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*FANFIC* Kim Possible: The First Child*FANFIC*
Disclaimer: Kim Possible and Ron Stoppable are not mine. Le sigh. They is Disney's and Bob and Mark. However, this story is mine. Some other characters belong to some guy who made them. Kim Possible Stoppable was twenty two years old and Ron Stoppable and herself were married for about a year and a few months. It was late November of her twenty second year and Ron's twenty third year. Kim had just took a pregnancy test because the last time she had a period, it was summer, and she was seriously wondering what was up. She took it without looking at it into the living room. "Hey, Ron, you better sit down," Kim said. "Why, Kim?" Ron asked. "Just sit down please," Kim said. He sat down with her. She looked at the test, smiled, and then showed it to Ron. "O-kay. It says September and Yes what does that mean?" Ron said. "Oh, Ron," Kim said. "What?" Ron said. Kim took Ron's hands into her own. "We're going to have a baby, Ron," Kim said gently. Ron's jaw dropped. Kim suspected if it wasn't screwed into his head it may have dropped down to his lap. "What? I- I- I- I- I'm g-go-go-going to be a--" Ron said. "A father, yes, Ron," Kim said finishing for him. "A-- a-- a baby?" Ron said. "I'm surprised too, Ron," Kim said. "How did that happen?" Ron giggled. He put his arm around her and said, "I think we know how that happened, my darling and beautiful wife." He giggled. "Yes, I know, you remind me of it every wonderful day," Kim said. "Oh, we're going to have a baby!" She hugged Ron. "Kim, are you crying?" Ron said. "Oh, I'm such a sap!" Kim said. She wiped her eyes and then realized something. "The prophecy!" Kim whispered. "The what?" Ron said as they withdrew from the hug. "You see, and I'm sorry for mentioned this, honey," Kim said. "Several years ago, back when I, er, died, and had my little resurrection to life again. Oh, I'm sorry for mentioning this." "No, it's okay, go on," Ron said. "You see, after I came back to life, Metatron and I spoke privately," Kim said. "And he made something like a prophecy, I guess one could call it that, he said, upon helping me up..." "You did well, little girl. I knew you'd come round, your kind always does. So you might want to take good care of yourself, the world will need you a whole lot more down the road," Metatron said. "I know," Kim said, smiling. "I'm the last scion and Kim Possible." "Can't put anything past you. And you're half right, sort of, you'll be the last scion for another seven years, then that will go to your child." "Seven years?" Ron said. "Ron, think about this, this child was conceived about 2 months ago, and by the time it's born, the 7th year anniversary of that happening and us getting together as a couple will have past," Kim said. "What did you respond with to that... er... how, the prophecy?" Ron said. "I said, "You know when I'm going to have my first child. Who's the father?" excitedly," Kim said. "What was his response?" "He told me, 'You already know the answer, my dear, or you will know the answer soon enough,'" Kim said. Kim looked thoughtful for a moment. "Hmm," Kim said. "What?" Ron said. "I just remembered when I hugged God, and She kissed my forehead. It seemed as if She was telling me, "Take care of Ron, my child. His friendship is vital to you and the divine lineage. I think you know why." I so didn't understand it then. But now, I realized," Kim said. "What?" Ron said. "What She meant in Her own cryptic way was that you were going to help the divine heritage keep going," Kim said. "I can't believe I forget about that." She then smiled. "It would be nice to tell the family either at Thanksgiving or Christmas," Kim said. "How about at Christmas and if it's a girl we can name it Christina Elizabeth," Ron said. "After the woman who created part of the Hail Mary? I believe it was, "Blessed art though amongst women, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus," Kim said. "That's like half that prayer," Ron said. "I know. And I can just see my father now," Kim said. "Ask him for daddy lessons. He really knows his stuff." Ron laughed. The End. |
