Author's note: This is the sequel to Hard yet easy choices, so I suggest you read that one first. Short summary: Kim is pregnant by Ron after a heart-breaking sitch (if I may say so myself). They decided to keep it. They're still in high school.

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Shout it from the bleachers

"Whoever said that April was the cruelest month weren't kidding", said Kim Possible, former teen hero and world saver many times over as she leaned back sit down on the floor next to the toilet. Her mother, standing in the doorway, smiled as she observed her daughter. She remembered, with mixed emotions her own first pregnancy, which, looking back, seemed to be quite the cake walk compared to what her daughter was going through. It probably wasn't she reminded herself, carrying Kim those nine months had been quite a feat.

Perhaps it was just her motherly instincts kicking in, seeing her daughter rushing to the bathroom the first thing she did in the morning.

"Bad one?" She knelt down to her daughter. Kim's red hair was in disarray, and she wished that she had realized that Kim had another fight with morning sickness and not just trying to beat the morning rush. Holding Kim's hair back was almost forming an entirely new bond between them, one that Anne so far only had had with sorority sisters and her very best friends, as well as her husband.

"Yeah… second one today", Kim responded, looking at her mother's friendly face. "I had to get up at five for the first one."

"Poor baby", Anne said. "It's the price we pay. It'll be worth it in the end."

Kim glared at her mother. "Mom? A little too early in the morning for the pep-talk. Save it for tonight, I'm sure I'll need it then." She was glad to have her mother to help her during her pregnancy, but she was reaching the end of the line when it came to encouraging comments. Ironic, she thought, a cheerleader who had grown tired of pep.

Over all, being pregnant was not yet as troubling as it could have been. Sure, she could have done without the morning sickness, but at least it had settled in to mostly occurring in the mornings. In the first few weeks, just after having told Ron and their parents, it happened at the drop of a hat. But now, it had been reduced to a quick visit in the morning and sometimes in the evening. She'd managed to get away with it at school, saying that she was coming down with the stomach flu, or that she'd eaten something bad. When it had settled on a semi-regular schedule, she was glad. Some of the girls at the cheerleader team had begun looking at her funny, and one Tuesday, she had found a folder about bulimia slipped into her locker. She was nervous that someone was watching a little too carefully, but she was also glad that people cared enough to notice.

Anne Possible chuckled at her tired daughter, and she helped her up from the floor. "Oh, I have quite the selection of pep-talks if you would like to see the menu. I have 'it's going to be worth it', 'it'll be over in nine months' or perhaps you would like to try a taste of the eight-month 'yeah, men couldn't handle this if their lives depended on it'." Kim chuckled.

"Oh, we're not there quite yet. I'll settle for the 'you looked lovely, hon' if you don't mind.

"Oh, you do look lovely hon. Well, your hair looks like a mess, but that's my fault. And-." Anne was interrupted by her twin sons, Jim and Tim, who walked by the bathroom and noticed their sister and mother.

"Ah, man! Did Kim-"

"Throw up again? How long is-"

"This going to last?" The twins bounced the sentences between them.

"Well boys", their mother said, "nine months all in all, but this should be over with in a few weeks. I'm sure you can take it."

"Oh great! Another month of having-"

"Kim throwing up in the-"

"Bathroom."

"Morning!" Jim looked over at his brother. They didn't usually make slips like that.

"Great, now it's starting to affect our timing as well! Thanks-

"Sis! Thanks a-

"Bunch!"

"Lot!" "Gaaah!" The twins threw their arms up in unison and stormed off, leaving their sister and mother laughing at the sight of the distraught pair.

After their parents, Rufus and Wade had been told; Kim and Ron had taken the step of telling the tweebs. Kim's parents had convinced them that it would be for the best, as they would surely notice that something was odd. They were, after all, geniuses.

They'd been shocked at first. But ultimately, the thought of becoming uncles had gotten to them, and they'd spent the last weeks walking around on eggshells around Kim, treating her more nicely than they ever had before. To see them returning to their usual annoying ways had actually been a relief to Kim. If everyone else would be more considerate, it was nice to have someone treating her as if nothing special was going on.

After washing up and having breakfast, Kim got dressed. It had become a routine by now, to look at herself in the mirror with even more scrutiny than she had before. When she'd merely been a cheerleader, it was to scout for any hidden blemishes or zits, but now, she was looking for signs of the pregnancy. She had gained some, but not a lot, and nothing that couldn't be explained away with the fact that she was no longer performing amazing feats of martial arts on a daily basis. Still, her gain had earned her a few remarks from Bonnie and the likes. She shook it off however. The doorbell rang, and she was immediately in a happier mood. Ron had arrived.

Despite that Kim had her own car now; Kim and Ron walked to school together. It had been Ron's suggestion, and Kim had agreed. With their respective jobs at Smarty Mart and Club Banana, their extracurrics and spending time with friends and family, there was still time for them just to hang out the two of them, but, as Ron had remarked, it would be good for them to have something that was just for them. When they walked to school, they could talk to each other about their situation and their future. They didn't always do that, of course, but it was nice to have a routine, instead of having to sneak in disparate moments here and there.

"…And when I got there, apparently all of the Faroese-to-Macedonian dictionaries were sold out, and has been since, like, 1992. Bill had just never restocked and never ordered any new copies", Ron concluded.

"Well, I kinda see why", Kim said, "I mean… how much demand could there be for a Faroese-to Macedonian dictionary? I mean, in Middleton?"

"Granted, it's no English-to-Spanish, or and English-to-French or even a Portuguese-to-Polish, but still… it should have been in the stockroom!"

"Ron, I think it's safe to say that no one could have known a bus of Faroese tourists would crash into a bus full of Macedonian exchange students, ever! And certainly not in front of the Smarty Mart in Middleton! I think Bill should remain blameless", Kim said. She had heard about the accident on the news, but she hadn't realized that Ron had gotten caught up in the aftermath.

"Yeah, well, the next time a mob of Faroese and Macedonians almost cause a riot because they can't understand each other it won't be my fault, I'll tell you that much! Ron Stoppable never makes the same mistake twice!"

"Oh, you don't, do you?" Kim smiled a sly grin at Ron and raised her left eyebrow at him. "Just how many times have you dropped your pants during a mission?"

"Never the exact same mistake, KP. They were different pants every time. Never the same pair of pants." Ron corrected his girlfriend walking beside him, hand in hand.

"Ah. So if, say a group of Icelanders and a group of Bosnians had an accident just outside Smarty Mart…?"

"…Well, then… I guess we'd be in the same sitch as yesterday, since Bill hasn't stocked that dictionary either…" Ron scratched his chin. He'd better get on that when got to work in the afternoon. "… But still. It would be a different mistake. Similar, but different. And besides, what are the odds of a group of Icelanders and a group of Bosnians having an accident anywhere?" Kim pondered the question.

"Actually, I think the odds a better for that happening than for the sitch yesterday." She smiled, as he frowned. Now he was definitely restocking every obscure dictionary he could find, including Sanskrit-to-Gothic. "But then again, the odds of the next guys knowing English would be better, I guess." Ron relaxed a bit and smiled at Kim's attempt to calm him down. They walked in silence for a couple of moments.

"Ron…" Kim began. Ron recognized the tone. In the last couple of months, quite a few conversations had begun with this tone, and everyone seemed to change his life quite dramatically. "I've been thinking about something and I just want to see what you think."

Ron nodded, waiting for what would come next.

"I'm going to be showing in just a couple of weeks and I don't think anyone's going to think I've just put on weight without reason. I… I think we should start telling people soon." They had told a number of people so far. Their parents, the tweebs, Rufus and Wade had all been told, mostly because they would either realize quickly or because they had a right to know. Kim had also told Dr. Jasper Taine, who had been Ron's doctor when Killigan's poisoned tee had sent him into a coma. Dr. Taine was the one who first connected that Kim could be pregnant, and was also the first to know of it, besides Kim. She had gone to the hospital a week after her test, simply to let him know that she would be keeping the baby. Dr. Taine had been as sweet as sugar, as he always was, and had helped her book a time for the first appointment, which she would have in another week.

"Sure, KP. If… if that's what you want to do, I mean…" Ron knew that this discussion would have come at some point; he just didn't realize it would happen just yet.

"I mean…" Kim began again, "I'm not… we're not going to just shout it from the... bleachers. I… I was thinking that we should tell Monique, then maybe Felix and go from there." Kim didn't really have a plan in place, but she at least wanted to be able to look Monique in the eyes.

"Yeah… that sounds good… ", Ron began.

"Yeah, but…. Monique's our friend. The others at school won't react the same as her." Kim knew that she was going to get some flack from Bonnie and her cohorts, and that Ron would probably get a few remarks from the football team.

"I'm sure she'll be happy for us but…" Kim continued. She was nervous about telling Monique. A little less than she had been telling her parents and Ron, but still… The people she had told thus far weren't likely to have shunned her altogether. Monique probably wouldn't, but it was still a fear in Kim's mind that she would.

"Of course she's going to be happy!" Ron seemed to pick up on Kim's fears and decided to calm her down. "Don't you think so, Rufus?" he directed his voice towards his pocket, containing his second best friend in the world.

"Hnh! Monique like little Kim!" Rufus had taken to calling their baby "little Kim", despite that they didn't even know the gender yet. Even Ron had slipped and done the same a time or two. They had both said that they would be happy with either a boy or a girl, though, but neither were willing to name their baby Kim. Maybe as a middle name.

Kim smiled at Rufus. The naked mole rat could be counted on for the truth, at least from his perspective. She wished that he would turn out correct.

They arrived at Middleton High School. Before they entered, they stopped for another of their newly formed routines. They stood just outside of school property, where even Mr. Barkin and his rules about PDAs couldn't affect them, and kissed for a couple of minutes before entering the school. Other students passed by, some yelling "Go Ron!" or even "Go Kim!" Most, however, just smiled at them, or made the occasional mock vomiting sounds.

Kim wondered to herself, if them just making out, a sight that wasn't that unusual, could create such positive reaction, what would they say when they let it be known that they were having a baby? She let those thoughts go to the back of her mind, as they entered the school for another boring Thursday.