized treasure. And I knew that I was. I pulled his jacket, which he'd given me so that I wouldn't catch cold, close to my body. For a moment I regretted warring that slimming, red dress; it was very chilly. However, remembering his reaction to seeing me in it made it all worthwhile. He had looked like he was about to drool over me. He had to have told me that the dress was lovely at least fifteen times, and every time he said that I made it even lovelier. Was it any wonder why I loved him?

"Thank you, Ron," I said softly.

"What for?" he asked, "The necklace, the dinner, or the dancing?"

The necklace. I remembered opening it. Crying out for joy upon seeing it. Ron bringing his arms around my neck to secure it there. The dinner. One of the most romantic meals I've ever had. The dancing. Ron had to be the greatest dancer in the world. He's movements were so smooth, so gentle. I sighed contently.

"Those would mean nothing if you weren't there," I said with all my heart, "I love you, Ron."

"I love you too, KP," he replied.

My heart raced at being called "KP". He called me that more times than I can remember, and got a thrill out of hearing him say it. Then I began to wonder where he was leading me.

"Where are we going?" I asked while using my infamous "puppy dog pout".

Ron didn't look me in the eye but said, "You'll see."

I almost squealed in joy when I saw our destination. It was our tree. The one where we first met. The one where my life was made complete. As we stood under the tree, I looked into those pretty hazel brown eyes and smiled as he kissed me. It wasn't a long, passionate kiss. It was a gentle, loving kiss, the kind a preferred. I smiled at him again, feeling like I could do anything.

"KP," Ron said while holding my hands (why were his hands so sweaty?), "We've known each other for over thirteen years now, and…well…you're the best thing that's ever happened to me."

As I looked into those beautiful eyes of his, I said, "Please, Ron. Exaggerate much?"

"I mean it, Kimmie," he said while reaching into his pants pocket, "I have another birthday present for you."

This is too much, I thought and said, "Ro-on, this night was more then enough."

"Yeah it was, wasn't it?" he said in a macho voice.

He placed a tiny jewelry box in my hands and said, "But, here. You'll love it. Trust me."

I opened the box and saw the most beautiful diamond ring I ever laid my eyes on. It wasn't as big as that diamond Ron and I got back for Jimmy Ding, but it was beautiful. How Ron could afford it, I did not know.

"Ron," I said in slight shock, "This…this is an engagement ring."

"I know," he said, getting down on one knee, "Kimberly Anne Possible, will you marry me?"

My heart raced. I didn't know what to do. I wanted to shot out "Ron wants to marry me!" at the top of my lungs, but my voice wouldn't allow this.

All I could muster was a silent whisper, "Yes."

"Yes?" Ron said, he's eyes lighting up with the intensity of a thousand Christmas lights, "Did you say, 'Yes'?"

"Yes!" I said almost as loudly as I wanted to.

"YES!" he shouted loud enough to enounce to the whole world of our engagement.

After he gently placed it on my finger, I said, "It's beautiful, Ron."

"Not half as beautiful as you, Kim."

I smiled and kissed my new fiancée.

Well, I hope you liked it. R & R.