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I.

Kim, Ron, Sulu and Yori were seated around the table in a private room at one of Honolulu's trendiest restaurants, a place that specialized in Japanese Fusion. Kim, casting a suspicious glance at Yori, wished that it had been the beautiful Japanese woman sitting across from her, and not Hirotaka and Keiko who were apparently a couple, who had been given the night off.

Shortly after they were seated, the four diners were given menus. Kim had been unabashedly pleased when Ron, unintentionally ignoring their hosts, turned to her and began gushing about the different options. She loved the way his face glowed with delight – and how he wanted to share this pleasure with her. But her joy soon turned to frustration as Sulu and Yori began to engage Ron in a conversation about the menu and then the finer points of Asian cooking. The irony was undeniable. Ron had feared coming to Hawaii because he thought he'd be left out of the loop, unable to talk to anyone, because he'd have nothing to say. Instead, she was the one feeling like an outsider, as Ron began to talk food with the world's leading cybertronic medical researcher and his sultry colleague.

That part of the evening seemed like ages ago. After the menu discussion there'd been talk about baseball. Kim, who was being engaged in conversation by Sulu about recent developments in neurological research, listened with disbelief as Yori spoke of her love of the Yomiuri Giants with Ron, who was a life-long Red Sox fan. She wanted to groan when Yori responded by laughing seductively and saying something about Ron's "American-style baseball commentary" to Ron's explanation that his obsession with the Boston nine was "the underdog rooting for the underdog. The Yankees were too much like the bullies in school …" Kim then wanted to scream when the two began talking about Ichiro and she realized she didn't know if Ichiro was a first name, last name, or skin condition; Kim was clueless about baseball.

The baseball talk was followed by more conversation about cooking, gaming, and Kung Fu. Kim had almost blanched when Yori suggested she could teach Ron some new moves; Kim was glad that Ron didn't see her toss back her sake only to immediately refill her glass. She tried to insert herself into the Kung Fu discussion, but found herself strangely paralyzed. So as she returned to listening to Sulu, she said to herself over and over again, I am not jelling, I am not jelling, He is not going to decide Yori's a better fit, he is not …

Kim didn't realize it, but she was getting drunk. She had reached that moment where one sees and comprehends everything with acute clarity, the point just before one slips into an alcohol-induced fog. It was then that Kim realized why she was so afraid. She had said it to Ron once before: There have been times that I've worried you'd grow tired of me. He'd said he never would. But she was his first true romance. And when he'd said it, he'd never met Yori. Kim had been dumped before. And if she could be abandoned for someone despicable like Bonnie, then why not someone as seemingly amazing as Yori? Kim knew Ron would never cheat on her. But he could tire of her, couldn't he? And how was she to combat that? Become someone she wasn't? The sadness began wearing on her heart. She looked longingly at the sake, which was offering the only comfort Kim was finding during this dreadful dinner.

When the alcohol finally hit, it was as if a light switch had been flipped. Ron noticed Kim's eyes had grown glassy and she was swaying as she reached for the bottle. He cursed himself for not noticing earlier. He'd been enjoying the conversation with Yori. He liked talking with her; they shared a lot of the same interests, though he knew he'd grow bored with someone like her. That was one of the reasons he had come to love Kim – she was different enough to keep him excited and engaged.

"Uh, I think that's enough, KP."

Kim pouted. "I jusht want one more, Ron," she said, slurring her words. Kim saw what she was sure was a bemused look on Yori's face. That Japanese hussy is mocking me! she thought. And she's brazenly flirting with Ron. My Ron! Kim saw how Yori laughed at Ron's jokes, engaged him in conversation about Japanese cuisine and baseball and Kung Fu, all while seeming to eye him lasciviously. She's making a play for him. Get your own Nacho Boy; this one's mine! Kim thought as she put her hand on Ron's thigh and began to play footsie with him.

Ron was growing worried. He and Kim were often like teenagers in love, not caring what people might think of their public displays of affection. They held hands, embraced, even kissed in public. But tonight was different. There was something odd about her affectionate behavior. And he'd never seen Kim drink. At least not like this. When the bottle of sake came around their way and Kim reached for it; he cut her off. "I don't think so, Kim," he said gently.

"Well I do, Shtop Ronnable," she objected.

Ron decided it was time to get Kim back to their room.

"Kim, it's been a long day. I'm tired. Why don't we go back to the hotel?"

"Jusht you and me?"

"Of course, KP," Ron answered, confused. Who else would come with us? he wondered.

"Okay. Nigh-Night," she said to the others as she unsuccessfully tried to stand up.

"G'night," Ron said to Sulu. "Thank you for your hospitality," he said, bowing his head to their host before he took Kim's arm and helped her to her feet.

"It was my pleasure, Mr. Stoppable."

Ron led a drunk Kim to a waiting cab. She was leaning against him, giggling. "Ron likes me! He'zz taking me, not Yori, not Bonnie back to hish room!"

Ding ding ding ding ding ding ding! The alarm bells went off in Ron's head. Everything suddenly became clear to him. He felt like a complete idiot. He was usually so good at reading Kim. But not this time.

"That's right, Kim. You're the one for the Ronman. You and only you." Ron wrapped his arm around Kim, concerned about her now rampaging insecurity. She was worried she might lose him to another woman, an idea that in Ron's mind was utterly preposterous, but to Kim, who'd already suffered that fate, must have seemed all too possible. Does Mankey even know, even care, about how badly he hurt you? Ron wondered. All I know is, when we get back, I want to find him and kill him.

When they arrived at the hotel, Ron led Kim up to their room, helped her change into her silk pajamas, and gently tucked her in the bed. She was babbling at that point. Ron went to the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash up. When he returned to the bedroom he was greeted by a naked Kim, who was grinning at him.

"You like?"

"Oh yeah, I like." Ron came over and kissed her on the forehead. "I like very much. But why don't we go to sleep?"

"I don't want to shleep!" she protested. "I want to have fun with my Nasho Boy."

"And I'd like to have some fun with my Dragon Lady, KP. But I don't think this is the right time."

"You don't think I'm attractive. You wish I had a big busht like Yori or Bon-Bon," she said petulantly.

"Kim, that's not true. I like you exactly the way you are."

"Then prove it!" she said, wearing a challenging expression.

Ron sighed. He took off his clothes, then embraced Kim. He led her to the bed, and laid her down. "See? You. You're the only one I want to be with …" Ron loved being intimate with Kim, but felt it would be wrong under these circumstances. Yet he felt trapped. He wasn't sure what to do. Kim, fortunately, resolved the dilemma for him. Much to Ron's relief, she fell asleep the moment her head reached the pillow. Once again, he put her into her pajamas and tucked her beneath the covers. Then, he leaned over, kissed her on the forehead and whispered. "And you are the most beautiful woman in the world."

II.

Ron watched as Kim climbed out of the bed and wove her way to the bathroom. He grimaced as he listened to her retch; Kim clearly could not hold her liquor. He felt terrible for her, but there wasn't much he could do while she was tossing her cookies. He poured her some cold water from the bedside carafe. He realized he could go to her side or he could leave her alone with her dignity. He decided on the latter for the moment.

When she was done, rather than come back to the bed, she wandered into the sitting area of their suite.

Ron wondered what was going on and got up. He quietly made his way into the other room and saw that Kim was now sitting on the floor of the balcony, looking out towards the ocean. He sat down and put his arm around her and they sat in silence.

"I made a complete fool of myself, didn't I?" she asked.

"Hey, you've had a lot on your mind lately," he replied.

"Ron, I, well, I, oh you're going to think I'm so the drama queen. But when I saw Yori looking at you …"

"What do you mean looking at me?"

Kim smiled, a bit incredulously. "You're going to tell me that you didn't notice her making eyes at you?"

"Eyes? What are you talking about? Even if she was, I was too busy talking stats with her to notice. Besides, why would I care? I've got you."

Kim pulled Ron closer to her. "I kept telling myself that's what you feel. But she's so beautiful and you have so much in common and …"

"Not as beautiful as you, KP."

"Ron, she has a 17 year old's perfect body. Me, I'm showing all 30 of my years …"

"And you are showing them very well, if I may say so," he countered as he let his hand wander.

"And she cooks and knows baseball and plays video games and … I just feel ridiculous. I am so insecure."

"Why is that ridiculous? Let's see. You think a woman wants your man. Paranoia? Not if you've been there, done that. Mind you, when it happened, he was more than willing, which is where things are different here. I know quality. I'm a KP man, through and through. Of course, that's why five out of five dentists recommend Nacho Boys over Monkey Boys."

Kim squeezed Ron's hand. "But what if …?"

"Kim," Ron sighed. "You know the first thing that popped into my head that night you came into Bueno Nacho? Man, she's beautiful."

"Really?"

"Yeah." Ron wisely didn't feel a need to add that he'd also thought that she was tweaked. "And after you left, I found myself sitting in my office thinking about you." Ron chuckled. "You had just reamed me in front of a whole bunch of people and what did I do? I began crushing on you." Ron saw the surprise on Kim's face. "That's right. I began crushing on you the moment I met you. And I haven't stopped crushing on you since. I don't want other women, KP. Not since that evening."

Kim was looking at Ron intently now. Her hair was a tangled mess, her eyes bloodshot, her breath quite unpleasant.

"Kim, I'm happy to sit here and tell you all night long how beautiful you are. I love you. I always will. I can't even begin to tell you what having you in my life has meant to me. If I have my way, we'll spend the rest of our lives together. I want to marry you."

"You do?" she asked softly.

"Oh geez," Ron said, slapping his forehead. "I can't believe I just said that."

Kim looked crestfallen. It took only a second for Ron to realize how that must have sounded.

"No, no, KP. That's not what I meant," he said, pulling at his hair. "I wanted to say that. Just … well, I had a whole romantic evening planned at a really fancy restaurant and …"

"I don't need that Ron," she said, beaming. Kim's head may have been throbbing, her stomach may still have been unsettled, and her mouth may have tasted like dry cotton and vomit. She may have been sitting on a concrete surface in rumpled pajamas next to a bleary-eyed man with messy hair and night breath. But she found it all to be incredibly romantic. What she had been hoping for had now actually happened.

"Okay, well, look, you just stay here for a moment." Ron got up and went back to the other room, then returned. He took her hand and guided her from the floor of the balcony to one of the chairs. Then he dropped down onto one knee and asked the question.

"Kim, will you marry me?"

Her eyes began to tear as she smiled at him. Then she leaned over and kissed him.

"I'll take that as a yes?" he asked when they were done.

She nodded.

"Booyah!" he said, wearing a huge grin.

Ron took her hand and slipped a diamond engagement ring onto her finger. It was a small solitaire, but all that Kim noticed was how brightly it sparkled. "It's beautiful, Ron. Thank you so much. I don't know what to say …"

"How about you want to take the bed for a ride with your new fiancé?" he asked. Kim drunk and insecure he wasn't going to fool around with. Kim hung over but happy was a different matter.

Much to Kim's evident delight, he leered at her. She returned a similar, hungry look, then purred, "Mmmm. Gentlemen, start your engines …"

III.

Ron woke up the next morning to see a happily grinning Kim lying beside him, holding her hand above her head, staring at her ring.

"Morning," he said.

"Good morning to you, too," she responded cheerily.

"I like what you're wearing."

Kim grinned. At the moment, the only thing she was wearing was her ring. She rolled onto her side and kissed her fiancé. "And I was worried you'd think I was overdressed …"

"Nuh uh …"

IV.

The conference was over and Kim and Ron had a day and a half left to themselves in Hawaii. Kim wanted to go shopping and Ron wanted to go to the Pearl Harbor memorial. After enjoying dessert, and then breakfast, in bed, they mapped out a plan for the day.

They were walking down the street, past some shops, when Kim said she wanted to go into a shoe store and look at something. Ron asked if he could take a pass. He'd already been in more stores than he could count and felt like a pack animal carrying all of Kim's purchases. And he wanted to enjoy the warm sunshine; in 36 hours they'd be heading back to the cold of Colorado. He was watching people come and go when he saw, across the street …

"Felix! Felix Renton!"

A wheelchair-bound man of Ron's age turned to the voice calling his name. He looked curiously at the blonde-haired man yelling at him …

"Ron? Ron Stoppable?"

Ron ran across the street. "Oh man, this is incredible! How are you? It's been like …"

"Twenty years, dude! This really is incredible. What are you doing here?"

"My fiancée," Ron said with great pride, "and I came for a meeting she had. What about you?"

"The missus and I are here on vacation. I'm still waiting to go the Arizona …"

"While she's, oh let me guess, busy shopping!"

Felix laughed. "You got that …"

"What's he got, boy?" a striking African-American woman asked.

"Nothing, Mo. Monique, this is a blast from past, my childhood buddy, Ron Stoppable."

Monique grinned. "Nice to meet you. You like woman's clothes or you got someone with you?"

Ron laughed. "She's in that store over there."

Felix, looking at what Ron was carrying, was amused that Ron may have managed to find a woman who liked to shop as much as Monique. This could be expensive if Monique and Ron's fiancée hit it off, but he saw some real promise in renewing this friendship. "So, Ron, you still in Riverdale?"

"Nah, I moved to Colorado last year, place called Middleton."

"Go on!" Monique exclaimed. "That's where I met lover boy!"

"Yeah," Felix added with a laugh. "My mother got a job at the Space Center there. We met in our sophomore year and have been going strong ever since."

"No way! My fiancée's dad works at the Space Center. And, oh man, you would have gone to school with her: Kim Possible!" Ron said enthusiastically. "This is just too cool!"

"Cool is one way to put it," Monique muttered, her friendly tone replaced by one of bitterness. "Kim and I were pretty tight sophomore year. Until she just cut me off. Man, was she cold. Becomes head cheerleader and begins dating golden boy and suddenly Monique and Felix aren't good enough for her …"

"Mon, calm down, that was a long time ago," Felix said, holding his wife's hand, though he sympathized with her pique. He knew how deeply Kim's callous ending of their friendship had pained Monique. He had been quite ticked off at the time, but, never having been close to Possible, didn't feel the same level of hurt.

"Felix Renton, don't you start telling me to calm down. That girl just … hold on a minute!" Monique exclaimed, her insatiable desire for the latest news edging out her anger. "How can you be marrying Kim? I thought Kim was married to Josh Mankey …"

"He's history," Ron said icily, the word 'Mankey' immediately making his blood pressure rise.

"Oh," Monique responded. "He get tired of her 'tude?" she added acidly.

Ron's eyes narrowed. "No. It's really none of your business, but he was cheating on her. And I don't know what happened between the two of you, but before you keep making assumptions about what Kim's like now, you might be interested in knowing about me. I run a fast food restaurant …"

Monique and Felix looked at Ron.

"… And I'm not exactly rocket scientist material."

The Rentons looked at Ron quietly, trying to assimilate what he had just said. Ron picked up the packages and turned to go back across the street.

"Well, it was nice to see you Felix. Take care …"

Felix and Monique watched Ron turn his back and looked at one another.

Monique considered the man walking away from her. A fast food restaurant manager. Big ears. A little soft around the middle. Wearing a classic Aloha shirt, a pair of old sneakers – and pants that Monique, as a designer for Club Banana, knew came from her employer's budget division, Smarty Mart. Not the sort of guy the Kim Possible who had dumped her as a friend ever would have talked with, let alone dated, let alone decided to marry. Maybe the girl had changed, at least enough to warrant sitting down and talking. Besides, she could see the look of regret on her husband's face as his long-lost childhood friend began to retreat across the street. Monique squeezed Felix's shoulder. He looked at her as she jerked her head to Ron.

Felix raised an eyebrow, Monique, a smile playing at the corners of her mouth, nodded in silent reply.

"Yo, Ron," Felix called.

"Yeah?" he responded, turning back to Felix, disappointed by the way things had turned out.

"Umm, you guys maybe want to get some lunch?"

Ron looked at Felix, then at Monique, who smiled.

"You sure?" he asked.

"Yeah, you tell that girl of yours I wanna have a word with her. And then she and I are gonna talk clothes. She may have mellowed out and all, but I can see she's still got a thing for shopping," Monique said, grinning, as she looked at all the packages Ron was carrying. "Renton here is useless when it comes to stylin'!"

Felix grinned as he shrugged, then put an arm around his wife.

Ron pursed his lips and thought about things for a moment, hoping that Kim would welcome this re-engagement with her past. Monique and Felix seemed like a nice couple and he wanted to get to know his old friend again; hopefully, Kim would feel the same way about Monique. "Okay. Let me ask Kim."

V.

Ron rolled his eyes when he found his fiancée. She was seated amongst a large sampling of shoes, and was trying on a pair. Ron had been amazed at how many pairs she had. While he got by with just a pair of loafers, hiking boots, and two pairs of sneakers, Kim seemed to have enough shoes to open her own store.

"Hey, KP."

She looked up and smiled at her fiancé. "Hi! Aren't these adorable?" she asked, as she held up her latest find.

"Badical," he said. "Look, while you were finding shoes, I found something, too."

"Really? What?"

Ron grinned. "You'll never guess."

"Well, don't keep me in suspense, spill!"

"Felix and Monique Renton."

Kim's eyes grew large. "Felix and Monique. Where?"

"Out front. They want to go to lunch. You game?"

"Lunch? With Felix and Monique? Ron, I, I don't know, I mean, I …" Kim began stammering, clearly flustered.

"Hey, KP, it's alright. They want to see you," he said, putting his arm around her.

"But Ron. I was so mean to them for so long and they must think I'm …"

"Hey, Kim. Look at me. They know you're with me, walking proof that Kim Possible, High School food chain inhabitant, is gone and forgotten, replaced by Kim Possible, babe scientist who can't keep her hands off the Nacho Boy!"

Kim laughed. "Well, if you put it that way, okay …"

VI.

Kim bought the shoes and she and Ron emerged from the boutique holding hands. Kim liked it when Ron took her hand in his, but was especially grateful at that moment since she was nervous. She took a deep breath when she saw Felix and Monique. She had last seen the coupleat their fifth reunion and she was pretty sure she'd been rude to them.

"Possible!" Felix exclaimed.

"Hey, girlfriend," Monique said.

"Uh, hi," Kim replied, diffidently, reaching to play with her hair with her free hand. "How are you?"

An uneasy silence ensued as Felix and Monique looked at one another. This definitely wasn't the Kim Possible they remembered.

"Look, I just want to say …" Kim began speaking at a rapid fire pace, "that I am so sorry for the way I treated you guys at reunion and in high school and I was such the jerk and I know I have no right to ask you to forgive me but I don't know if we can try to be friends again I would really like that and I'm really glad you ran into Ron isn't he great you know we're going to be married and maybe you could come and…"

"Whoa, Kim, take a deep breath, come up for some fresh air!" Monique counseled before she approached Kim and embraced her. "It's good to see you, girlfriend!"

"It's good to see you, too, Mon," Kim replied, holding her one-time classmate. She looked up and saw Ron, grinning at her. Kim returned the smile, thinking, Just one more reason to be glad I went for that chimarito last summer … You rock, Ron!

VII.

There were some awkward moments at the start of lunch but before long the two couples were talking as if they had been in constant touch since their teen years. Felix and Monique, after they had left the restaurant, marveled at how much Kim had changed. Monique in particular knew that Kim must have fallen head over heals in love with Ron when the subject turned to the GWA and Kim admitted she'd actually gone to a match with him. They could still see the competitive, even aggressive, edge was there, but they saw something new: someone happy and at ease with herself. The old Kim wouldn't have been caught dead near a live showdown between Steel Toe and Pain King. Monique couldn't help but wonder what Kim would have been like if she'd known Ron earlier in her life.

"More balanced, that's for sure. He's definitely yin to her yang," Felix observed.

"What about him?" Monique asked.

Felix thought about that. "Stoppable? He's still a goofball." Felix began telling Monique stories about the Ron he knew as a kid. "I suspect he'd still have marched to his own drummer, even if they'd know each other their entire lives. But something tells me that Kim would have encouraged him, maybe even forced him, to do better, earlier. I can't see her letting him coast like that for all those years, ya know?"

Monique began to run her fingers through her husband's hair. "You're probably right, baby doll. I'm just glad your family moved to Middleton when they did."

Felix grinned. "I know what you mean. If I didn't meet you, I'd probably still be looking for a first date!"

Monique snorted. "I seriously doubt that, Mr. Renton. Anyway, you know we were DTBT."

Felix's grin grew wider as his wife began to speak her own special lingo. "Yeah, I do. And you know what? Something tells me that Kim and Ron were destined to be together, too."

Monique laughed. "I agree. I just wish destiny hadn't taken so long to hook them up …"

VIII.

Kim and Ron settled into their seats on the airplane. Kim had begun reading a journal when she looked up and saw Ron lost in his thoughts.

"What are you thinking about?"

"Just our conversation in front of the mirror this morning …"

Kim chuckled. Ron had caught her looking at her reflection, talking to herself. "Hi, I'm Kim Stoppable. Dr. Stoppable, nice to meet you. The name's Kim Possible Stoppable."

"You forgot Mrs. Nacho Boy!" he offered as he wrapped his arms around her waist. "Or maybe you just become Nacho Girl …"

Kim turned, then began mussing up his hair. "You goofball. Maybe you should just take my name," she suggested playfully.

"Cool with me," he replied.

Kim was surprised. "Are you serious?"

"Yeah. The only thing that matters is that I'm with you, KP."

She leaned in and held him close. "You rock, Ron. But I think I'd like to be Stoppable, please and thank you."

"Nuh uh, Kim," he said. "I've been in bed with you. You're unstoppable!"

Kim's eyes opened wide and her jaw dropped. Then she laughed. "You are a very bad boy, Ron Stoppable!"

He leered. "And what are you going to do about it?" he asked.

Kim smiled salaciously.

It was a good thing they'd done most of their packing the previous evening.

IX.

Turbulence has no respect for First Class. Kim and Ron, along with all of the other passengers on the airplane, were being buffeted as the pilot tried to escape the huge storm system that had engulfed the part of the Pacific over which they were flying. They were far out over the ocean and really had little choice but to ride things out.

Kim looked around and noticed a number of her fellow passengers were turning green. She was beginning to wonder if it was the food. She and Ron, at his insistence, had ordered the kosher meals; he swore that was always the most edible option on any flight. Given their comparative cooking skills, she readily deferred to his judgment. Based on the sickly complexions she saw all around her, she was glad she had. "Ron, how do you feel?"

"Bon-diggity, KP. Why do you ask?" he replied with a smile, before he squeezed her hand.

"It's just that I noticed …"

Kim's comment was interrupted by an announcement from the pilot. "This is the captain. Is there a doctor on board?"

Kim waved down the flight attendant, who looked queasy. "I'm a doctor. What's the sitch?"

"A woman in Coach has gone into labor."

"Okay, I'm on it," Kim said as she undid her seatbelt buckle. "By the way, did you eat one of the meals?"

"Yes, I did."

"What about the other attendants?"

"Yep."

"They all look like you right now?"

"Oh yeah."

Kim turned to Ron. "You ready to be a nurse?"

"Uh, sure, KP," he said. He unbuckled his belt and followed Kim and the attendant aft.

"Good, I knew I could count on you. I need you to do that tape recorder thing, okay? Listen carefully to what I say …"

As they made their way back to Coach, Ron listened attentively to Kim's instructions, then repeated them back to her verbatim. Though he was incredibly nervous, he took comfort from her calm demeanor. He realized that if he didn't love her already, he'd be falling for her hard right now. For some reason, he found himself very attracted to this take-charge-in-an-emergency aspect of her personality, which was very different from her domineering tendencies.

"What do you have in the way of medical supplies?" Kim asked an attendant. After the woman told her, Kim performed a mental inventory of what she'd need that they didn't have on hand.

She turned to Ron. "Find a plastic sheet and lay it down on the cabin floor near the galley. If they don't have a sheet, use a garbage bag."

"I'm on it, KP."

"And boil some water."

"Done," he called back.

Kim knelt beside the seat of the woman who had gone into labor. Given the way the plane was bouncing around, Kim was half surprised that the baby didn't just pop out.

"I'm Kim Possible and I'm going to be your doctor today. Can you tell me about yourself?"

Kim learned the patient's name, that the woman was traveling alone and had no allergies to medications. Kim then explained what was going to happen. After Ron had prepared the deck by the galley, Kim helped the woman lie down.

Things unfolded rapidly. There was no doubt in Kim's mind that this baby was going to be born at 30,000 feet. Ron had prepared the space as instructed. He smiled at Kim, not minding that she ignored him, as he knew she was in her doctor's zone. He was incredibly proud of her.

"Unnnnhhhhh!" the woman cried out. "It hurts so much!" She was in deep in the throes of labor.

Ron knelt by the woman's side and smiled, then began to offer words of encouragement to take her mind off the pain.

Kim noticed what Ron was doing and smiled. Thanks for providing a distraction, Ron!

The baby was ready to come.

"Push!" Kim ordered. The woman did as told and with Kim's guiding hands, the baby's head emerged, covered in blood and goo; the child immediately began crying.

"Scissors, Ron. Now!"

Ron got the implement, which he'd sterilized in the water Kim had told him to boil, and gave it to her. She cut the umbilical cord, wiped off the baby with a clean towel, then placed the baby on the mother's chest. Ron let out a hearty "Boo-yah! We've got a baby!" and the plane, despite being filled with people suffering from food poisoning, erupted with wild applause and cheering.

Kim looked at her patient, who, despite giving birth under incredibly trying circumstances, looked deliriously happy. Kim cooed, "It's a beautiful, healthy girl! Congratulations."

Holding her newborn, the new mother looked at Kim; gratitude filled the woman's face.

"So, do you know what you're going to name the baby?" Kim asked, as she injected the woman with medication to prevent post-delivery hemorrhaging, then dealt with the placenta.

The woman grinned. "Kimberly Possible O'Connor."

Kim was flattered. "That's so sweet of you. You don't have to do that."

The mother shook her head. "I want my little girl to have a role model. I hope she grows up to be like you someday!"

Kim's eyes began to tear. Nobody had ever said anything like that to her before. She looked up to see Ron beaming at her and flashing her a big thumb's up. She was overwhelmed with emotion. Finally, Kim was able to speak. "Thanks. That's quite an honor. But may I make a request if you're going to do that?"

The new mother looked at Kim quizzically, then nodded.

"Ron and I are getting married," Kim said as the woman looked at Ron, who grinned. Kim continued. "He's my partner. So maybe you could name her Kimberly Stoppable O'Connor."

The woman looked at Kim and Ron and laughed. "I'd like that. You know, you two are quite the couple!"

Kim looked at Ron and beamed. "Yes, we are, aren't we?"

At that moment, with Ron at her side, Kim felt like she really could do anything.

To be concluded …