The Afters

Chapter 5

A year later

"GO MADDOGS!" a group of high school girls cheered. They stood in a pyramid, with nine girls standing on top of each other.

"Alright great!" Mrs. Stoppable cheered from the bleachers. "Take five girls." The girls jumped out of formation, leaving some on the ground.

"Kim are you alright?" a girl with sandy blonde hair asked, "You seem a bit out of it today?"

"Huh?" Kim looked up, "Oh, well, today is Ron and my first anniversary."

"Aw, how romantic." A red head stated.

"I can't wait till I'm married!" another blonde sighed.

"Well, I recommend dating someone you've known forever," Kim sighed, " The best thing I ever did." She grew pale.

"Kim," a dark haired cheerleader questioned, "Are you alright."

"Yeah, strange, I just felt sick for a minute." She held her head, "Wow, and lightheaded too."

"Well, maybe you should go home." The first blonde pointed out.

"Yeah, We basically have the routine down." A brunette stated.

"I know you do Sara, I just hope I'm not getting sick. I'll find Mr. Barton, he can coach."

"AWWWWWWWWWWWWW MAN!" all nine groaned.

"Its either that or have me stay and barf on you."

"Uh, we'll take Mr. Barton." The group nodded in agreement.

"Alright, Sara can you go find him, I'm going to go sign out."

"Bye Kim!"

"Feel better!"

"Get well soon!" girls cried.

Kim waved goodbye as she headed towards the office. She felt so strange, like nothing she ever felt. "It has to be the flu, it's the season." She thought to herself. "Yep," she chuckled, "The flu."

15 minutes later:

Kim laid sick to her stomach on the sofa. She looked at the large boxes still left out in the open. Kim and Ron just bought their dream house and moved into it about 2 weeks ago. Kim, being a perfectionist was urging to clean up, but her instinct told her to stay put. She was bored to death; nothing was on television because the television has yet to be plugged in. It was a Friday, and Ron was bringing dinner home, so Kim couldn't cook. Along with the fact that she can't get up, Kim was stuck to laying on the sofa.

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

"Oh no," Kim reached down to get her communicator. She moaned with displeasure as she switched it on, "Hey Wade, what's the sitch?"

"Actually Kim, I heard you were sick."

"How'd you find out?"

"Sara." Kim smiled as she thought of the friends in high school. "Anyway, I just wanted to make sure your okay."

"Yeah, but its strange, I never felt like this before. And I didn't have any warning signs or anything?"

"Hmmm, interesting. Maybe you should see a doctor?"

"Maybe Wade," she grew stiff, "Excuse me," she ran for the first floor bathroom. About a minute later, she came back, face green with sickness. Hair all messed up, basically after throwing up.

"This is interesting."

"What is, the fact that suddenly I'm craving for potato chips?"

"Well, yes that is weird, but all your symptoms. They all seem to lead in one direction."

Kim gulped, "And what direction is that?"

"It means-" Kim shut the communicator off. Ron burst through the door.

"KIM!"

"Hey Ron,"

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'll be fine," she paused, "Have any potato chips?"

"No, not this time, I got you some soup, and the regular for me."

"Thanks Ron, you're a doll." She kissed him on the cheek.

The communicator beeped again.

"I'll be right back," Ron left the room for a slight moment.

"Alright, as you were saying Wade?"

"Well Kim, I think you might be," he halted, "p-r-e-g-n-a-n-t"

"PREGNANT!" Kim yelled as she collapsed.

"Kim?" Ron stuck his head out of the other room. He fixed his eyes all away around the room, eyeing every corner. All was calm until he saw her on the floor. "KP!" he rushed to his beloved's side. He checked to make sure she was alive, she was. "Kim, come on, wake up." He eyes the communicator, which was lying on the ground cracked from the fall. "Kim?" he grew worried, "That's it, hospital now." He reached underneath her and picked her up. He thought to himself, "this is like after the prom, Kim was hurt and I was here to help her." He smiled as he relived their first real kiss in his mind. But he shook himself out of it, Kim needed help.

The Hospital, 30 minutes later:

Ron paced around the waiting room. The doctors have been testing Kim it seemed for ages. He felt like an idiot, he should have come straight home instead of staying at work a little longer. He should have stayed with her instead of disappearing into the kitchen. He just felt completely helpless and stupid.

"Alright then!" a nurse laughed coming out of Kim's room.

"NURSE!" he practitcly jumped on her.

"Um, hi?" the blonde nurse gasped.

"How is she, what's wrong? IS SHE GOING TO LIVE!"

"Yes Mr. Stoppable she is going to live." The nurse smiled. "Things like these happen to women in her condition."

"Oh that's good…what do you mean in her condition."

"Oy, must I explain it?"

"That would be helpful…"

"Here, go see her." The nurse opened the door as Ron rushed inside.

"Hey Ron," Kim smiled.

"Kim, what's going on?" he calmed himself down.

Kim arched an eyebrow, "Well, what do you think?" She leaned up and pecked him on the cheek. "Congrats, daddy." She whispered in his ear.

"Oh, ok ok, WHAT!" he sunk down in his chair and fell onto the floor.