The only thing in this fanfic that is mine are the lyrics to the song "It's Okay" (note: it's not a real song). I don't own Kim Possible or anything from the show. But a man can dream.


Ron pushed his plate away from him. For the first time in his life, he didn't feel like eating. How could he? His mother was terribly sick with cancer, for a week now. His dad ate his own meal slowly. How could he be so calm in this situation?

"David, Ron," the doctor had said, "Linda Stoppable might…not make it. The cancer is too deep for us to be certain of anything. I'm sorry."

Ron didn't realize, or care, that his dad was torn up inside. Mr. Stoppable knew that he had to be strong for his son. The elder of the two Stoppable men had experienced death in his family before, but it was a new thing to Ron. David Stoppable had lost his mother, but he had his wife to cling to afterwards. His wife. The thought that he might never see her smile, hear her laugh, feel her in his arms, or kiss her ever again was killing his inside.

Ron didn't have anyone to cling to, except his father (and his friend Kimberly Possible). David knew that he had to be strong for his son's sake. His son, whom he loved.

"May I be excused please," Ron said.

"Son, you have to eat. Starving yourself won't heal you mother," David replied.

"I know," Ron said sadly, "But I'm…not hungry. I just want to go to my room and be alone for a while."

"All right, Ronald. But if you do get hungry, I'd be glad to heat this up in the microwave for you."

Ron went up to his room without another word, while his naked mole rat, Rufus, ate Ron's diner for him. Once in his room, he did something he was always to macho to do. He cried. Bitterly.

After about an hour his dad called up to him from downstairs, "Ronald, your friend Kimberly is here to talk with you."

Ron stepped out of his room, but he couldn't go down the stairs to speak with Kim. He couldn't let her see him. Not like this.

"I really don't feel like talking, Kim," Ron said.

"You don't have to," Kim replied in her beautiful voice, "I wrote a song for you. I know it won't erase what's happening. But, please, jest listen…

There is a time to morn a loss,

And a time to praise a low cost.

There is a time for us to dance,

And there's a time for crying out.

There is a time for reverence,

And there's a time for us to shout.

There is a time to live each day,

And a time for life to go away.

Kim's dad was right. She did have a beautiful singing voice. Ron made his way to the stairs, no longer caring if Kim saw him cry.

It's okay if you want to cry,

If you never want me to die.

It's okay if you want to hold me,

To tell others that you love me.

It's okay that you know no reason

For this whole change of seasons.

It's okay if you want to be true;

To cry when I say, "I love you."

When Ron saw Kim their eyes locked.

Odd, he thought, I never noticed how beautiful those green eyes are.

There is a time to give others grace,

And a time when we most give pain.

There is a time for us to embrace,

And a time for us to refrain.

There is a time when we must fight

For what we know is good and right,

And there's a time for that to cease,

In order for us to make peace.

Ron walked closer to Kim, being mesmerized by her words. He knew that they came strait from her heart.

It's okay if you want to cry,

If you never want me to die.

It's okay if you want to hold me,

To tell others that you love me.

It's okay that you know no reason

For this whole change of seasons.

It's okay if you want to be true;

To cry when I say, "I love you."

It is o-okay with me-e,

It's okay, just you wait and see.

It is o-okay with me-e,

Because I know that you love me.

Is it o-okay with you-ou?

Is it okay that I want the truth?

Is it o-okay with you-ou?

Is it okay that I love you too?

Ron wrapped his arms around her, and joined her in the last chorus of the song.

It's okay if you want to cry,

If you never want me to die.

It's okay if you want to hold me,

To tell others that you love me.

It's okay that you know no reason

For this whole change of seasons.

It's okay if you want to be true;

To cry when I say, "I love you."

Ron kissed Kim on the lips and said, "Thanks, KP. I…needed that."

"Ron, I won't pretend to understand what you're going through, but I'm here for you. And I'm not going anywhere."

"You promise?"

"Cross my heart."

They sat down on the couch together so that they could talk, but Ron couldn't stand it any longer. He cried. Kim simply held him in her arms and let his tears fell on her shoulder.

He eventually wore himself out and fell asleep. Kim held him for a few more minutes. Then she gently lade him down on the couch. She pulled the afghan off the back of the couch and covered him with it. Ron was so cute when he was asleep. Watching him sleep was one of Kim's favorite past times. He was just so cute. His face changed to a content smile. Kim wondered if he was dreaming about her.

Yeah right, she thought, In your dreams, Possible.

"Kimberly," Ron's dad called quietly.

"Yes, Mr. Stoppable."

"I called your house and told you parents that you'd be spending the night in our guestroom. I don't think you should go out this late at night."

Kim didn't really need to be protected, but she thanked him anyway.

As she walked into the guestroom Mr. Stoppable said, "Ronald loves you. Do you know that?"

The statement surprised her. But the fact that she knew that it was the truth surprised her even more.

"Yes, I do. Goodnight, Mr. Stoppable."

"Goodnight, Kimberly."

That night Ron's mom died in her sleep. For days Ron refused to eat, except on his father's insistence, and he barely slept. But Kim was always right by his side, comforting him.

—One year later—

Ron pressed his hand on the inscription on the gravestone. It read: Here lies Linda Ruth Stoppable, beloved wife and mother. Ron placed a rose at the base of the stone as he fought the tears.

"Mom," he said, "I going to marry Kim today, so you can rest easy. She'll look after me. She always has and always will. I'll try to be a good husband and a good father." Someday.

He cried as he continued, "I want you to be proud of me, Mom. I loved you."

Then Ron walked away, to go to his wedding. That day, his best friend became Mrs. Kimberly Anne Stoppable. Then, and only then, did Ron feel whole once again.


My mom had a fight with cancer; but, unlike Mrs. Stoppable (in this story), she won. Many times I've wondered what would have happened if she died. My dad lost his mother, and he told me that he didn't feel whole until he married my mom. This is my second fanfic, so please review.