Hi all and welcome to second feature length story. In this we pick up right where LFFaCT left off so if you haven't read that yet, you probably should.

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Chapter 1: The Best Part of Waking Up (is KP in Your Arms)

The cool December air blew threw her hair like soft whispers on the lips of angels. Her eyes fluttered then opened slowly, adjusting to the light and unfamiliar surroundings. Her back ached from sleeping on the wooden floor, her head resting softly on a chest. His chest. She remembered. Memories flashed through her head like a thousand lights all blinking at once. Memories of how it felt to be held in his arms, his tight embrace. She could still feel his lips upon hers, the look of love in his eyes she had not seen in a long time.

Kim raised her head and looked at his sleeping face. So peaceful, so loving he was. She paused for a second before returning her head to his chest.

Why does he love me? Do I deserve his love? He deserves so much better than me. He deserves someone who can love him like he loves me… but I do love him. I love everything about him. So then why am I so scared?

What if I hurt him? What if a guy comes along and I…

Kim knew herself all too well. She knew her strengths and she knew her weaknesses. Kim knew how easily she was taken in by something as simple as a smile from a handsome guy. That's how Josh Mankey had gotten her. He just smiled that charming, confident smile and she was putty in his hands. That was even after he had already broken her heart.

What if it happens again? What if some guy comes along and he is handsome and he flashes me that smile and says the right things? How can Ron trust me? I can't even trust myself.

No, she did not deserve him. Not his love nor his caring and compassion. She deserved none of it and yet he gave it to her. He gave it all to her and so much more. Why? That didn't matter, not anymore. The only thing that mattered now was him, this. This feeling she had deep inside of her that she couldn't begin to understand let alone describe. This feeling that made her feel a joy she had never felt before. It was that joy that she saw in his eyes last night.

The feeling of joy told her that she needn't worry anymore. No other guy, no matter how handsome or charming could make her feel like he did. She finally understood just how he felt all this time. She understood his love for it was the way that she loved him and she closed her eyes, returning to a peaceful sleep.

Yawning, Ron stretched his arms out before again wrapping them around her waist. For the first time in as long as he could remember he had that same feeling that he had when they were kids. It was that feeling that he knew she was there just like she always was. The feeling had waned over the past few years as he felt her slipping away but now it had returned. He had no intention of ever letting it go. He loved her and of that he was sure. Now, he was sure that she loved him too.

An angel sent down from heaven to be his and his alone. How she could love a loser like him he didn't know? He was an outcast, socially inept, smelled of over ripe fruit, yet that didn't matter to her. She liked him for who he was, for his strengths and his weaknesses. She saw who he was, the true him and she loved him. That was all that mattered now. They were all that mattered now.

Ron smiled while bringing his left arm up, his hand softly stroking her hair. She was his angel with a smile of gold upon her face.


Through the window beaming rays of the morning sun shone in, illuminating the body of a sleepy woman. Strands of Ann's red hair lay across her face, the right side of which lying on the soft pillow. Slowly, in that still sort of sleeping kind of way one is in when they first awake, she stretched out her arm while rolling back towards the middle of the bed. Upon feeling nothing but the mattress beside her, she opened her eyes, a question pondering in her head. Where is James?

The undisturbed pillow made it apparent that her husband had not been to bed. For a brief moment she wondered just why he hadn't been to bed and where he could be. Quickly her mind found an answer. I guess Kimmie didn't come home last night. She climbed out of bed and put on her robe before heading downstairs.


Sure enough, there was her husband, with a cup of coffee, sitting at the kitchen table.

"James, dear, did you get any sleep at all last night," she asked while she poured herself a cup of the brew.

James sat in obviously upset contemplation before he replied. "Kim didn't come home last night," he said. "Probably out with some boy."

Knowing that he husband's distress was caused by his concern, Ann decided to try and calm his fears. "t was probably just another mission."


In the backyard of a suburban two-story home, the Stoppables, Dean and his wife Barbara stood just inside the entrance of the tree house in the big oak tree. Down on the wooden floor lay their son, Ron, asleep with a pleasant smile on his face. Ron was not alone in his slumber. Kim lay upon his chest, her arm draped across his waist. A smile formed on the faces of Dean and his wife as he wrapped his arm around her waist.

"Should we wake them or not," Dean asked his wife.

"Not yet," she said. "I want to get a picture first. By the way, how did you know they were up here?"

"I didn't know Kim was up here, only Ron. I ran into Rufus this morning when I went outside to get the paper."

"I'm going to get my camera; I'll be right back. Be quiet and don't wake them," Barbara told her husband as she descended the ladder.


Upon entering the house through the screen door in the kitchen, Barbara noticed the phone hanging on the wall just below the cabinets. Remembering how worried she and Dean had been about Ronald, Barbara thought perhaps the Possibles were worried about Kim as well. Deciding on giving them a quick call, she picked up the receiver and dialed the number.

"Hi Ann, its Barbara."

"Well, hello Barbara. How are you?"

"I'm fine. Are you aware the Kim and Ronald spent the night in the tree house together?"

"No I wasn't. James was up all night wondering where she was," said Ann.

"Dean and I only found them a few moments ago and they looked so happy. We were going to wake them but I wanted to get a picture first."

"Would you please take a few for me and then send her home immediately?"

"I will Ann."

"Thank you Barbara. Goodbye."

"Goodbye," Barbara said before hanging up the phone and continuing on her original mission of retrieving the camera.


Barbara climbed the wooden ladder back up into the tree house and noticed Dean watching the two sleeping teens.

"He has grown to be a fine young man," Dean said without looking away from the couple.

Barbara framed a shot and snapped. "Yes he has," she said before taking a few more.

"They grow up so fast. It seems like only yesterday we built this tree house."

Barbara kneeled behind her husband to compose a shot from Dean's perspective. "It seems like only yesterday," she said as she snapped a picture, "that we brought him home from the hospital."

"I am so proud of him Barbara."

"I know dear, I am too. However, Anne wants Kim home. So I think that it is time to wake the sleepy heads up."

Dean stood and moved to shake Ron's shoulder. "Wake up Ron. Kim has to go home."

"Huh? Dad?" Ron asked as he stirred from his slumber. "What about Kim?"

Barabara noted that Ron's movements had disturbed Kim and thus she was also waking. "Kim, dear, your mom wants you home now."

"What? Oh no! Ron, we fell asleep in the tree house," Kim said as embarrassed realization set in.

"Ahh! Your dad is goin' to kill me!"

Barbara let out a chuckle at the antics of the children. "Come on dear. I'll give you a ride home."

"Thanks Mrs. Stoppable," Kim said before turning to a stretching Ron. "Thanks for last night Ron. I really loved it."

"Loved it too," he said with a blush before Kim and his mother descended the ladder.


As she opened the door to her home, Kim took in a deep breath, preparing herself for the upcoming conversation. She knew she was in trouble, she broke curfew without so much as a call and she spent the night with a boy, even if that boy was Ron.

"Hello," Kim called out upon entering her home. "Mom? Dad?"

"Kimmie," her mother cried out while pulling her into a tight hug.

"Kimberly Anne Possible you are in deep trouble," her father bellowed from the kitchen.

Kim pulled away from her mother as her father appeared in the doorway. She ran over to him to give him a hug.

"I'm glad you're alright," her father said while hugging her. "However, young lady, you broke curfew without so much as a call."

"I know dad, I'm really sorry it's just that…"

The slight hesitation in Kim's voice gave her mother all the clues she needed. "You can tell us anything dear," she told her daughter.

"Well it's about me and Ron," said Kim while giving her parents a do-you-know-what-I'm-saying-so-I-don't-have-to-spell-it-out-look.

"What about you and Ron, Kimmie-cub," her father asked, obviously not catching on the meaning behind his daughter's words.

Kim's mother simply elbowed her husband in his ribs, then gave him a quick glancing look, directing his eyes towards Kim's dress with hers.

"So you and Ronald are…"

"Perfect," Kim continued for her father. "Everything is absolutely perfect."

"I'm glad everything is perfect dear, but your grounded, for the rest of the week," her mother said.

"But mom," Kim began to beg. "It won't happen again I promise."

"You broke the rules Kimmie," her father began, "that means there will be no mall, no telephone, and no computer."

"What about Ron?" she asked.

"It doesn't matter if I say no visitors or not, you and Ron will still find a way to see each other. Don't think your mother and I don't know about him sneaking in and out of your window at night. So Ron can come over but your door is to remain open at all times and if he spends the night he sleeps in the guest room."

"Thanks dad you're the best," Kim said before placing a kiss on his cheek and then heading up to her room.


In his room Ron sat upon his bed, a cordless phone in his hands, the sounds of a dial tone emitting from it. No more than five minutes ago he had been terrified to make the call but now that it was over, it didn't seem so bad after all. Everything seemed to be good, something it hadn't been in a while. Mr. Dr. Possible was more then friendly with Ron, telling him that he was allowed over at any time and how happy he was for Kim and him. There was no mention of a deep space probe yet the meaning was still there. Ron remembered the fit of rage Kim was set into when he broke up with her at the Middleton Fair. Sure she had been under the influence of the modulator but, could her father be much worse? It wasn't something he wanted to find out.

As he placed the phone back on its receiver, a slight knocking came at his door, followed by the entrance of his father.

"Ronald," said Dean. "I'd like to talk to you."

"Sure dad, what about?"

"Well, it's about you and Kim."

"Ohh…ohhh. Don't worry dad we didn't sleep together. Well we did sleep together but we didn't…"

"It's alright son. You're an adult now and you can make your own decisions. Just make sure that when you do, you use protection you know."

"I know dad. Now can we please never have this conversation again?"

"Ok, ok, it's just as embarrassing for me as it is for you. I just wanted you to know that your mother and I, we're proud of you son."

"Thanks dad."

Dean began to leave his son's room before turning back.

"Ronald will you be eating here tonight?"

"No, I'm gonna eat with Kim."

"Alright I'll see you later and have fun."

"Bye dad."


It was only the third time that Ron had been nervous to ring the doorbell in front of him. Of course it was also only the third time that he actually rang the doorbell instead of walking right in. Yet Ron knew he had nothing be afraid of, he had already received the talk with Kim's father when he came to pick her up for their date at the Middleton Fair. Ron also knew that the Drs. Possible were fine with him coming over, even if Kim was grounded. It had been Mr. Dr. Possible who told Ron that he was welcomed over when Ron had tried to call Kim earlier. Still nervous he was pacing back and forth, trying to decide if he should ring the doorbell or just go right in. Fortunately for Ron, Kim made his decision for him.

"So are you gonna stand there or are you going to come in?" she asked him from the now open doorway.

"Hi Kim," he said while stepping up to the door.

Ron was unsure of what to do at this point. Should he kiss her? Should he hug her?

The confusion was obvious on his face and for the second time in a matter of minutes, Kim helped to make the decision for him. Reaching out to wrap her arms around him, she placed a soft kiss on the side of his cheek and whispered hello into his ear.

Ron blushed slightly, still not fully adapted to his new relationship with Kim. She turned away to lead him into the house but not before taking him by the hand. They entered the kitchen where Mrs. Possible was preparing dinner and Mr. Possible was setting the table.

"Hi Drs. P-squared," said Ron.

"Hello Ronald," James said. He then made a quick glance at his daughter's hand in that of Ron's and a smirk formed across his face.

"Ron," Ann said while stirring a pot. "Will you help me with the chicken?"

"Sure thing Mrs. Dr. P," Ron said as he made his way over towards the stove.

He checked the pieces of chicken, frying in the skillet. "Almost done."

"Good," Mrs. Possible said. "The Alfredo sauce is ready."

Ann took some plates out of the cupboard which she then began to place some fettuccini on. After doing so she would pass the plate to Ron who would place some chicken on it and then cover it all with the Alfredo sauce. Once the plates were prepared the four, Kim, Ann, James, and Ron sat down to eat their dinner.

"Ron, where's Rufus?" asked Kim after taking a bite of her food.

"He stayed home. Wanted to watch a documentary about naked mole rats on Animal Planet."

After dinner was finished Kim helped her mother with the dishes. Ron was going to help as well when James stopped him.

"Ronald," he began. "Will you join me in my den for a moment?"

Ron glanced nervously over at Kim for a moment before following James into the den. He had already received the 'black hole space probe' talk so he wasn't quite sure what this was about. Upon entering the room, James offered him a seat while he sat down behind his desk.

"Ronald, I want to talk to you about your relationship with my daughter."


"Kim told me about last night. She told me what happened and more importantly what didn't happen. Ann and I have talked about this and we both realize that you and Kim are adults and can make your own decisions. Be that as it may I ask that the two of you refrain from any adult activities while Ann and I are in the house. Also if the two of you do decide to take that next step I want you to use protection."

"Mr. Dr. P," Ron interrupted. "My dad already gave me that speech."

"Good," said James in a voice of relief. "That saves me from having to do it."

"Anything else Mr. Dr. P?"

"Yes, will you be staying the night?"

"No, my mother wants me home tonight."
"Alright, but Ronald, when you do spend the night, you will sleep in the guest room and not in my daughter's bed."

Ron's face blushed as red as Kim's hair. An uneasy smile crept upon his face.

"Sure thing, Mr. Dr. P."

"Now I believe that two lovely ladies are waiting for us in the family room."


A pair of dice hit the floor and continued to roll, finally come to a stop on the numbers two and five.

"Seven," said Ron as he took a small yellow piece and moved it along the game board. "Alright let's see here. I say it was done in the conservatory, by Mr. Plum, with the candlestick."

"I don't have anything." said James.

"Neither do I" both Kim and her mother said at the same time.

Ron picked up the small light brown envelope that was sitting on the middle of the board and opened it. Its contents, three cards fell out into his hands. "Let's see here. Conservatory, Plum, and candlestick. Booyah!"

"Good job Ron," said Ann.

"How did you know?" asked Kim.

"I had the weapon figured out a long time ago. I just needed the room and person. You gave me the room, the person was just a guess."

"Wait, how did I give you the room?"

"Simple. Two turns ago you guessed that it was Mustard in the study with the knife. Your mom showed you something. Then on your last turn you guessed Mustard in the conservatory with the knife. This time your mom couldn't show you anything. I had narrowed it down to being either the study or conservatory and since she could show you something the first time but not the second time and the only difference in your guess was the room, well it was pretty obvious."

"Dang," Kim muttered under her breath slightly.
"Don't feel bad," Ron stated. "Everyone loses to the best."

Kim picked up one of the playing pieces and playfully threw it at Ron.

"Hey no sore losers," Ron said and then threw the piece back at her.

As Kim went to pick up the piece to once again throw at Ron, the front door opened and the sounds of feet and voices of young boys entered the house.

"Hey Ron," Jim said. "We're surprised to see you here."

"Thought you'd be home sick with girl cooties," Tim continued on.

"Tweebs," shouted Kim at the top of her lungs.

Ron laughed lightly as his girlfriend began to chase her brothers around the room.

"When I get my hands on you two…" she said in a loud voice while continuing her chase.

Tim, who had separated from his brother, knowing that his sister couldn't chase them both at once, saw that Jim was in fact close to being caught. Needing a distraction he began to sing the one song that he knew would irritate his sister.

"Kim and Ron sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g," he chanted towards Kim.

The desired affect of his teasing was working, his sister was now hot on his tail.

Tim, who now saw his brother being chased, took up the teasing. "First comes love, then comes marriage, here comes Kimmie with the baby carriage."

The two boys finally grew tired of eluding their sister and took refuge behind their parents.

"Kim," her father said. "Stop chasing your brothers around the house."

"And boys," her mother added. "Stop teasing your sister."

"Come on," Jim said.

"Let's go work on our rockets," Tim finished for him.

As the boys raced up the stairs Ann turned to look at the old grandfather clock, noticing the time was going on nine o'clock.

"James," she said. "I think its time to retire for the night."

"Retire? At nine o'clock on a Saturday?" he asked his wife.

Ann simply made a slight gesture towards her daughter and Ron, hoping her husband would get the hint.

"Very well," James said. "Ronald if you're here past ten your staying the night and remember what we talked about."

"Yes sir," Ron replied.

Kim walked over to Ron and took him by the hand. Leading him to the couch, she sat down and then pulled him down next to her. She placed her head on his shoulder as he wrapped his arm around her. Looking up and into his eyes she wanted nothing more than to kiss him and so that's what she did, or at least tried to. As Kim went in for the kiss Ron pulled away slightly causing a look of confusion on the face of Kim.

"Ron what's wrong?"

"Nothing um… hey let's see what's on TV," he said while picking up the remote.

Kim grabbed the remote from his hand and placed it back on the table. "Why won't you kiss me? Don't you want to?"

"Of course I do, I just don't want to go on a deep space probe."

"The talk with my dad?"
"Yeah. He talked to me about us partaking in some more adult activities."

"My mom had the same talk with me, don't worry about it. Besides my dad isn't going to send you on a deep space probe if he catches us making out. He might frown upon it and ask us to stop but that's about it."

"I don't know Kim your dad seemed pretty stern earlier."

"Ron just shut up and kiss me."

Kim grabbed Ron's head and pulled him into a kiss before he had a chance to react. He tried to resist a little at first, why he did not know. Who would resist being kissed by someone as hot as Kim? After what seemed like forever Kim finally broke the kiss but kept her face close to his.

"Now," she said. "It's only 9:30 and I usually don't go to bed until midnight so the way I see it we have two and a half-hours of just you and me and I think you know what I want to do."

"Actually we only have a half-hour. My mom wants me home tonight."

"Ohh well then I guess we'd better not waste anymore time talking," Kim said as she pushed Ron down so that he was lying on the couch with her on top of him.