Here's the first full chapter. Again, this is something a little different than I usually write. Let's see how it goes. Please review and tell me what you think… Sorry about the comments I made when I posted the prologue. Guess I was a little nervous writing about what might become a very emotionally charged story.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters portrayed in this story.

Two days ago…

James Possible woke up with a grunt. Something didn't feel quite right. Every year, on this exact same day, he awoke with just a little dread. His alarm hadn't gone off, so he knew his wife must have shut it off. Why does she insist on letting me sleep in on this day? He thought. It makes no sense.

James walked to the master bathroom, scratching in places that no one in their right mind needed to know that he scratched there. He looked bleary eyed into the mirror, took his tooth brush, put some toothpaste on it, and began to get rid of the stuff that always miraculously seemed to grow over-night.

After his shower, he felt a little more awake. Maybe I'll make it through this day after all. He thought as he threw on a pair of sweat pants, and an old T-shirt.

Walking barefoot down the hallway, he noticed the house was quiet. Too quiet. Oh no, what are they planning this time? He grumbled to himself, and gave another scratch in an unmentionable area.

Coffee. That's what he wanted. A nice hot cup of Joe. One sugar, and just a little bit of creamer. Yes, that's what he wanted this morning. His caffeine. His Go-Juice.

James Possible almost forgot what this day was, he was so caught up in his thoughts about getting a hot cup of coffee. Almost. As soon as he walked into the kitchen, four voices all said two words at the same time, and very loudly. Oh how he hated this day that came every year, but he would tolerate it.

"Happy Birthday!"

There it was. The dreaded day. Only this time, it was the worst of them all. Today he turned… dare he even say it? 50!

"Happy Birthday, Daddy!" Kim said in her chipper way, and quickly gave him a peck on the cheek as he sat down to the kitchen table.

"Happy…" Jim said.

"Birthday…" Tim said.

"Dad." The twins then said together.

"Happy Birthday, Dear." His wife told him, placing a lingering kiss on his lips.

"Ugh! 'Rent cooties!" The twins said, visibly shaking themselves.

"So what are you going to do today Daddy?" Kim asked.

"Well, I'm not sure yet, Kimmie-cub. I mean, I just woke up. Honey, where is…?" His wife had just set down his cup of coffee, made just the way he liked it. He took a sip. "Ahhhh… that's the ticket! Thanks Hun."

"Your welcome Dear."

"So boys," Jim said to his twin sons. "Do you have any plans for today? Working on any rockets? Lasers? Hover cars?"

"Nope, were just …" Jim said.

"Going to hang around the house." Tim said.

This was one of the reasons he didn't like this day. Every birthday, his children all tried very hard to be on their best behavior. It just didn't seem normal. He actually liked the organized chaos that had become his home-life.

"Kimmie, where's Ronald? I expected him to be here this morning."

"He'll be here for this evening Dad. Ron's with his parents at the Temple today."

"That can be a good thing, Kimmie. I don't like the way he's been looking at you lately."

"Daddy…! You know we're dating now, don't you?"

Kim's Dad breathed out hard. "Yes, Kimmie, I know. I just get… over protective of you sometimes. I just know what's going on inside his head when he looks at you."

"How can you know that, Jimmy?" His wife said, slightly admonishing.

"Well, I don't. But I still need to have my 'So, your dating my Daughter', talk with him."

"You've already threatened him with a black hole, Daddy."

"Yes, yes I did. And it didn't seem to stop him. Maybe I need to be more threatening…" James Possible said, trailing off at the end, rubbing his chin in thought.

"Daddy!"

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The rest of the day went pretty much without any problems. There was one small spat between the twins. Something about Phased Disruptance versus Phased Duality. Their Dad was able to diffuse the fight fairly quickly when he straightened them out on the advantages and dis-advantages of both. They're growing up so fast. He thought.

At one point in the afternoon, while he was relaxing and watching TV, Kim walked into the room, and sat down with a bowl of ice cream. Just as she sat down, Kim immediately realized what she was doing. "Oh, I'm sorry Daddy. Would you like some ice cream?"

"No, Thanks, Pumpkin. I'm fine." James watched his daughter eat her ice cream, and he couldn't believe how beautiful a woman she was becoming. She wasn't his little Kimmie-cub anymore. Now she was dating Ronald, and he most likely will become her husband. After all, they had been friends since Pre-K.

He still remembered that day, as she looked so frightened before going to her first day of school. He remembered telling her 'Anything's possible for a Possible.' He didn't want to lose his daughter. He didn't want to lose his Kimmie-cub.

"Are you OK, Daddy?" Kim asked, pulling him out of his reverie.

"Huh? Oh yeah. Sorry. I'm fine. Just lost in thought."

Kim then got up and took her empty bowl to the kitchen. Watching his little girl, check that, this young woman, leave the room, Mr. Possible realized that he never told her that he approved of her dating Ron. I'll have to tell her that someday. He thought.

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That evening was the culmination of this day, and James Possible also feared it the most. It was going to be the last reminder of what this day had actually been. His family would bring out a cake, loaded with candles, sing "Happy Birthday", and then he would open all of the gag cards and gifts, all related to turning 50. James Possible just decided that he stopped aging at 49.

Ron showed up early that evening just in time for the little party that his family had planned. It really wouldn't be a party without Ron. It seemed he had been there for each of their birthdays, all of them. Yup, definitely need to tell Kim that he's the right one for her.

James sat at the kitchen table by himself, the lights off. He let his family do this, and truth be told, he actually kind of liked this part. It was a little old fashioned, but he liked it that way.

From the darkened door of the kitchen, a soft glow started to come into the room as his wife carried the cake, loaded with what looked like a small inferno on top. As the rest of the family, and Ron, walked into the kitchen, they all started to sing.

"Happy Birthday to you… Happy Birthday to you… Happy Birthday Dear…"

"James…"

"Daddy…"

"Dad…"

"Mr. Dr. P. …"

(Everyone had said this at the same time)

"Happy Birthday to youuuuuu…."

"You look like a monkey…" Tim sang.

"And you smell like one to!" Jim finished.

"Tweebs!" "Boys!" Both Kim and her Mom said at the same time.

"That's OK… That's OK. Ha Ha" James said, laughing. "I remember singing that part myself as well."

"What's so funny about smelling like a monkey, Kim?" Ron whispered into Kim's ear.

"I'll tell you later Ron." She whispered back.

Mr. Possible took a big breath and blew out the candles. He was able to get them all out in one breath. "Hah! I still got the touch!"

"What did you wish for, Daddy?" Kim asked.

"Didn't wish for anything, Honey. I've got everything I've ever wanted right here." Everyone smiled at that, even Ron, because Mr. Dr. P. had looked right at him, along with the rest of the family as he said that.

"OK, everyone…" Mrs. Possible said. "Bring in your gifts."

They all left the room, and then came back in a few minutes, each carrying a neatly wrapped present. Even Ron's was wrapped nicely, unlike the last few years. Kim must have helped him with that. James thought

James continued to sit at the table as four presents were set in front of him. Each one was different in size and shape. But he noticed something was missing.

Sensing what he was looking for, his wife spoke up. "We all decided that each of us wouldn't get you a card, so we all signed this one card. I hope you like it." Kim handed him the card.

He opened the envelope, took the card out, and read it to himself. It said on the outside, "To a wonderful Husband and Father:"

He opened it, and read the small poem inside. It was hand written. Each line was written by someone different, and he knew who it was that wrote each line just by recognition of the hand-writing.

The first line was by his wife: To my wonderful husband, whom I will love for ever-more…

Then it was Kim: And to my Daddy, to whom my love will pour…

Then it was Tim: We give these gifts to our Dad…

Then it was Jim: And we really hope he doesn't think they're bad…

Then Ron finished: I really hope you don't send me to Black Hole number four.

Happy Birthday, We Love You!

The card was then signed by everyone.

James laughed and set the card down. "I couldn't have asked for anything better. That was pretty good guys. Now… let's open some presents."

"Open ours first, Dad!" Jim and Tim said together.

"OK, Ok…" He took the one that said 'From Jim and Tim', and ripped the paper off. He then opened the small box, and pulled out a rather large coffee mug. On the side, it said 'Best Dad in the World', and a picture of the twins was molded into the enamel.

"I love it, boys. Now for Kim's." He said, as he picked up the notebook sized, thin package. He ripped the paper off, and opened the box. Tipping it on end, out slid a picture frame, and inside the frame was a split picture of Kim. One side was a current picture of her, and on the other, was an older picture of Kim when she was about 5 or 6, with pigtails. On the bottom of the frame it said, 'I will always be your Kimmie-Cub'.

James felt like he was going to cry, but he wouldn't let that happen. He took his daughters hand, and said, "Thank-you Kimmie. I love it." Kim smiled, and she noticed that it looked like her father may cry, but he never did.

"Now it looks like this one is from Ron." James said, as he picked up the small oblong box. "This isn't Bueno Bucks, is it Ronald?"

"N… no, sir. Open it. You'll see." Ron was feeling a little nervous.

James opened the small box, and pulled out two tickets to the up coming Duran Duran concert in Go City! "Ronald! How did you get these? This concert sold out weeks ago! Even I couldn't get tickets!"

"Well, Mr. Dr. P., since my 'Naked Mole Rap' went Platinum, I've been getting a few perks. I figured you might know who these guys were, 'cuz I don't recognize them."

"Know them? This was my favorite band in college! Thank-you Ronald! Now I'm going to have to scrounge up a date." James said, winking at his wife. It was her favorite band in college too.

"And now for my wife's gift." James slid the last present in front of himself. It was about the same size as the one from Kim, but a little bigger. He ripped the paper off, and opened the box. Reaching in, he slid out a rather large picture frame, and inside it was a picture of… He immediately slid it back in the box, blushing a bright red! "Anne!"

"Don't you like it?" His wife asked, starting to give a little bit of a pout.

James slowly slid it out a little again, looked at it a second time, and then slid it back inside. "I… but… WHY?"

"It was Kim's idea." Mrs. Possible said, pointing at her daughter.

"Mom!" Kim wailed. "Don't say it that way! You love it, don't you Daddy?"

"Kim! How do you even KNOW about these… places that do this?"

"OH, Daddy! They're professionals, and it's a legitimate business!"

"We wanna see!" The twins chimed in together, trying to get the box out of their Dad's hands.

"Boys! You will never see this! Well, maybe when you're older…." He slid the picture out again, took another quick look, and slid it back in the box. For his 50th birthday, his wife, Anne Possible, had gotten him a glamour shot of herself, wearing nothing but a black lace Teddy!

James decided this was his best birthday ever!

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That night, after everyone had gone to bed, James lay there, waiting for his wife to come out of the bathroom. Finally after what seemed like ages, he heard her voice echo out into the room. "Oh Jaa… aames…" Her voice sing-songed. "Would you like to see what was in that picture for real?"

"Huh?" Out from the bedroom his wife walked with a little sashay in her hips. She was wearing the same black lace teddy that she wore in the picture.

There was only one thing that James could think to say in response to what he saw. "Hamanah… Hamanah… Hamanah…"

He suddenly wished that he didn't have to go to work in the morning. Oh well, that top-secret space-based project that he was working on could wait until later in the day.

To be continued…

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