Ron's Worst Nightmares

A Muttered Name

By Pat Squared

"What the fuck are you doing here?"

Ron cringed as the words just popped out of his mouth. Kim is in front of him, halfway around the world from Middleton, Colorado, and Ron just had to open his big dumb flytrap and insert his foot.

Kim just looked at him and started crying.

Second Lieutenant Vasilli Alexovich Boiarskii, USMC had just fornicated with the pooch on this one and Ron had to pick up the pieces.

Ron dropped his olive drab duffel bag and tried to hug his friend. However something got in the way. Ron looked down and instinctively knew that Kim's swelling belly was the result of that night.

Black hole, black hole, black hole were spinning through Ron's mind. If Mr. Dr. P show up with a capsule, Ron would beg to be sent to the nearest black hole instead of having to deal with this. However Mr. Dr. P was not here and Ron had to do something.

"Kim, I'm sorry. It just came out. I messed up and I don't know how to make thing right again."

Kim tried stopping the sobs, but every time she almost was in control another wave of tear broke.

Ron did the only thing he knew. He walked Kim to the bench by the entryway, sat her down, and sat next to her. Kim launched into her tirade of emotions.

"...I thought I lost you. They told mom ... that you were ... dead. Then they told me that ... you were in a coma and I came here. I saw you attached to machine and tubing. I saw what they did to you. Then some Marine Sergeant told me. I wanted to die that night. If it was not for our daughter, I would have gone to the top of the hospital and jump off. Ironic, how a child that I once wanted to abort saved my life. Then you came back. But the doctors told me that I could not see you...and..."

Kim Possible was gibbering more than Rufus on an extra cheesy naco high. Ron had difficulty keeping up and merely waited until Kim slowed down.

"Kim, you're here, I'm here and we can work things out. We always have."

"I don't even know what to call you anymore. They told me that your name is Basil Boysky and ..."

Ron knew that he was going to have to open up and share some secrets that he kept.

"Kim, call me whatever you want. You will probably end up calling me idiot. It's not bad – it's far better than maggot."

"Ron, please hold me."

Ron wrapped his arm around the mother of his child.

"I have all night tonight and all day tomorrow. Let's take our time. I have a feeling that you are going to be talking about this even when it's time for me to collect on those government pension checks the recruiter promised me."

Pastor Wolfgang Schlosser and his wife, Anna, looked on as the couple was reunited. The heroic young man looked more like a little boy rather than some hero who repeatedly saved the world and the young lady looked more like a little girl than one who save the world.

Wolfgang Schlosser knew that these two were in so deeply in love that he actually feared for them.

His wife quipped, "They belong together, but they fit together so well that they will end up hurting each other."

Anna had to express the truth that they both saw.

There was a link so powerful that a mistimed word or a single moment's frustration could ruin both of the lovers. It seemed that neither had any kind of emotional reserve separate from the other.

"Remember when we were like that. Everyday was a emotional roller coaster. We could not function unless the other was nearby."

Wolfgang encircled his wife of thirty-six years in his arms.

"I guess that I will have another wedding to conduct pretty soon."

"Yes, just remember to keep the sermon short. I know lecturing the couple on their duties is part of the job, but Kim know what it was like without her man. I doubt that she is going to take him for granted. Not after that scare."

Wolfgang Schlosser looked on as Kim let out another tearful outburst.

"It's time to leave them be."

Anna asked, "Don't they look like the way we use to look at each another?"

Wolfgang spotted the gleam in his wife's eye.

"I think it's time for a little distraction."

Wolfgang led his wife to the stairs in the back of the house and up to their bedroom. Anna was a little old for motherhood, but not too old to fool around with her husband.

Kim could not believe that she totally lost control of herself last night. She gushed like an empty headed bimbo last night, barely letting Ron having any time to speak. With their child on the way, her mother told Kim about the mood swings and the fact that anything could set one off.

Ron was snoring just like he used to when he was a little boy sleeping over at her house.

Looking down, he looked more like a little boy than a Marine officer. However, as she traced the spider web pattern of scars on his torso, she shuddered to think of how close her child came to becoming an orphan.

Ron turned over and curled into a fetal position. Ron was muttering something incomprehensible. Kim resisted the impulse to wake Ron up by pinching his nose. Instead, she curled up next to him and placed her ear next to his mouth.

Kim was almost asleep when she heard a name.

In his sleep, Ron destroyed her dreams with a muttered name.

Anastasia.