Follow the Pink Road

Summary: Takes place after "Rainbow of Friendship". Mainly follows Kim and Tommy through their life, but of course will have other Ranger couples in the mix, as well.

A/N: This story is a continuation of my story, "Rainbow of Friendship". In order to understand where this story is coming from, you really ought to read that story first, otherwise you might just wonder if I'd lost my mind or something. Oh, and as always, r&r. Thanks!

Disclaimer: I do not own the Power Rangers, except for a few characters of my own making. I think Disney, or maybe Saban has that honor. Anyhow, just so you know.

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November 22, 2006

3rd Person POV

Tommy let himself into the hospital bungalow Kim used. "Honey, I'm home!" he called in a sing-song voice. Reefside High School had had an early release that day on account of the holiday, and Tommy had wasted no time in teleporting himself to Baltimore for the long weekend.

He noted the laptop on the kitchen table, next to an empty mug and teapot, undoubtedly her treatment for the day. Not hearing her responding to him, Tommy began to worry. "Babe?" he yelled, heading for the master bedroom. That's when he heard it: the tell-tale retching coming from the spare bathroom.

He entered the bathroom quietly, turning the faucet on cold, filling a glass, and soaking a cloth. He rang the washcloth out, then grabbed both items and settled in beside Kimberly. Setting the glass on the floor for the time being, he expertly folded and placed the cool cloth across the back of her neck, holding her until she had finished.

Oliver, you idiot, he thought to himself. It's your fault she's in this condition. He didn't even realize he had said the words aloud until Kim's voice, broken with her heaving, answered him.

"It's not…completely…your fault," she choked out between bouts of retching. "Chemo…would have…made me…just…as sick." She finally finished, removed the cloth from her neck, and swiped it across her mouth.

Tommy handed her the water glass, smiling as she took one large gulp after another. "Slow down there, hey, easy. You don't want to make yourself sick again, do you?"

She smiled and swatted his arm. "Oh, please. Nothing can make me as sick as those herbs do. Besides, I had to get the taste out of my mouth somehow."

She finished the water, placed the glass back on the counter, and headed back out to the kitchen to clean up her tea things. Glaring at the teapot in distaste, she offered, "You know, I'm convinced those herbs I drink are making me sicker than the pregnancy is. Dr. Rocca said it was gentler on the body than Chemo is, but it makes patients just as sick, if not more so."

"Did you already have your check-up today?" Tommy asked.

"Yeah. Doc says everything looks good," she replied.

Tommy couldn't help but eye her figure doubtfully. She would always be beautiful to him, but he was concerned that she wasn't putting on more weight, given her pregnancy. If anything, she had lost weight.

As if she could read his mind – which she probably could, he admitted to himself – she added quietly, "I'm not sure I agree. I lost another pound and a half this week, which makes more than ten pounds lost since I started treatment in September. Shouldn't I be gaining weight? I mean, the baby-"

Tommy wrapped his arms around her tightly. "The baby will be fine," he murmured into her hair. "You are having a very large meal tomorrow, and I am going to make sure you eat every scrap of food on your plate. Got it?" Kimberly giggled. "In fact, I'm gonna see that you get stuffed this entire weekend, then I'm placing Trini and Dana in charge of watching through the week." He thought for a minute, glancing around the bungalow. "Speaking of whom, where are those two?"

Kim smiled. "They went to pick up Jen and Wes. They knew you'd be coming in early this afternoon, so they wanted to give us a few minutes alone. Once they get back, we're all going shopping for tomorrow's dinner. Only things we have already are the turkeys." She gestured to the corner of the small kitchen, where three coolers were stacked, one on top of another.

"Jesus, Kim. How many people are you expecting?" he asked, peeking into the top cooler to find a 20-pound bird sitting in a brine solution.

"Hmmm, let's see…You and me; Trini and Billy; Jen and Wes; Katie, Lucas, Trip, and Mr. Collins; Dana and Jason; Zack and Angela; Adam and Kendrix; Rocky and Aisha; my dad is coming in late tonight with Mr. and Mrs. Kwan; your parents will be here early in the morning with Mr. and Mrs. Scott and Mrs. Taylor; the Campbells, the DeSantos', and the Parks will be in late tomorrow morning; Captain Mitchell, Ryan, Chad, and Carter will be in early tomorrow afternoon; and Kat and Tanya will be here in a couple hours," she answered triumphantly.

Tommy did a quick figure in his head. "Thirty-eight," he grumbled. "Do we even have room for that many people here?"

"We're having dinner at the Collins house, not here," Kim replied good-naturedly. "Now, come on, Tiger. Trini, Dana, Jen, and Wes will be back any minute, and I still haven't gotten so much as a kiss from you," she pouted.

"That's because you were busy making friends with the toilet," he pointed out. Grinning, he reached out for her and gave her a long, slow kiss, running his hands down her back. "Hmmm…how many minutes do we have until they get here?" he asked, pulling her towards the couch.

She stepped out of his embrace regretfully. "Not enough." They heard a car pull into the driveway and the doors open. "See?" She grinned, grabbed his hand, and headed to the front door in time to see her twin brother walk in.

"Billy!" Kim cried, running to hug him. "What are you doing here so early? I thought you weren't coming in for another four hours or so."

Billy Cranston hugged his sister. She's so thin, he thought to himself. We have to see that she eats more, if for no other reason, than for the sake of her baby. "I had originally planned on coming later this afternoon," he focused his attention on her question, "but my boss gave us the afternoon off, so I decided to come up early. Couldn't stay away from my two best girls," he grinned, looping one arm around Kimberly and the other around Trini, whose only indication of pregnancy was a slight thickening around her middle.

"Are you guys ready? We still need to buy everything for our dinner tomorrow," Trini announced.

"Yeah, we're ready," Kim replied. "Let me just grab a jacket, my purse, and the shopping list, and we can leave."

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"So what did you girls do this week?" Billy asked Kimberly, Trini, and Dana.

Trini laughed. "Baby, we're three pregnant women sharing a house. What do you think we did? We ate!"

"And talked," Kim added.

"And threw up," Dana finished, grimacing.

Everyone laughed as they left the car and headed into the supermarket. Kim split her list up three ways, and gave one to each couple. Dana stuck with Tommy and Kim to help in case Kim needed medical attention. They shopped steadily for an hour and a half, then met back at the checkout lanes. The women did one final scan to make sure they had everything, and they all got in line.

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Later, after the food had been taken back to the Collins house and put away, Tommy and Kim headed back to their bungalow to settle in for the night. They knew that, with the families arriving the next day, this would be their last chance to be alone the entire weekend.

"So what's the plan for tomorrow, Beautiful?" Tommy asked, caressing her back.

"Mmmm…I need to make a couple pies before we leave, and I need you to drain the turkey brines, and we should head over to Wes and Jen's around eight-thirty or so, to help with the cooking. You boys can watch your football games, but someone's gonna need to be picking the various family members up from the airport through the course of the day," she replied sleepily.

"We'll figure the airline schedule out and take turns doing family runs," Tommy promised, deciding to change the subject. He slid his hands under her shirt and flicked over her nipple with his thumb, causing it to pucker. "How sleepy do you figure you are?" Tommy asked seductively, nibbling on her neck.

"Never to sleepy for that, Tiger," she responded huskily, sliding underneath him.

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A/N: Well, there it is. Tell me what you think!