She could do anything.

But not this. The pain she felt as the being ripped through her, in the its way out of the womb and into the outside world was just indescribable. She had no words for it, and even if she did she would sure they would come out tainted by the swear words. She had read somewhere, or maybe she had watched a show, that swear words helped with the pain. She didn't want to swear but honestly anything that could help would be welcomed by her.

She breathed in through her nose and expelled through her mouth, her lungs releasing all the air as she yelled like crazy. The way she felt as she was told to push was kind of infuriating. But at least it would all be over.

She tried to go down into her memories to recall the previous months and how worried she had been with how things progressed, but it was hard to when she felt like she was being ripped apart. And it was what was happening, she was being ripped apart….well at least one part of her was, the most precious part, the one she had only shared with the boy who currently stood in front of her.

Ron was livid, he didn't know what to say to this...had he caused this? It certainly seemed so, with his seed that he had released upon her womb. Oh man, Kim was going to hate him for this, he would make him sleep on the couch!

Wait...they didn't live together! He still had a bed at his parents!

He sighed in relief as he realised that he wasn't going to sleep on the couch anymore, seeing as he had a bed of his own. But that still meant that his girlfriend was in pain, and he didn't like to see that.

Nobody thought on correcting Kim on her language...for one, her mother knew just how much it hurt, especially when having twins, the ones Kim called "Twerps"...for two, the men were trying their best not to leave their lunch in the floor.

"That's a lot of blood…" - Ron said, and he shuddered at the amount of blood that was coming off his girlfriend's...spot. He almost wanted to get out...the miracle of birth might be a miracle, yes, but for him it was a nauseating experience. - "I don't think I can…"

Kim almost spat out, she was the one under this high amount of pain and stress and the boy was throwing a tantrum and refusing to stay with her? True he had accompanied her in every stage of the way, being supportive, but he wasn't going to give up now was he? In the last hours.

This thing had been going on for an endless amount of time, which seemed like months to the teen in pain, though it was really no more than a couple of hours. Kimberly Possible was strong, she could defeat anyone and anything, she knew several different martial artists and she was smart to boot. She was attractive, and she was with the man of her dreams. But if the boy wasn't ready to show support...

It wasn't fair of her to expect that kind of support from the man who was currently holding her hand, but she couldn't help herself. Something about the unimaginable amount of pain and stress she was being put in as the baby came off her, something which had been happening for the last few hours...well she would hope the boy would support her.

"Ron…" - She ushered the words through grinted teeth as she did her best to simultaneously push, breathe, and talk. Which wasn't easy. - "You can do this…" - She knew of his dislike for blood, he got air headed whenever he saw it, but the boy needed to be there for her, and she needed him. Though sometimes with couples she had to be the one who had to be there for him.

Ignoring all the pain, after a titanic effort to do that, she smiled. Though the smile didn't reach her eyes. Kind of hard when it hurt that much.

"Thanks K.P…" - Ron held his hand against hers. It was his fragile attempt at cheering her up. He smiled too and did his best to ignore the blood.

Kim yelled, a ear piercing scream that was a pain in the butt to hear. Ron winced, there wasn't much he could now, he thought that he should have figured that out, who knew that coming inside of your girlfriend, in the moment of pure ecstasy and passion, in the most private and particular of moments, would have those consequences? Whatever he could do, it wasn't now, anyway.

He hoped that the creature that was springing forth from their union - And which he'd held in not much more than a few hours or minutes, depending on Kim's strenght. - Would have a nice life. It was all he would attempt to provide to the baby.

They had picked a name and everything, what else would they do, call it a "kid" for the rest of its life? That wasn't likely to happen. Ron had tried his best to be there for Kim in the best of situations, and in the worse of situations, even if it put him in danger...well this was a lifelong project that the two of them would work on, and he was pretty excited for it. He grinned, though most group projects he did ended badly, this one wasn't going to. He had a little version of himself, and the baby had the most awesome mom in the world with it. It was a very lucky baby.

"Congratulations! It's a girl!" - It seemed that Ron's theory was right, the baby had come up with the gender of Kim. Though it was likely the reason was not the one he had given.

He realised he had missed the baby popping out as he had been driven into his thoughts and hopes for the future. He quickly pretended to be paying attention, knowing that if Kim noticed that he had been missed out on the birth he would never hear the end of it.

"Hum doc?" - Kim had her legs spread out but she herself had finally stopped hurting, speech came easier to her now that she didn't have to push through the pain. - "We kind of knew that already…"

It was true, ever since the moment they could they had discovered the baby's gender. Kim had had to agree with Ron who had had a total smug look and told her "I told you so" as she grew more and more inflated, and the baby became more and more developed.

Not that he had stopped loving her and kissing her and being nice to her. In fact his affection had doubled or tripled even more. Even when she felt like a total blimp, he was there for her. Kim wasn't vain, not really, she was just conditioned.

It was with horror that she saw she didn't fit into her Club Banana outfits, though Ron had assured her that when the baby was out and being trained into the arts of being a Possible, she'd be able to wear them again, it was small consolation. She had had to have so many babysitter sitchs to pay for those outfits.

But as she, tired as she was, looked at the small sprout, that had come from her and Ron's love she couldn't help but smile. It wasn't going to be easy, nothing really was, and she was 18 and with a kid. Even with the most amazing guy in the world to help, in her opinion, but she knew that it had all been worth it. The pain, the anxiety, the performance, the telling her parents. All for little Jean.

It was a name that suited the little creature she now held in her arms, in her opinion. It reminded her of her mother, for some reason. Kim was tired, oh so very tired but she allowed herself a smile as she looked at the small girl in front of her.

She could tell already that she would be a lot like her parents.