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I.
He was still handsome; she had to give him that. He had an almond shaped face and sensitive, hooded eyes. His dirty blonde hair was swept back rakishly. He was as fit as he'd been in high school. Objectively, Josh Mankey was Ron Stoppable's physical superior in every way. He was taller, thinner, fitter. No big ears, no softness around the middle. But in the ways that mattered, Kim thought, Ron blew Josh away. Ron was kind, thoughtful, funny, and, she'd been surprised but pleased to discover, for her a better lover. While Ron was clumsy and sometimes tentative in his love making, he was somehow able to satisfy her in ways that Josh never had. And besides, she liked Ron's ears.
She looked across the table at the man, this once-a-partner-now-a-stranger, with whom she'd shared her life and her bed. Where she once had seen a 'hottie' who was 'golden,' Kim now saw a … reptile. He made her think of a lizard. G-ross, she thought. She wanted to get out of this room and out of his presence as quickly as possible.
They were there to review the final settlement; with them were their lawyers. Kim had been increasingly frustrated with Josh's refusal to reach an agreement. They both knew their marriage was over when she had thrown him out the previous December. The divorce should have been concluded a long time ago. But he wanted what was hers. And she refused to yield, especially since he was the one who had cheated on her.
Kim didn't think Josh was entitled to anything other than what he'd brought into the marriage. The house and the portfolio were all paid for by her patents. And her education, which had made those patents possible, had been funded with scholarships and gifts from her parents. Josh had made no financial contributions to her success, and, indeed, had never been called upon to make any sacrifices for their marriage. That she was now willing to give him 25 percent of their liquid assets was only because she had hit him. Kim had found striking him to be immensely satisfying, but knew it was also wrong.
"So," Kim's lawyer said. "Are we ready to bring this to a close?"
"Not yet, Ben," the other attorney said. "I think we need to consider something else." He pushed a large manila envelope across the table. "My client believes that his wife's infidelity needs to be accounted for in the final disposition of assets."
"My what?" Kim snapped. "I was always faithful to you!"
"Oh, really?" Josh asked coolly as Kim's lawyer withdrew a large stack of pictures of Kim and Ron: talking, holding hands, embracing, kissing, entering one another's homes. Kim blanched.
"This is so not right! I didn't meet Ron until after …"
"We were still married, Kim. Maybe I wanted to reconcile."
Kim's eyes opened wide. "Maybe you what?" she asked incredulously.
"Yeah, but you were too busy running around with this other guy."
Kim looked at Josh. He said it all with a straight face. But his eyes – his eyes mocked her. She knew she was being played.
"What do you want, Josh?" she asked icily.
"Fifty percent, since we're both adulterers," which made Kim wince. "And the condo. Since you hit me."
Kim fumed.
"What do you say, Kim?" he asked, a smirk beginning to play at the corners of his mouth.
"I'll think about it," she snarled.
People gave way to the irate redhead who made her way through the lobby, anger etched into her face and a string of expletives punctuated by the names "Josh" and "Mankey" spewing from her mouth. She couldn't believe him. No wonder he'd waited all these months. He somehow found out about Ron and then hired a detective. To follow her. And photograph her. Kim felt violated. She was furious.
Kim stormed into Bueno Nacho, throwing the door open. She looked around but didn't see Ron. She was going to ask the girl behind the counter where he was when Bonnie Flagg, who was in a booth with her two hoodlums-to-be, got up and approached her.
"So, K, get up on the wrong side of the bed this morning?"
"Stuff it, Bonnie," Kim growled.
"On, don't be so touchy. It must be frustrating having to settle for that loser after you had Josh."
"Do NOT call Ron a loser, Bonnie, and …" Kim stopped mid-sentence and scrutinized Bonnie's face. Her former classmate was wearing a smile. The smile of a predator who has successfully carried away another beast's prey. Suddenly, Kim knew. She knew. Bonnie had seen Kim and Ron together at Bueno Nacho. Bonnie was the one who told Josh. Bonnie … "You. Last Christmas …"
Bonnie didn't say anything. She just kept smirking at Kim. But the expression said it all: I've taken something that was yours.
Kim was enraged. And she was also humiliated. She wanted to scream and to cry and to punch Bonnie. But she wouldn't give Bonnie that satisfaction. She summoned all the strength she had, took a deep breath, then hissed, "He's trash. You want him, you can have him. But just remember: you're probably not the only stray to play in that dumpster."
Kim then turned her back on a stunned Bonnie and stalked to the counter. "Where's Ron?" she demanded.
"H-he's out back in the storeroom."
"Thanks," Kim said as she made to go behind the counter.
"I'm sorry, Dr. Possible, but only em-" the teen stopped mid-sentence under the force of Kim's withering glare and pointed Kim to the storeroom, where she found Ron helping a young man with Down Syndrome stock the shelves. Her anger began to ebb as she watched them work, Ron respectfully and gently guiding his worker. Suddenly, she experienced an overwhelming sense of release from her anger. Josh wasn't worth it. Neither was Bonnie. There were still good people in this world, and she was fortunate enough to be romantically involved with one of them.
The young man was the first to notice Kim. He smiled and waved at her and she responded in kind. Ron turned to see her and feigned a look of surprise and concern.
"Quick, Eddie, hide the bendy straws. That lady looks like a load of trouble!"
Eddie, pleased to be in on the joke, laughed, as did Kim, who asked, "Got a minute, goofball?" to the delight of Eddie, who now felt like a true insider.
"Yeah," Ron said, as he patted Eddie on the shoulder and sent him out front.
"So, how's your day going?"
"Spankin'. If you like having your husband use the divorce proceedings as a way to shake you down and you also like learning that one of your least favorite people in the world was sleeping with him."
"Geez," Ron said, as he wrapped his arms around Kim's waist. She pulled in close and rested her head on his shoulder.
"Ron, it could get really ugly," she said, before she explained the situation, including the pictures. "This could be in the news. I'm sure the Examiner would love to run a story about the bitter divorce of the ice queen scientist and the up-and-coming gallery owner."
"Uh huh. And don't forget the hot fast food guy. Gotta love it. All we need is an alien and the tabloids will want to get in on the action, too," he said with a grin.
"Ron, this is serious," Kim said sternly.
He ignored her. "Of course, Mankey does sound like monkey. So, if they spin Josh as Monkey Boy, they don't need an alien."
"Ron …," Kim said, trying not to giggle.
"Headline: Dragon Lady says: Nacho Boy, not Monkey Boy!"
Kim began laughing. "You are incorrigible, Ron Stoppable."
"Yeah, maybe I am," he said kissing her. "Seriously, KP, I'm with you on this. Whatever you want to do, I've got your back."
"Thanks."
"Can I ask a question, though?"
"Shoot."
"How much would you pay to slug Josh right now?"
"What?"
"You know, punch, hit, connect your fist to his jaw. How much would you pay?"
"I don't know," she said, a dark look crossing her face. "A lot. Why?"
"I'm gonna go out on a limb here and you can be angry with me if you want. But if the only reason you're doing this is because of the principle or because you're angry or out of pride, why not give him what he wants? The creep doesn't deserve a red cent, but why not just get on with your life? You'd pay money to hit him. Why not pay to get rid of him?"
"Ron, he wants almost $6,000,000. And the condo."
"I know that's a lot of Claude, Kim. But you'll still have lot left over, too."
"But I bought that condo with the proceeds from my first patent!"
"Yeah, I would imagine that it has sentimental value for you … Well, I was just trying to help."
Kim looked at Ron for a moment and thought about what he was saying.
"If I gave him the condo, where would I live?"
"Well, couldn't you live with your folks until you found a new place?"
Kim groaned. "I don't think I could handle that. They'd be walking on eggshells. And I'd feel like such the loser, moving back home at my age …"
Ron rubbed the back of his neck. "W-ell, you could move into my place," he said nervously. "Until you find something of your own, of course," he quickly added.
Kim looked at him. "You mean that, Ron? Things have been going really well for us, but are you sure you want to live with me? You know I can be …"
Ron took a deep breath. "Kim, I love you …"
"… difficult. Wait, did you just say …" her voice trailed off into a whisper.
"Yeah, I love you," he said earnestly.
Kim took his hands, then embraced him. "You're sweet, but you don't have to say that."
"I know I don't. I want to. I love you," he said in a tender voice. Kim began to cry, softly at first, but then more forcefully. Ron could feel her body shaking. He was lost, unsure of what to do. He couldn't take back what he'd just said. And he thought she'd felt the same way, especially in the days since Thanksgiving. But by uttering those three words, he'd obviously upset Kim, and that was the last thing he wanted to do.
When Kim got her crying under control, she pulled back and gazed at Ron. She looked a bit nervous, as if she was about to take a leap over a giant ravine. "Ron, I, I love you, too," she said, sounding vulnerable and small, knowing that she was once again risking a broken heart, yet believing that this was a risk worth taking and suspecting that with Ron, there really wasn't a risk. She knew she'd been feeling this way for awhile and had been hoping that he felt the same way. Everything they'd been doing with each other said they were in love. I love you: three simple words. Words she had feared saying, because they were an invitation to affirmation – or rejection. But once again, Ron knew what to say to her at the right moment. He had already built a bridge for her and was leading her over the chasm.
Kim was now hugging him tightly, as if she was afraid that if she let him go, he'd never return. He sensed that and responded by gently stroking her hair and whispering into her ear, "I love you, Kim Possible. And don't you ever forget that."
They stood in their embrace, not needing to speak. Finally, Kim pulled back and gazed into Ron's eyes. With a smile, she said, "Okay, Ron Stoppable. I accept your invitation to move in. But on one condition."
"What?"
"I have access to your supply of bendy straws."
"Whoa! Those don't come cheap, you know. You want a straw, you gotta give me a kiss."
"With pleasure. Grande sized?"
"Please and thank you, Doctor."
II.
Kim lost no time in calling her lawyer. She told him that Josh could have the 50 percent and the condo, but she wanted to sign the papers immediately.
Two hours later, Kim, stony faced, sat at the conference table. She reviewed the documents, then affixed her signature. Then, she reached into her purse, pulled out a small plastic bag and tossed it across the table to Josh.
"You might want to give those to Bonnie. Or whomever you decide to bed next."
Josh was surprised to have the wedding band and engagement ring returned to him.
Kim got up, turned and walked out of the room, and purposefully strode through the reception area to the elevator. She rode the car down to the ground floor and emerged into the lobby. She made her way to the coffee shop, where she knew Ron would be waiting for her. He saw her and got up to meet her. Kim's face broke into a huge smile. She ran to him, her arms outstretched, yelling "Yessss!" as she jumped into his arms. They were laughing and kissing like teenagers, oblivious to the passing businessmen and women – and one obviously annoyed Josh Mankey, who had come down just minutes after his now ex-wife.
III.
Ron had taken off a couple of days to help Kim move. They packed almost 'round the clock, separating things for storage and things to be moved to Ron's apartment. Since it was a studio, they had to be judicious. But they agreed that if they were going to do this they should make the place feel like it was theirs; so Kim chose things, including furniture, with meaning to her.
Ron was excited by the change that had come over Kim. She seemed like a new person, liberated from a long imprisonment. She was laughing and giggling and enjoying herself, almost with abandon. Her parents had come to help, too, and they grinned as she kept talking about "Kim and Ron's Most Excellent Adventure."
Once Kim was moved in, she and Ron began unpacking, which kept them up late into the night. When they were done, they climbed into the futon, bone tired. But they were also excited and, rather than fall asleep, found other, more enjoyable, ways to spend their first night living together.
IV.
Kim watched as Ron, on his knees, smoothed out the dirt with his bare hands. She'd known this moment was coming, but was still shocked by the force with which the death of Rufus hit Ron.
It was her idea to bury Rufus on the ridge behind the Possible home. The spot offered a great view of the sunset and was a place she thought Ron would enjoy coming to visit. But Kim was honest enough to acknowledge the desire that motivated her suggestion: her desire to root Ron in this corner of her world, an urge that had grown mightily since Thanksgiving, her divorce, and their moving in together. She was glad she had asked her parents if Rufus might be interred behind the house; they had readily agreed, understanding that this was a way for Kim to further intertwine her world and Ron's.
Kim had grown fond of Ron's little friend, the naked mole rat who, improbably enough, seemed able to communicate with humans. He had seemed pleased, indeed relieved even, when Kim moved in with Ron. Rufus died just days after. To Kim it was as if Rufus had held on just long enough to be sure that Ron would have someone who could care for him as much as he had; she was determined to justify that faith.
The sun was dropping below the horizon and the temperature was quickly falling. Still, Ron didn't move. And so, neither did Kim. The stars came out; at first just a planet, then a few constellations and ultimately, the full panoply of the night sky. Finally, Ron got up. He came over to Kim, who silently embraced him. They stood that way for a long while.
"Come on, Ron," Kim said softly, as she took his hand and led him down the hill. "Let's go home."
V.
Ron was convinced that Corporate's decision to keep Bueno Nacho open on Christmas Eve and Christmas Day would prove to be one of their dumbest ideas ever. Based on the traffic they'd had so far on the evening of December 24, he calculated that, assuming Middleton was indicative of other BN restaurants, the company would lose a truly staggering amount of money because of its decision, a decision that was keeping him from spending the Christmas holiday with Kim and her family. At least he would have the satisfaction of sending a memo about this to his superiors.
He was at the restaurant with Sanjay and Sundar; they'd twice played hacky-sack, had a round robin Zombie Mayhem 20 competition using Sanjay's Game Kid, and broken Ron's cardinal rule of "Never speak ill of a customer." He was secretly delighted to learn that Bonnie Flagg, of all their patrons, was easily the one most despised by the staff.
Ron looked at his watch: break time. He'd go to the office and call Kim. He was going to the Possibles' house after work, but it would be late then; he expected no more than a quick kiss and then bedtime. While Kim and Ron couldn't celebrate the holiday together, they could at least spend some time on the phone; he said he'd call at 8:30.
Just as Ron was going into his office, Sanjay called out, "A customer!"
Sundar added, "I think the boss should take this one." Ron groaned, then turned to see two grinning teens and one Kim Possible.
Smiling, she approached the counter, "I'll order from him, boys!"
The two teens elbowed one another and smirked with adolescent prurience. Ron was still looking at her, surprised by her presence.
"Well, come on! Can't I get some service here?"
Ron, looking confused but happy, went to the register. "Okay, welcome to Bueno Nacho. May I take your order?"
"Yes, I'd like a chimarito combo with a diet soda and a side order of manager, please and thank you."
"Uh, KP …"
"Come on, Ron. Chop chop! I'm hungry," she said, still smiling.
"You heard the lady, guys. Chimarito combo. Make it two." He turned to Kim, "I'll bring it to you. We've got full serve for Christmas."
She sat down and was rummaging through her bag when Ron brought their food over.
"So what's the deal?" he asked. "I mean, this is badical, but shouldn't you be at home? Y'know, celebrating Christmas?"
"I have been. Everybody says hi. And it's been wonderful, except that you're not with us. I missed you. So I decided to bring a little bit of the celebration to you," she said as she set up a portable DVD player. She pressed the play button and Snowman Hank came on.
"Oh, man, Kim, this is awesome! This has got to be the best Christmas I have ever had!"
She beamed. "And guess what, Nacho Boy? It isn't over yet. Don't forget that you're coming back to my parents' after you close up shop. Now eat that Tex Mex before it gets cold."
"Kim …" he said, reaching across the table.
"Shh! Snowman Hank's talking!" she said with a grin as she took Ron's hand in hers.
VI.
It was close to 12:30 a.m. when Ron arrived at the Possibles'. He was looking forward to some sleep; he had to be back at Bueno Nacho at 7:30. He rang the doorbell; Kim was there to greet him. He walked through the door but didn't get far before she kissed him. Giggling, she pointed to the mistletoe.
"Rondo likes the Possible holiday traditions!" he said as she led him to the kitchen for some eggnog. Then she brought him upstairs. He'd never actually been to her room, a large loft, before.
Kim wrapped her arms around Ron and looked into his eyes. "Merry Christmas, Ron."
"Same to you, KP."
She smiled, kissed him, then told him to wash up. When Ron returned, Kim was beneath the covers, her shoulders bare and a wicked smile on her face. "I've been a very good girl this year …" she purred.
"And I'm guessing you'd like a Ron for the holiday?"
She nodded.
He took off his clothes and climbed into the bed beside Kim, marveling at how beautiful she was. Then they enjoyed being together. Afterwards, they held each other. They had been lying there for a long while in the companionable silence of lovers when Kim began to giggle.
"What's so funny?" Ron asked, still a little self-conscious about his ability to perform.
"When I was a teen, Dad would lecture boys about trips to black holes if they got out of line. I never had a guy up here …"
"Not even …"
"Not until after we were married. And this is sooooo much better."
"So, is your Dad going to send me into space?"
Kim chuckled. "Nope. He likes you, Ron. A lot … though not as much as I do." And with that they stopped talking and returned to their previous activities.
VII.
Ron woke up to find Kim was gone. He stretched. They didn't get much sleep, but he was happy as could be. He had no qualms about stumbling through the day in a stupor.
"Merry Christmas, Ron," Kim said as she emerged through the hatch with a tray of food.
"Breakfast? In bed? For us? Cool!"
"Not for us. You're the one who has to work on Christmas Day. I made it just for you!"
"Thanks, KP," Ron said enthusiastically, trying not to let his confusion show as he tried to puzzle out what was on his plate.
"I know how much you like omelets," Kim said with pride.
Crummy Christmas tummy, here we come, Ron thought as he ate Kim's impressively bad cooking. But the look of happiness on her face was overpowering. He knew he had to clean his plate, if only not to crush her. The joy she was radiating was of a piece with everything her father had told Ron about Kim, her feelings for him, and Christmas: a combination of deep affection and a buoyant, unreserved, girlish enthusiasm.
Ron finished his breakfast, then pulled Kim, who was sitting on the bed by him, in for a kiss. "I like dessert in the morning," he quipped. But he wasn't given long to enjoy himself. Kim got up, fairly bouncing with excitement.
"Come on, get cleaned up and meet me downstairs in the den," she ordered with a smile.
Ron watched as Kim practically bounded down the stairs from the loft; it was hard to believe this was the same hard-bitten woman who'd come into Bueno Nacho just a few months earlier. Sure, she was still obsessed with her work, even driven, but she was … happy. He shook his head and smiled.
Once he was showered and dressed for his marathon shift at the restaurant, he went downstairs to the den, where he was greeted by Kim, who offered him a mug of steaming coffee. Naturally, it was awful. But Ron drank it anyway.
"You know, KP, you really look cute in those bunny slippers. Maybe I should tell the people at your lab about them …"
"What? And ruin my reputation," she replied before taking his hand and bringing him down to the floor with her. "I am the Kiminator, you know."
Ron chuckled. "That's pretty good. Though I liked Ned's name for you better – Kimzilla."
Kim looked at Ron through narrowed eyes. "So not funny."
"Uh, heh heh, sorry," Ron replied, now nervous that he'd spoiled the day.
"Gotcha!" Kim said laughing, before she took Ron's face in her hands and kissed him passionately. After she pulled away, leaving Ron breathless, she raised her hands as if they were claws and growled. "Kimzilla. Indeed." Kim then pushed Ron onto his back and pinned him to the floor. "Now watch Kimzilla attack." Ron was happily anticipating more fooling around; but much to his surprise, Kim began tickling him and he couldn't stop laughing.
"Oh, man …" Tim said, walking by the room in his running gear.
"… This is just too much. Bring back the Dragon Lady before I get sick!" Jim, who was similarly attired, added.
Kim stopped her assault on Ron, looked at her brothers, and stuck out her tongue. "You're just jealous because your girlfriends are on a carrier in the Pacific and my workout's more fun!"'
Her brothers laughed, then gave her a big thumbs up before leaving their sister and her boyfriend alone.
Ron, who had caught his breath, smoothed out his tie and shirt. "Wow. A reason, finally, to be grateful for polyester!"
"Mmmm. That means I can tickle you again?" she asked as she mussed up his hair.
"NO!" Ron answered. "And stop that. You're messing with my essential Ron-ness!"
"Your hair? That's funny, I thought your essential Ron-ness was …" as she began moving her fingers down to his belt buckle.
Ron liked where this was going, though now that he knew others were awake he feared Kim's parents would walk in. And he did have to go to work shortly. "Oh, you are a bad girl, Kim Possible!" he said, taking her hand in his and kissing it.
"Maybe I am, Ron Stoppable. You sure were a bad boy last night," she offered with a leer. "But guess what? You still get a present," she added, her tone shifting from sultry to tender.
"What? Oh man, I thought we were going to exchange them tonight, when I got home."
"We are. But this one's special, and I wanted to give it to you this morning. Wait here." She got up, left the room, and returned a moment later.
"I hope you don't mind that I didn't wrap it. It didn't seem right …"
"Oh, wow, Kim …" Ron stammered as he took the present from her. "It's …"
She sat by him and put her arm around him. "I know it's not Rufus, but I thought it would be nice for us to raise one together."
"Boy or girl?" Ron asked, looking at the little naked mole rat, which was asleep in its cage.
"Girl. She seemed like the brightest one. So what should we name her?"
Ron looked thoughtful for a moment, then let an evil grin spread across his face. "Kimzilla!"
Kim stared at Ron open-mouthed, then began to laugh. Ron joined in, which was a mistake, because moments later, now off his guard, he was subjected to another tickle attack. And this time, Kim showed no mercy. Ron finally escaped Kim's assault. He didn't want to leave, but he was expected at Bueno Nacho. He held Kim for a moment, then kissed her on the nose. "I'm sorry I have to go."
"I am too." She smiled at him. "Ron?"
"Yeah?"
"Thanks for the best Christmas ever."
"You're welcome, KP."
"And Ron?"
"Yeah?"
"I love you so much."
"I know," he answered, leaning in and giving her a kiss, willing to risk being a little late to Bueno Nacho …
VIII.
"KP! What are you doing here?" He asked, rising from his chair. It was the middle of the afternoon on Christmas Day. Ron hadn't expected to see her until late that night.
She smiled. "Consider this your second Christmas surprise. Besides, I was missing my Nacho Boy. So what's that?" she asked, noticing the book on Ron's desk.
"Huh? Uh, nothing." Ron replied, clumsily trying to conceal his reading material.
"Nice try, Ron."
"It's a secret," he said defensively.
"You know how much I hate secrets," Kim purred.
"Well, sorry, but I'm not gonna tell … Oh, no fair, KP," Ron protested as Kim went into full puppy dog pout mode. "Stop, stop," he said waving his hands. "Here." He handed her the book.
"Science for Idiots …" she murmured before she looked at Ron, filled with curiosity.
"I wanted to have some clue as to what you do with those nanothingies and computer gizmoes. So, I, uh, I've been doing some reading …" he said self-consciously, suddenly feeling foolish and wholly inadequate. There was no way he could ever be an intellectual companion for her. He felt stupid, and stared glumly at his shoes, then felt Kim wrap her arms around him.
"That is so sweet, Ron." She leaned her forehead against his.
"Really? I mean, Kim, doesn't it bother you that I'm not exactly Einstein …"
"No, it doesn't. I don't want Einstein. I want you. And did I tell you that what you're doing is not only sweet, but it's sexy, too?" she asked as she leaned in to give him a long, slow kiss.
"Fusion?" he gasped breathlessly, when they finally pulled apart.
"Mmmm. You are a good student," she said, running her fingers through Ron's hair. "But I think you should do some more work in this area."
"I may need a tutor," Ron said, grinning.
"Lucky for you," Kim replied, "I'm available …"
IX.
Later that evening, Ron was at his desk, ostensibly reviewing some supply order forms, but in reality musing on how good his Christmas holiday had been despite all the time he had spent at Bueno Nacho over the last two days. A huge smile spread across his face as he recalled how little sleep he and Kim got the previous night, then her midday "tutoring." Ron was beginning to happily think of what lay in store for later that evening when he heard the yelling out front; he rose from his chair and went out to investigate.
"What's going … "
Ron stopped mid-sentence. Ahmed and Rajiv, the two teens working the night shift, looked like deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming tractor trailer. That was because neither of them had actually ever seen a real gun before, let alone one pointed at them from the other side of the counter in Bueno Nacho.
TBC …