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Mother Knows Best	By : sandman-nobody Category: Kim Possible > General Views: 26443 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Chapter List
- 6
- 7
A/N: Sorry for the wait, but here it is. The last chapter of Mother knows best. All I can say is that this chapter ended up being a lot longer than I’d initially thought which is why I wasn’t able to get it out on time. And I just want to thank everyone for waiting so patiently.
Something I feel like I need to bring up, some of you might feel like some parts of this chapter are slightly rushed. Well, that’s because it is. Basically, I needed to summarize I large portion of time which means that some details will get lost. If I’m being honest, I could easily make another ten chapters out of the content addressed in the epilogue. But that isn’t what I want to do. This feels like the natural point to stop and I hope that everyone enjoys what I’ve made.
Don’t forget to leave a review/comment telling me what you thought if you have the time. Otherwise, have a wonderful day.

Chapter 7
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As it so happens, Ron would manage to get it up for three more rounds throughout his night with Kim; sometimes waking up in the middle of the night just to admire his friend’s naked shape.
Each time he managed to find yet another burst of teenage cum to fire from his tip, and each time he did so buried as deeply into her body as he could manage. When he finally and truly retired for the evening, the young woman’s sex was irreparably drowned in cum, staining the bright red color of her swollen lips an opaque white that dripped down the crease of her tight butt and up into the tuft of hair left above her exposed hood.
Every inch of her insides was stuffed full of the fertile goo which didn’t hesitate to slowly dissolve into a clear, watery substance. The sperm laden juices followed down the unnatural curve of the teenager’s hips thrust even higher by the help of a pillow so that it all quickly pooled against the final defense of the gate of her womb.
Over the hours of peaceful sleep, her biology was forced to yield, slowly allowing drop after drop into the previously untainted sanctuary. And by the time the sun would begin to crest over the horizon bringing light to a new day, the feminine pocket of her womb would be all but stuffed with the over-eager tadpoles.
xXx
Kim woke slowly at first, unusually dizzy even as confusion was the first thought to greet her weighted cognizance. Her body felt heavy and… sore? But her mind was too clouded for even that much to become readily available. Instead, she continued to lay there drifting in and out of consciousness until she finally found the strength to question her situation.
Her face grimaced against the dull ache of her hips. She breathed a slow sigh of distress.
There was a… strange taste in her mouth, one that only grew stronger as she dared to lick her lips, tart and a little sour. Slowly her mind turned to the previous night, or, at least it tried to. But for some reason, she was having trouble remembering the entire day.
For the briefest moment, part of her felt content to dismiss the uncomfortable sensations as some consequence of a mission. Unfortunately, a slight shift on her mattress forced her brows to rise in a questioning grimace. As much of a chore as opening her eyes seemed, she finally allowed the sparkling green orbs to greet the day, as well as the familiar picture of her bedroom’s ceiling.
Turning towards the disturbance, Kim would quickly find this one aspect to be the only recognizable part of her morning.
She blinked again, slowly this time as her brain struggled to take in so much pale skin laid next to her. There was a lot of it, too much to be normal, in fact, which prompted her brain to finally start recovering. A sharper sensation settled in the back of her mind as she was able to recognize her friend Ron, as well as the fact that he was completely and totally naked in her bed.
Face down and fast asleep, snoring sounded from the pillow he’d tucked under his arm. Above the blankets, Kim had an unobstructed view of his entire body, as well as an ass so pale one might shield their eyes. But Kim wasn’t in a joking mood. And with each building heartbeat, her blank expression grew more and more pale as reality began to sink in.
She didn’t cry out. She didn’t yell. She didn’t do anything but sit there, a frozen fist settling around her heart. For the very first time, she recognized the sensation of cool air against her flesh, as well as a distinct lack of the weight of her pajamas.
Already knowing what she would see, the young woman wanted to do anything but confirm her suspicion. Unfortunately, she found her head turning back towards herself of its own volition. And soon, her vision was filled with her own pale complexion, the tips of her breasts wound tight in the cool morning air and her bare thighs splayed open without shame.
Her breathing began to pick up to match her now hammering heartbeat. She slowly sat up in bed, limbs still heavy from sleep. Shaking her head, she tried to remember how this could have happened, and why she was naked in bed with the boy she’d known since pre-k. It wasn’t until her hand reached up, shaking the entire way towards her once long hair, that she found the now much shorter bob, reminding her of the trip to the mall. And given a foothold, the memories seemed to come flooding back, each worse than the last.
Her mother, the spa, the wax, the haircut, the… dinner. Finally, she was allowed a shuttering gasp, hands held above her open lips as she remembered just how she’d been set up.
Her mother, her own mother, had gone behind her back to try and set her up with her best friend. The idea was just as confusing now as it had been the night before. To think the entire day had been spent trying to make her look good for him, it was irksome. But not as much as the fact that she still couldn’t remember how they had gone from a quiet, albeit awkward dinner, to… this!
The panic spiked as she moved to back away from the other person in her bed. It was a natural response. She felt so exposed, clutching the blanket that had been kicked to the foot of the bed against her naked self. She didn’t even notice the pillow that had been stuffed under her butt throughout the night.
The quick movements inspired another dull pang between her legs, forcing a slight wince. Hissing slightly, Kim finally dropped her gaze to the space between her legs, only to feel a wave of vertigo suddenly sway upon her.
She was… a mess. Kim stared at the small tuft of pubic hair that had managed to survive the other day, only to find the red hairs matted in a congealed white crust. Her horrified expression deepened as she opened her legs even farther, finding even more of the substance coating the inside of her thighs. Following the lines of dried cum, she was eventually faced with the splayed color of her sex. And for all her questions of the previous night, Kim found herself at least one answer.
He had not worn protection…
Her mouth opened, agape in the horrifying reality. This was cum. Ron’s cum. And it was inside of her?
As if her caked mound could leave any question to this fact, Kim found her hand drawn towards her apex, gently and carefully inserting a single finger into her tender depths. And to her surprise, the digit pressed into the soft flesh easily, much more easily than it had just the other morning. And just a few inches deeper, she was greeted with the still wet slime coating her once virginal walls.
Pulling back, her fear quickly turned to disgust at her now glimmering fingers, sticky in the worst way. She was only able to watch as a line dribbled down her wrist before the final strands of her sanity gave way, releasing everything she’d been doing her best to hold back.
XxX
Ann awoke to a scream.
Eyes flashing open, the blue orbs snapped up to the ceiling in an instant where she could hear her daughter’s voice loud and clear, as well as the many expletives she saw fit to exploit.
The noise was accompanied by a number of loud thumps, most likely objects being thrown in quick succession. A loud bang rocked the structure of her home. More and more noise continued to build before she sighed, smoothly rising from the chair she’d fallen asleep in to stand and finish what she started.
Ever the morning person, a slight hum carried her towards the kitchen leading to Kim’s room. The closer she got, the clearer she could hear her daughter’s strangled tone.
“Get out! get out! Get out of my room! Get out!” And so on and so forth.
Ron, in return, seemed only able to respond in wounded cries of, “ow! Wai-. Kim, please. I can explain!” To which Kim could only continue her unending cry for him just to leave.
The young mother rose to the top of the stairs just in time for the door to swing open and a desk lamp to come flying out. Missing her by just an inch, Ann blinked twice before a still nude Ron Stoppable came tumbling after. Hands clasped over his sex, he nearly gasped at the woman’s sudden appearance. Ann simply laid a comforting hand on his shoulder before leaning in close to his ear.
“I left some spare clothes by the front door. Don’t worry about Kim. She’ll need some space, for now. I’ll call you when it’s time.” Still panting, he pulled back with a dubious stare. Thankfully, a heeled shoe smacking into his back encouraged him to quickly take her advice. Ann watched him scramble away with a smile before turning back to attend to her child.
Passing through the open door, said young woman could be seen tucked back against the farthest corner of her room, a blanket held white-knuckled against her nakedness while her cheeks burned an iridescent red. And in her hand brandished yet another weapon, daring the young man that had just run to come back. It wasn’t until she looked up to see the concerned expression of her mother that Kim’s throwing arm dropped. The rage in her features cooled, becoming once again scared and confused.
“M-Mom?” the teenager stumbled. Taking several deep breaths, the young woman slowly sank until she found herself sitting at her computer chair.
Ann didn’t answer right away, looking at how her daughter was handling her morning after. Unfortunately, she could tell right away the answer was, not well.
Now that Ron was gone, Kim didn’t have anything else to distract her from reality. Clutching the blanket against her breasts, Kim’s already wide green eyes looked comically pathetic as she stared towards her parent. It was unfortunate that she needed to suffer like this, but Ann took solace in knowing she had an opportunity to sooth some of the pain she’d created.
Without a second thought, the older redhead moved to approach her daughter, taking one of her hands in her own while she sank to meet Kim’s terrified gaze.
“Kimmie!” Ann gasped, her tone soft and soothing. “Oh, honey, what’s the matter? Is everything okay?” Her other hand reached out to cup the round shape of her daughter’s cheek, petting the soft surface with her thumb while also brushing away some of the dried arousal she’d no doubt left the other night. Oblivious, Kim just blinked at the question before furrowing her brow into a deep wrinkle.
“What’s the matter?” Kim managed, shaking her head like she couldn’t believe the words had come from her mother’s mouth. “Mom! I-.” She stopped short, hiking the edge of her blanket even higher towards her collar. “I mean, Ron! We, he, I… I just woke up, and-.” She blinked again, long eyelashes fluttering nervously. “We were naked! And sore! And… I think we had sex.” Her expression widened as she hissed the words to emphasize the horror. But Ann just nodded, her understanding expression unwavering as if she were still waiting to hear what the problem was.
“Kim,” Ann chuckled softly much to Kim’s disbelief. “I think I knew that much.” And when the teenager’s jaw dropped, and her mom could see the question in her eyes, Ann awkwardly added, “Well, Honey, it’s not like you were exactly… quiet last night.” Unfortunately, despite her best smile, Kim still took the news with a deep, deep blush. Her expression opened once again, humiliation on an entirely new scale sweeping through her as she understood what her mother had just said.
Kim's mouth opened a few times despite no sound leaving. Her gaze shifted from one side of the room to the next, never settling on her mother in the middle. Despite knowing better, she tried to imagine the fact that her own mother had been forced to listen to her daughter lose her virginity.
Actually, how was she so cool about this? Weren’t moms supposed to, like, keep that from happening? Instead of, you know, whatever the hell this was?!
Mind swimming, a low whine was drawn from her lips as the rest of her face clenched in a mask of pain. Drawing a hand down her face, the dainty finger stopped at her lips.
“What happened last night?” Kim begged, the confusion too much to bear. “I don’t remember… anything. At least, not anything that would explain why I woke up naked in bed with Ron! Oh god, I can’t believe this is actually happening!”
With her daughter looking on the verge of tears, Ann had to take a deep breath to prepare herself. She didn’t like lying to her children and liked it even less when they did the same to her. But she’d convinced herself that this situation just had to be a small white lie, like the tooth fairy. Technically untrue but ultimately for her child’s benefit. Thankfully, she’d already come prepared to answer just this question.
“I’m not surprised,” the older woman hummed, putting on a slightly reproachful face. “I hope you remember this morning the next time you think about drinking an entire bottle of wine.” Her disapproval lifted, becoming more amused as she added. “Honestly, you really can’t hold your liquor. You’re kind of a lightweight.”
Of all the things Kim had been expecting her mom to say, that hadn’t been it. Jerking her head back, her brow lifted as she stared at her mom in disbelief. Wine? What wine?
That said, thinking about it for a moment, she did remember something about her mom bringing out a bottle of some kind. Kim tried to think about the dinner, how uncomfortable she’d been, how stressed out the entire day had been, in fact, and part of her had to consider the possibility she’d accidentally overindulged; especially since it was her first time. Still, if she’d been drunk…
“Why didn’t you stop us!?” Kim whimpered weakly. “If I was drunk… doesn’t that mean Ron took advantage or something?” But Ann was quick to respond, her tone sharpening to cut that line of thought before it could hope to take root.
“Kim!” the older woman admonished, and the young woman suitably shrank back, eyes wide with hurt. “First of all, I didn’t let you do anything. Aren’t you the one that’s constantly telling me you’re an adult now? That you can make your own decisions? Well, getting drunk was your decision, and you can’t blame me for what happened or on other people just because you aren’t happy with how things ended up.” Best to make sure she understands that ahead of time…
“Besides,” Ann continued, her intense eyes softening ever so slightly, “do you really think Ronald’s the type of boy to take advantage of anyone, much less you?” And at that, Kim finally had to admit defeat.
She tried to imagine the meek, nervous young man she’d known for her entire life doing anything to hurt anyone and came up dubious. For all she could say about him, Kim had to admit that he was a nice guy, painfully so at times. It was probably one of the reasons she found herself so not attracted to him. Call it teenage stupidity, but the idea of a nice, reliable guy she could count on just seemed so… boring. As much as she wanted to blame Ron for what happened, Kim accepted that she couldn’t.
“No,” she mumbled at her lap, defeated. Still, that didn’t make her any happier about what had happened.
“Good,” Ann soothed, returning to her smile. “I’m glad you can take responsibility for your own choices. That’s very mature of you, Kim.” It might be a little dirty playing on the teenager’s constant need to look good in front of adults. But seeing the tiniest smile pull at the younger girl’s lips, Ann decided it had been worth it.
“It doesn’t mean he’s off the hook,” Kim’s grumpy face was back. She still felt sick knowing he’d actually seen her naked, touched her, kissed her, and god knows what else. Worst of all, she could still feel him inside her, leaking onto the chair. Her expression narrowed queasily. Ann just rolled her eyes.
“You know, you didn’t seem so upset by the idea the other night,” the mother saw fit to remind her daughter. Kim’s confusion came up short as she gave her mom a slow stare.
“Wait,” she started, almost unsure if she wanted to continue. “You don’t mean-.” Her lashes fluttered for a moment. “Are you saying I came onto him?!” It was a good thing Ron wasn’t around to be hurt by her incredulity.
“Is that really so hard to believe?” Ann laughed gayly, but Kim just gaped at her, wholly unable to wrap her mind around the idea. Her expression was all the answer the mother needed.
“Oh Kim, honestly.” Ann shook her head. “Just because the night started off a little stiff doesn’t mean things couldn’t improve. And after a few glasses, you really seemed to connect with each other. You must have spent an hour just talking and talking. I almost called it a night when you finally pulled him up to your room. After that, I can’t really say what happened, but as I’ve already explained, I can assure you, you were nothing but agreeable.” She gave her daughter’s hand a soft pat as she winked at the blushing girl.
Kim’s eyes never left her mother, despite wanting to look anywhere else. She had to stare at the older woman in the eye and see if she was serious. But looking back at her, the teenager couldn’t find anything but warmth and amusement. Seeing her distress, Ann took the initiative and moved to pull the still naked girl into her arms.
“Honey,” Ann’s chuckle rumbled from her chest, “it’s nothing to be embarrassed about. You’re a growing young woman. I’ve already said its perfectly natural to have needs. Honestly, I’m surprised it took this long for you to finally drag some poor boy up to your room to take care of it. How many batteries have we gone through since I bought you your little present?” It was at this point Kim was especially grateful her face was pressed against her mom’s shoulder, if only because it meant the older woman couldn’t see the shade of red that consumed her face.
“Those hormones were only going to keep building up. It’s not healthy to go that long without some kind of release. And see, don’t you feel better already?” And blinking, Kim pulled out of her mother’s embrace realizing that, yes, she actually kind of did.
When was the last time she woke up without needing to work out two or three quick orgasms before starting the day? It seemed like, for the last month, her entire life revolved around working the stress out of her body, only to feel it start to build back up as soon as she pulled her fingers from her panties.
It had felt like her body had been starved for something she’d had no idea how to feed it. She had been so freaked out by waking up naked; she hadn’t even noticed the distinct lack of cravings.
In fact, even if she hated the thought of feeling Ron inside of her, she couldn’t deny a certain peace beneath the surface of her skin. Or… satisfaction?
She’d imagined so many horrible scenarios as soon as she’d realized she’d slept with her best friend. But, the truth was somehow worse than if she’d really been attacked. There wasn’t any grand scheme, no betrayal; rather, she’d just been drunk and horny, a tale as old as time. She’d laugh if she didn’t feel just as ready to cry. Thankfully, sucked of her fear and anxiety, she found herself too exhausted to do either.
“I think I’m gonna lay back down for an hour or two.” She mumbled, lifting her deflated expression from the floor. Ann frowned but still nodded before running her hands through her daughter’s hair.
“That sounds like a good idea, baby. I’m… sorry yesterday wasn’t what I hoped it would be.” It was the first apology she allowed, even when she knew she owed her daughter so much more. Kim still managed to force a smile, however begrudging.
“It’s okay,” Kim gave a halfhearted shrug. “I know you meant well. I just… don’t think me and Ron are going to be what you want.”
Ann frowned. “I just want you to be happy. You… know that, right? You know that’s all I ever wanted for you?” Despite her conviction, despite everything she’d done up to this point, Ann found herself needing to hear that her only daughter understood at least that much. Thankfully, Kim nodded her head rolling her eyes. But the smile teasing the edge of her lips was honest enough.
“I know, Mom.” She drawled in that bored tone teenagers adopted whenever they needed to reciprocate affection from their parents. Ann couldn’t help but giggle, relief lifting her cheeks into a real smile.
“I’ll get out of your hair. And don’t worry about your father. I remember what it’s like at your age and I don’t think James needs to know about your night, or the wine.” She swept away a fear Kim hadn’t even thought to consider, earning a groan of relief. The last thing Kim needed was her dad freaking out about his little girl’s virginity.
Ann stood from her daughter’s slumped figure moving casually towards the door, only to pause before taking the first step. Turning slowly, Kim was surprised to see something like fear in her mom’s eyes before she spoke. “I love you, Kim. So, so much. And I always will.”
The teenager blinked at the sudden strength of emotion. If this were any other situation, she would be worried her mother was sick or something. Taking a moment for their touching exchange, Kim just gave a stiff smile before returning the emotion. “I love you too, Mom.”
“Get some sleep, Baby. I’ll see you when you wake up.”
Kim watched her mother leave, slowly feeling a numbness settle in her chest. Everything about yesterday was so strange, so stressful. All she wanted to do was sleep and forget all about it. As soon as she woke up, she’d shower and clean her room, and there wouldn’t be anything left to remind her.
Sounding too good to be true, Kim groaned as she stood, letting the blanket fall from her grip as she stumbled nakedly towards her waiting bed. The bed Ron had been in only a few minutes ago.
She fell into its embrace with a wistful sigh. Hugging a pillow against her breasts, she could already feel her mind start to slip away when a nagging reminder kept her from falling over the edge into unconsciousness. Groaning softly, this issue was unfortunately too important to forget forcing her to stand and shuffle towards her dresser.
Opening the top drawer, she pulled out the hidden case of birth control while silently weeping with joy that she’d been smart enough to have already been on the pill before threats of pregnancy had ever been an issue. She opened the case and popped the pill without a second thought, taking solace in the knowledge that she wouldn’t need to worry about one consequence of her night.
She returned to the bed with a smile, doing nothing about the semen still pooling inside of her while the drug she thought would protect her actually opened her body wider than ever for the fertile missiles. She would drift away completely unaware of the already fertilized egg slowly drifting to implant itself against the wall of her womb. Where it would take root and start to grow for the next nine, long months.
Epilogue
To Kim’s credit, she didn’t allow what transpired that night to slow her down. In fact, after her nap, she seemed genuine in her desire just to let it go and forget the night had ever happened.
It wasn’t exactly ideal, obviously. And she wasn’t proud of what she’d done, no matter how drunk. But when it came down to it, losing her virginity wasn’t so large a loss. Embarrassing and slightly disappointing, but otherwise a small bump along the road of her life. Although, it didn’t make the clean up any more pleasant.
Besides sweeping up an obnoxious amount of rose petals and stripping her bed of everything not sown into the mattress, Kim made sure to spend an inordinate amount of time washing away the evidence of her night in the shower.
Stepping into the bathroom, she’d been horrified at her own reflection. As if the reminder of her hair wasn’t bad enough, her swollen lips and the number of bruises lining her neck and collar left her feeling even more strained than before. It all only made the picture of Ron on top of her that much clearer. But while she couldn’t do anything about her face or the hickies, she took comfort in knowing there was at least one physical memory she could scrub away.
She spent the majority of her time in the shower crouched down with her knees spread, scooping out finger after finger of cum from her sex.
Seeing for herself just how much was inside of her, she could only wonder how many times they’d actually fucked. It just kept coming, thick and white only to be washed away by the water’s spray falling overhead. In the end, she’d settled for turning the hand nozzle against her swollen lips to wash away the last of her shame.
What followed would be a series of thankfully peaceful and easy school days that teenagers were supposed to have. No more seizure-like bouts of pleasure rising up at the most inopportune times. No more lazy mornings spending hours on her back while she played with herself. Although, part of her couldn’t give up the idle pleasure of her vibrator quite so easily. But what had been an insatiable need had quelled to the occasional indulgence that she was allowed to enjoy, rather than fear.
The biggest surprise, it turned out, had been Ron. A week after the infamous evening, he’d finally approached her clearly trying to gauge her reaction. She’d been expecting this, of course, although that didn’t make the sudden anxiety in her belly any less sharp as soon as she was face to face with the boy who’d taken her virginity.
It… sucked, for lack of a better word, to suddenly find herself telling Ron that she needed space, or rather, that she didn’t want to see him for a while after doing what they’d done. But she’d already made up her mind that she couldn’t let her mistake give him hope, which is why she was so shocked when he just nodded his head. Rather than argue, he just replied that he understood and that he hoped maybe they could try hanging out again once they were settled at college.
Just like that. So easy. The maturity was unexpected, to say the least. But Kim wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth. Instead, she celebrated any chance at all for the opportunity to leave that night buried in the very back of her mind until it was forgotten completely.
By random coincidence, even missions had tapered off to a crawl. And for what seemed like the first time in her life, Kim was allowed just to be a teenager. To focus on school. To wonder about her future. To enjoy quiet mornings with her family. And before she knew it, two full months came and went before any abnormalities started to draw her attention. But as symptoms started to arise, Kim would quickly find her happy and carefree life coming to an end.
It started waking up to some slight nausea every other morning. Which was odd, but nothing to question too closely especially when it seemed like a slight flue was running through the Possible household. But with time, the queasy clenching of her stomach would grow in frequency and intensity until her new alarm clock became rushing to the bathroom so that she could throw up whatever was left of the last night’s dinner.
Stubborn in her own right, she didn’t mention her sickness to anyone until two full weeks of nonstop vomiting finally forced her to confront her mother. Who responded to the news… strangely. At least, Kim didn’t think it was normal for a Mom to smile when her daughter explains she’s spent the last half of a month sick to her stomach. But Ann didn’t seem worried in the least. Rather, she just said that she’d already been planning to make a doctor’s appointment and left it at that.
Kim chose not to think about the issue too much, just happy that she could get whatever medicine she needed to go back to a normal life. She would quickly learn, however, her’s was a sickness that would take quite a bit of time to pass.
The redhead sat in the doctor’s office sighing for what felt like the hundredth time that afternoon. Her mom sat beside her, flipping through one of the magazines left in the office while they both waited for the doctor to return with the blood results they’d just taken. She wasn’t exactly sure why they would need blood for a stomach bug, but her mom had insisted.
It was slightly annoying that it looked like the older woman knew what was going on but refused to tell her. Kim would have worried if not for the casual ease with which her mother relaxed in the seat beside her’s. Finally, the doctor returned, and with her, news.
Kim’s wide, expressive eyes didn’t react even as the doctor repeated the prognoses a second time. Despite this fact, she still found herself struggling to process what was being said to her, as though someone was trying to convince her that the earth had suddenly reversed orbit. Seeing the surprise on her face, Kim’s doctor sighed before explaining just what she’d found.
“Feel free to look at the chart,” the doctor offered, which Kim immediately snatched out of her hands. “Multiple tests are showing an elevated HCG count in your blood, Ms. Possible. Taking into account that you reported being sexually active in the last five months as well as your symptoms, there really is no other explanation than that you are simply pregnant.”
There it was again, that word that her brain refused to process. Her mother, on the other hand, was accepting the news with chilling ease. A fact that she confirmed as soon as the doctor fell silent.
“Just as I expected,” Ann hummed gayly. Just digging the thorn into Kim’s paw that much deeper. But when she turned around to glare at the older woman, her emotions were swirling too fast for her to even decide if she was angry. Ann just sighed.
“No…,” Kim muttered in a dazed tone before returning much more firm, “no! I mean, I can’t be… I’m not… I’m on the pill!” she all but demanded, as if she could convince the diagnosis away. But Ann just shook her head, placing a calming hand on her daughter’s shoulder.
“Kim…” she admonished, disappointed. “I’m sure you’ve been told no birth control is one hundred percent effective. There’s always a risk of an accident.” A fact that Kim intellectually understood. Or, at least, she’d thought she had. Suddenly falling silent, Ann looked from her daughter to the doctor with a patient smile.
“Doctor, my daughter seems to be having some trouble processing this wonderful news. There wouldn’t happen to be an available ultrasound that we could wheel in, would there? Maybe seeing the baby will help her acclimate.”
And suddenly, there was an ultrasound available. Just one of the perks of being a very, very well-established doctor in the very hospital they were visiting. Considering the rumors that Ann was on the fast track to being the hospital’s next chief of surgery, there weren’t many who were willing to tell her no.
Before Kim could so much as start to grasp the reality of something actually being alive inside of her body, she found herself being transferred to a new room where she was laid down on a table with her shirt pressed up to her breasts. Her bare stomach greeted the room as toned as ever, and not at all what one would think of when pregnancy came to mind. And yet, after a dollop of cold goo and a little bit of searching, a strange pulsing image appeared on the screen that was quickly identified as her… baby.
“Looks about ten or so weeks along,” her doctor identified, shifting the angle of the wand pressed against Kim’s stomach to get a better look. “The heartbeat looks strong; it seems to be developing well. Mhmm, as far as I can tell, it’s a perfectly healthy baby. Congratulations, Ms. Possible.” Regardless, of the fact that Kim felt anything but congratulatory. Ann was quick to jump in on the admiration.
“Oh, Kim…” the mother sighed wistfully, “she’s beautiful,” apparently having already decided that the small dot on the screen was a female. Holding her daughter’s hand, her eyes remained locked on the screen where Ann could see her first grandchild already started on the path to life. Honest tears looked to start to form in her eyes as emotions welled up from inside her heart.
“Would it be alright if we could get a picture to bring home? I’m sure Kim will want a keepsake.” Of course, Kim chose to remain silent. And would continue to do so long after the pair returned home.
Giving her some space, Ann pressed the polaroid of Kim’s unborn child into her hand before leaving her to lie down. Kim walked up to her room with slow steps; a numb and empty expression firmly fixed on her features as it had been ever since she looked at the heartbeat supposedly inside her belly.
Rather than keep arguing, or denying what should have been impossible, she’d simply fallen into an arctic silence.
It was only when she was finally alone, curled up on her bed with her favorite pandaroo wrapped in her arms, that she dared look again at the picture her mom had given her.
She… didn’t know what she was supposed to be feeling. She’d gone in thinking she had the flu and had walked out with a mountain of thoughts and fears she couldn’t even begin to process. Just knowing that this thing was inside of her made it impossible not to think of anything else. Unbidden, she found her hand naturally rising to cradle her womb.
It didn’t feel real. She didn’t want it to be. But no matter how much she wanted to deny this reality, that damned photo just stared back at her. Proof of a life inside of her that she didn’t even want. Suddenly, it felt like her body didn’t belong to her anymore. And it was the single most terrifying notion she’d ever experienced.
The tears finally sprang as she crumpled the picture into her fist, her other clutching at her stomach. And like a gate had been holding them back, all the emotion’s she’d been trying to process unleashed all at once until she was reduced to a clenched sobbing mess curled around a childhood toy.
Of course, sadness wasn’t the only emotion she had to deal with. The tears on her cheeks hadn’t even finished drying before she was on her feet, throwing her stuffed toy across the room as well as anything she could get her hands on. Namely pillows and bed sheets. She was like a large child throwing a tantrum, looking for any kind of outlet for the rage burning in her chest.
‘Why did this have to happen to me?’ she demanded. ‘I don’t want to have a baby!’ she swore. But no matter how much of her room was destroyed, it did nothing to change her situation. This lone fact was what finally calmed her down enough to stop. Panting and out of breath, she would start to express the regret in her heart the only way she knew how and once again fell into tears.
The constant pendulum between extreme feelings would continue until she finally exhausted herself, both emotionally and physically. But rather than feel better for getting everything out, she just felt empty.
She didn’t go to school that week. She didn’t even leave her room, preferring to sulk. Her mom was kind enough to bring up food whenever she could. Which Kim begrudgingly ate. It turned out, no matter how upset she might be, her body still demanded food like it was any other afternoon. It was beyond annoying having such a big appetite knowing she would most likely throw up half of it before the next morning.
Then, there was also the fact that everything she ate also went to… it, as she was quickly growing accustomed to calling the thing inside of her. Every bite just helped it to grow bigger inside her belly. Every second it just got closer to being a real live person. Most people might be awed by that fact, the miracle of life and all that. But Kim… Kim didn’t want it getting stronger. She just wanted it to go away. For everything to just go away. On the eighth day, however, it looked like her mom decided she’d sulked enough.
“Kim,” Ann muttered, rubbing a comforting hand on her daughter’s shoulder. “I know things seem… so big right now. But I promise you won’t always feel this way. You might not be able to see it now, but this is a good thing.” Her words were finally enough to earn a response as Kim’s red, puffy eyes turned to glare at her well-meaning parent.
“How?!” she stressed, “how can this be anything but horrible? I don’t want a baby, Mom. I’m not ready!” But Ann just smiled, turning wistful as she corrected her oldest.
“I wasn’t much older when you suddenly popped into my life, you know. And just like you, I felt like my entire life was over. I was terrified. Little did I know, you would turn out to be the greatest thing that ever happened to me. Children are a gift, Kim. And I know, as soon as you hold that baby in your arms, you’ll understand what I mean.” Unfortunately, Kim wasn’t so sure.
Her mom’s words were pretty, but the teenager wasn’t convinced. She didn’t want this baby. This wasn’t how her life was supposed to go. This had ruined everything, and there wasn’t anything she could do about it. She wasn’t like her mom. She couldn’t be a mother; maybe it just wasn’t in her. But it wasn’t like she had a lot of options.
“Mom,” the girl whimpered, still clutching her pandaroo like it was the only thing keeping her from falling apart. She was desperate. All she wanted was a way to escape this hell of a reality. And yet, even then, she couldn’t quite meet her mother’s eyes as she continued, “can’t we just… get rid of it? Please?” And suddenly, Ann’s comforting hand stilled on the small of Kim’s back.
Silence swelled in the small room, a kind of quiet that shouted in Kim’s mind as she waited for her mom’s outburst. She knew it wasn’t ideal, but it was still better than letting this stupid thing inside of her ruin her entire life. But Ann’s anger never came. Instead, her tone carried on as usual as she answered.
“you can…” she agreed, a hesitation in her tone that stopped Kim from feeling any relief. “That is, if you think you can live with that decision for the rest of your life.” And there it was, the guilt. “I won’t stop you; you’re an adult. I’ll even help pay for it if you make that decision. But something tells me that isn’t who you are. This is a baby we’re talking about, Kim. Not a thing to throw away, but a living baby. And an innocent life. Considering how much good you’ve done and how hard you’ve worked to protect that kind of life, well, let’s just say I would be surprised in you if it turned out you were capable of something so… selfish.”
It would have been kinder if the older woman just slapped the teenager across the face. Already curled in on herself, Kim’s clenched expression bore down even more as she struggled against her mom’s words.
Honestly, she hadn’t even been completely serious when she made the suggestion. Maybe part of her had just been looking for the comfort of a choice in what was happening. Thought, her face turned green as soon as her mom made it clear just what that choice would entail.
“T-Then what about adoption?” she tried again, desperately looking for any kind of out. It wasn’t ideal, of course. She would still need to have the baby, which would suck. But at least that would be the end of it. Of course, as silence once again fell between the two, Kim could already feel the rejection.
“That’s certainly another option,” Ann nodded her head. “I just can’t imagine how it would feel leaving a child to live their entire life feeling abandoned by their own parents. I suppose I would just ask you how you would feel if you’d grown up without your father and I?” Kim finally just went silent, downcast eyes set on the crumpled image of the ultrasound. She tried to find any semblance of maternal affection or love for the tiny dot, but it just wasn’t there.
It was Kim’s turn to go silent as she realized that there was no easy out of her situation. Not that she’d expected one, but still. It would have been nice.
Turning the photo face down, she buried her expression into the crown of her Cuddle Buddy, allowing it to soak up some more of the moisture collecting in her eyes as it had been for the past few days.
“This feels like a bad dream, and I just want to wake up. I want it to go away. I… I’m so scared.” And hearing the tears in Kim’s voice, Ann’s pretense fell away as she swept her little girl into her arms.
Kim latched onto the hug with all her strength, burying her face into her mother’s shoulder and sniffling against the desperation still dominating her thoughts. Ann petted her hair, letting her get it out of her system some before answering.
“I know things seem dark right now, Kim. But I also know you’re strong enough to get through this. Because I was strong enough, and you’re already so much more wonderful than I could have ever hoped to be. Just remember that you aren’t alone. And that you have so many people that love you and want to help you. Me, your father, even your brothers.” Then, hesitating, she not so subtly snuck in, “and… don’t forget about Ronald either.”
Kim sucked in a sharp breath, pulling her face from her mom’s shoulder to show a fearful expression. Ron… she hadn’t even thought of him. But technically the baby was just as much his as it was hers. As if her life wasn’t complicated enough, now she had to deal with the fact that she also had to tell her best friend that he’d knocked her up after a night of drunken debauchery. God, could they be any more teenager?!
“Ron still doesn’t know,” the teen breathed, her face breaking at the realization. Oh God, so much for trying not to lead him on! It kind of didn’t get much more intimate than having a baby with another person. How the hell was she going to tell him when she couldn’t even say the words to herself? “What am I gonna do?” the teen lamented. To which Ann was quick to answer.
“Well, I’m fairly sure there’s only one thing you can do.” And when Kim’s brow drew up in confusion, Ann’s hand slipped up her daughter’s lap to cup the still flat space above the unborn child. “Don’t you think that a child has the right to have both parents love and take care of them?” And just like that, all of Kim’s sorrow was replaced by incredulity.
“Wait,” the teen shook her head. “are you saying that me and Ron should, like, get married?” The way she said the word seemed more akin to an execution or genocide than the simple matter of matrimony. And Ann couldn’t help but laugh at just how taken aback her child was by the idea.
“Would that be so bad?” she prompted to no avail. Kim’s wide eyes and horror-stricken features seemed to think, yes. Yes, it would. Remaining silent in her disbelief, Ann continued in the same motherly tone.
“Oh Kim, I know you don’t exactly love him.” To which Kim rightfully snorted with indignation. Ann continued as though she didn’t hear her. “However, I think it’s about time you understood that you need to start thinking about more than just yourself. Whether you like it or not, your life isn’t just your own anymore. And you need to start thinking about what would be better for the baby. That’s all that matters anymore.” Kim’s wide expression finally crumbled at that, fear taking its place
‘My life really is over,’ she thought, finally coming to the realization that she no longer had the luxury of living just for herself. It was a sobering moment and one that only proved to crush her spirit that much more.
Things like fighting crime, traveling the world… G.J., oh god, it was all ruined. One stupid mistake and everything was just gone. Well, not everything. And remembering Ron, the teenage girl quickly curled back into her mom’s shoulder.
“I don’t even know what I’m going to say to him,” she mumbled, just loud enough to reach her mother’s ears. “What if he doesn’t even want to stick around!” she continued with a gasp.
After all, how many teenage dads did? Suddenly, she wasn’t sure what idea she hated more. Marrying Ron or being forced to take care of this new life all on her own. She didn’t love him… or even really like him. At least, not in that way. But there was definitely a comfort in knowing that there would be someone else who understood what she was going through. Who she could rely on. Who she had been relying on for years to watch her back.
After a few moments of silence, Kim realized her mom hadn’t answered her and glanced up. A new kind of foreboding started in her gut as soon as she saw her mom’s expression. A nauseous mix of hesitancy and… guilt? Suddenly, the teenager was pulling away, her face cautious as she broached her mother’s response. “Mom,” she started slowly, “what did you do?” Ann’s only answer was to smile apologetically.
“I may have already told him,” was her response. One that left Kim feeling as though a trap door had suddenly fallen out from under her.
“He has a right to know!” The older woman defended herself seeing Kim’s exaggerated expression. “And I knew how much you would struggle with it if I just left it alone. You’d already be on the delivery table before he found out if you had it your way.” Kim’s anger was diminished somewhat as she realized that she couldn’t actually argue with her mother’s reasoning.
It had taken her over four years to so much as reject him. How long would she have put off something like this? At least this way she got to avoid the shock, the fear, maybe even the anger if Ron was capable of something like that. If anything, she was kind of grateful she got to avoid the entire ordeal. Of course, that didn’t mean she wasn’t still annoyed her mother hadn’t so much as asked her before going forward. But it did solve one of her issues.
“I guess I should probably meet with him then, huh?” she tried to do the mature thing. But when her mother’s answer was silence once again, all Kim wanted to do was cry.
“I’m so glad you feel that way,” Ann did her best to sound cheerful, as though a bright tone would lessen the impact of her next words. “Because I may have already invited him over.” Yep, it was exactly as bad as Kim had feared. Ann smiled brightly.
“Now?! I meant, like, in a week, or two when I actually had the chance to know what I wanted to say to him! What am I supposed to do now?” Lucky for her, her mom had just the answer. Unluckily, it probably wasn’t one that Kim wanted to hear.
Her first clue that it was bad was her mom reaching out to place a hand on her cheek. The older woman’s eyes were suddenly very serious, none of the playful joy from before reaching her bright blue eyes. Kim couldn’t help but fall into the same mentality, sobering immediately. Finally, her mom answered, though Kim wished she hadn’t.
“Sleep with him,” was the older woman’s advice. Nearly doubling over, Kim’s eyes looked ready to pop out of her skull at the complete turn the topic had taken. But her mom could only be described as serious, leaving Kim to grasp at her reasoning.
“What are you even talking about?” Kim demanded. “Isn’t that kind of how I got in this trouble in the first place?” Her sarcasm could have stopped a blade. Thankfully, Ann seemed more inclined to smile when she answered.
“Well,” the mother gave a wry expression, “it’s not like you can get more pregnant, right?” Unfortunately, she wasn’t able to get the laugh she was fishing for. Not even a smile. And collecting herself, Ann settled back into a nurturing tone as she began to stroke her daughter’s cheek with her thumb.
“Kimmie, I know it seems extreme, but try and think about the future. You don’t love Ron now, but he’s a wonderful young man who thinks the world of you and I know he’ll love your baby with all the heart in his body. There are worse men you could have been stuck with. I really think you should do your best to give a relationship with him a real shot. Both for yourself and your baby.”
“You can either force yourself into a loveless marriage that does nothing but make everyone unhappy, or you can put your best foot forward and make the most of the situation. Wither you like it or not, he’s going to be a part of your and your baby’s life. The only question is, how selfish are you to not even try to make it a good life?
Ann left her daughter like that to stew with her words, offering no more guidance. Kim spent the entire time curled up on her bed with her stuffed animal deep in thought as she wrung her hands against each other. Unfortunately, Ron was already on his way. And after only an hour to consider her options, a knock on the door announced her baby’s daddy’s arrival.
She didn’t answer, and Ron waited a handful of seconds before opening the door anyway. Face pressed into her stuffed animal, Kim was surprised to find she was actually afraid to see his expression. Be it one of joy or pain.
Staring at her hunched figure for a few moments, the young man eventually made his choice and walked towards the bed to sit down on the cushioned edge. Despite herself, Kim still found herself flinching back.
“How are you?” His tone was muted. Kim played with her toy’s foot for a few minutes before answering in the same mood.
“Been better,” she tried, honestly. Ron just nodded his head, his face reserved as he kept his expression facing forward.
“Would it help if I said I was sorry?” There was some stress in his tone, some exhaustion. Clearly, he’d been spending quite a bit of time considering the wonderful news. At the very least, he didn’t seem angry. Which the young woman finally realized was foolish to even consider. However, in his lack of rage, she found her own temper rising. And Kim couldn’t help but feel bitterness at his attempt.
“A little late for that,” she chuckled without any amusement making her words sound more biting than she’d intended. It was his turn to flinch back, casting a hurt wince towards his lap as he hung his head.
Kim couldn’t help but regret her words. No matter how much she wanted to blame anyone else for their current predicament, as mad as she wanted to be, blaming Ron wouldn’t do anything to help either of them.
“I-I’m sorry,” she immediately followed. “Really, I didn’t mean that. I’m just so….” She didn’t finish, letting Ron fill in the blank with whatever he felt like. She was sure whatever it was, he must be feeling something similar. “I fucked up just as much as you.”
Silence followed urging Kim to finally glance towards her friend’s mood. And part of her was shocked to see him… oddly serious in the way he carried himself. For a guy so, well, goofy, she partially expected him to be out of his mind with panic. And, while not exactly calm, he actually seemed more put together than herself. A fact that was bizarrely comforting.
Still staring ahead, the quiet came to a stop as he turned to meet her green eyes, the words he’d been building up the courage to get out finally at the tip of his tongue.
He started with a sigh. “Kim… Kim, I haven’t forgotten about what you told me the night we… That is, I know even though we slept together you still don’t return my feelings. And that this isn’t exactly what you want. That I’m not what you want.” Kim almost looked down at that, wanting to refute the words while knowing that she couldn’t. However, the intensity of his words stopped her, bidding her to stay focused on his expression as he continued.
“But Kim, I just need you to know that no matter how you feel, I still love you. And I’m not going to run away from this.” Finally, the confession he’d never been allowed to say.
Kim balked at the emotion in his words, her wide eyes blinking in an attempt to grasp the situation. Her mouth opened but no sound came out, unable to decide what she wanted to say. Eventually, Ron turned his body to face her and reached out to take her hand in his, continuing before she had the chance to reject him.
“I know,” he continued, a pitiful attempt at a grin pulling at the edge of his freckled cheeks, “I know I’m not the most handsome guy out there, and I know that you deserve someone… so much better than me. But… I hope you’ll forgive me when I say that I’m still selfish enough that I want to prove to you that you can love me someday, if I work hard enough. To show you that I can make you happy.”
“You may not believe me or you might not even care, but let me just tell you that I… I want this. The situation could be better, and I’ll admit I’m still more than a little freaked out, but I want this. I want you. And I even want this baby. I want the chance to be a good dad. But even more than that, I want the chance to give this baby a good life. The best I can give it. And… I honestly feel like the best way to start that is if we can raise it together.”
“I guess, despite everything and knowing that I fall short, I’m asking if there’s even a chance for us to try and make something work between us? If not for each other, then just for our baby? I know if you give me the chance, I can even show you that I’ll even be a great… husband.”
Ron’s intense gaze softened ever so slightly as he put on a more pathetic expression. By this point, Kim’s eyes couldn’t so much as blink as even her breath remained frozen in her chest.
“That said,” he continued, somber, “I don’t want to force you to do anything. If you’d rather go it alone, I’d understand. I mean, if anyone’s strong enough, I know it’s you.”
Despite herself, Kim couldn’t help but feel her pulse quicken at the way he was staring at her. It should be so easy to brush his words aside, to disregard them as the weightless promises teenage boys so easily made. But there was an undeniable… maturity in his demeanor that the young woman found impossible not to notice. And really, for all his faults, when had Ron ever broken a promise to her?
There had been too much going on for her to notice right away, first dealing with the fallout of their date and then her sudden condition. But… she missed her best friend. She missed Ron, more than she’d ever thought she would. And after dealing with all of that on her own and now having him so near, she couldn’t deny the comfort she found in his familiar brown eyes.
No, she didn’t love him. And part of her seriously wondered if she ever would. But… she could count on him. He’d never done anything to make her feel otherwise. And if she needed to raise this baby, maybe that could be enough for them? Maybe that kind of life didn’t have to be so bad? And with the alternative being going through all of this on her own, she knew the decision she was going to make.
Kim’s eyes remained locked with Ron’s as she thought about his words, hardly blinking as she absorbed Ron’s sincerity. In return, the blond boy seemed resigned to stay silent, waiting for his friend to make a decision. Finally, breaking the eye contact to glance down at her lap, when she peeked up through her lashes she offered the only answer she could give.
“I… I’ll try,” she whispered, offering the smallest of nods. “I promise, I promise to try my best to… make it work.” It was so small a thing. Little more than a wish for a wish. But as Ron’s grin stretched across his face in an impossibly wide smile, Kim felt like she’d just promised him the world. The moment lasted only a moment before his expression shrank ever so slightly followed by his face slowly drifting towards hers.
To his credit, he didn’t immediately press his lips against hers. Rather, he took his time, carefully watching his friend’s reaction and giving her every opportunity to pull away. Kim remained frozen, every muscle in her body locking up as she realized what he was trying to do.
A part of her couldn’t help but rebel against the idea of letting Ron get so close. But she resisted pulling away, forcing herself to stay still and to allow him the affectionate gesture.
She understood that he would stop if she told him too. She trusted that if she said that she needed more time that he would give it. But… she’d promised to try, and she knew if she pushed him away now, she would never be able to work up the nerve to try again, to see him as anything more than a friend.
It was still awkward, and she found her stomach rolling slightly at the sensation of his hand settling on her hip. But tilting her face and allowing him to deepen the embrace encouraged something close to pleasure.
His lips were soft, and he was gentle in the way he held her. And more than anything else, Kim could feel how much this boy cherished her. It was why, when he finally pulled back, an anxious question in his gaze, that she found herself nodding her head and allowing him to lower her back against her bed, her mother’s words echoing in her mind.
This was going to be her future, after all. She might as well do her best to get used to it now. Kim mused on this to distract herself from watching Ron start to slowly urge her pajama bottoms down her hips and legs.
As if she had any choice…
xXx
Sex, as it turned out, was… different then Kim had imagined. Face currently pressed against Ron’s chest, her new boyfriend, fiancé, whatever was currently fast asleep after a solid hour of showing her just how he’d knocked her up the first time.
It had certainly been embarrassing letting him see so much of her. All of her, really. But he actually hadn’t stared as much as she’d feared, which she had greatly appreciated. The last thing she wanted to see hovering above her was his brown eyes stretched wide and devouring every inch of her. Although, that might just be because he’d already gotten his eyeful the first time around.
It had also felt better than she’d expected… a lot better. Her face still burned remembering some of the noises she’d made when Ron had somehow managed to make her cum.
It was so much more different from how it felt on her own. Just the heat and weight of another person’s body on top of her made everything so much more. It had actually felt nice to have someone to cling to when she’d eventually been pushed over the edge.
Semen was still definitely gross, though. Her nose curled thinking about how it had felt when he’d burst inside of her.
Technically, she hadn’t actually told him not to; which she should have definitely expected considering how they got into this mess. But besides a slightly cool sensation on the inside of her thigh, it wasn’t so bad if she just didn’t let herself think about what was leaking out of her.
He even seemed to smell better than she remembered, lacking almost all of the musky cheese scent that she used to remember catching from his clothes. It was a welcomed improvement which she tested once again pressing her nose into his shoulder. And in the end, that was all she could really say about it all.
It… wasn’t bad.
For what felt like the hundredth time, she peeked up at his sleeping face, once again wondering if she would ever actually love him. And after letting the question nag at the back of her mind for a few moments, she finally closed her eyes deciding that it didn’t really matter. Even if she didn’t ever develop real feelings for him, getting stuck with your best friend for life might not be the worst thing in the world. She could at least take comfort in knowing he’d always be there for her. Which, as it turned out, meant more than she’d ever thought.
At the very least, it was enough to get her up and out of her room. Knocked up or not, there was still a good few months left of school, and Kim’s mother made it clear that she was still expected to graduate.
Suddenly, she was back in class filling out worksheets and getting assigned homework like nothing had changed. It was nice, as it turned out. And Kim quickly found the familiar pattern comforting in a time when nothing seemed to make sense. If she let herself, she could even forget about her condition for a few hours every day. A gift that seemed more precious than anything the girl had experienced in life.
And that’s how Kim found herself living out her days. Struggling under the weight of this thing inside of her while living for the brief moments of her day where she was allowed to just be a teenager in high school.
Unfortunately, even she wasn’t strong enough to power through all the milestones she would find herself approaching. And these would be the moments that hit her particularly hard. For lack of a better word, depressions that even her mom and Ron couldn’t pull her out of right away.
Prone to fall in and out, the first serious interruption in her life started when she first started to show. Fit her entire life, when a defined bump started to form from between her hips she immediately noticed.
Suddenly, nothing could distract her from the fact that her body was no longer hers. And the constant reminder of her pregnancy took its toll. Suddenly, she couldn’t go outside in her tank tops and belly shirts. Rather, her wardrobe was restricted to hoodies and jackets, a fact that wasn’t missed by the majority of the school given enough time.
Compounding this fact with her abrupt and sudden departure from the cheerleading squad, it was impossible for rumors not to spread. Especially when facilitated by a certain tanned brunet all too eager to bring the past cheer captain down a few pegs. True or not, no one seemed to actually care as vicious and merciless as only teenagers could be.
Kim stayed home from school a whole week during that period of her life, spending days just laying in bed staring at the subtle rise of her belly while her fingers ran up and down the intrusive shape.
The next period of darkness came as soon as it was time to legalize her and Ron’s marriage. Having turned eighteen and finally finished with her last year of school, her mother had insisted that there was no reason to put it off any longer; and that it would be for the best if they went through with things before Kim could no longer fit into her dress.
Of course, not everyone was as excited as the older woman to see the two young adults get together, and most were even less happy finding out why.
Kim had the mercy of allowing her mother to tell James not long after they themselves found out about the wonderful news. While Ron was forced to bear the message himself, explaining to his parents how he’d knocked up his best friend before they’d even graduated high school.
Not surprisingly, Kim’s father had responded the most negatively to the news, daring and planning deep space missions for nearly a month before a different shift in his life luckily demanded his attention. The only solace to be found was that his anger seemed to be focused on Ron who he blamed entirely on Kim’s situation, leaving an awkward and disappointed demeanor towards his only daughter.
When the idea of the marriage was finally brought up, he’d been talked into giving his blessing. Although, if his face and tone were any clues to his real emotions when he’d talked to the young man who’s impregnated his little girl, it was clear he found Ron nothing short of lacking in terms of his compatibility with his child.
Ron’s dad was equally disappointed, although anger never really rose up in his smaller frame. A quiet man and prone to thoughtfulness, he’d reacted by ushering Ron up into his office where he asked questions about Ron’s future, and Ron did his best to answer. And as soon as he learned that his son did intend to take responsibility and even had a future career planned out to help support his new family, the older Jewish man relented somewhat in his disapproval.
In the end, all he’d been able to manage was to wish his son the best of luck and to wish for his happiness where it could be found.
It was Ron’s mother that ended up having the most surprising reaction. To put it simply, the tall blonde woman was ecstatic at the news of her son’s first child. She made sure to put up a front of the disapproving parent telling her son that she was disappointed and that she raised him to be more responsible than that. But even then, she hadn’t even been able to keep the smile off her face.
It certainly helped that his mom loved Kim, almost more than her son himself, it seemed. Suffice to say, she was as eager to see her first grandchild as Kim’s own mother. And it would be the two of them working together that would eventually set everything up for the special day. Leaving Kim to simply sit and watch the date grow ever closer.
When it was months away, she’d been nervous, but it was still easy to brush it off as something to think about later. Then months turned to weeks, and she found herself getting fitted for her dress and watching her mother run around on the phone planning a photographer and caterer and everything suddenly felt more real. It was finally when her weeks turned to days, and her wedding dress was hung up in her closet, and an engagement ring was fit firmly around her finger that she’d finally shut down, the fact that she was marrying Ron as terrifying as it was sudden.
She hadn’t expected the cold feet, even if she knew she hadn’t been totally sold yet on the idea of tying herself to Ron for the rest of her life. For a while, she’d even gotten used to his presence when he’d come to visit every so often. Most of the time, they just hung out like they’d used to. Playing games, watching tv or movies, helping each other with homework, along with a few odd dates to mix things up. Although, sometimes their interactions would be more… physical.
Now that they were dating, it was only natural for Ron to lean in for a kiss every now and then, to want to touch her body. Even to have sex with her when Kim allowed it. And to his credit, when she pushed him away, he never pressed the issue. Not that Kim did so often.
As strange as it was for a woman so brave, part of her felt almost afraid to refuse him when he wanted to get more intimate lest it ruin the tenuis relationship they’d somehow pieced together.
When her stomach started to swell, she’d actually hoped the growth would disgust him, or at least dissuade him from climbing on top of her so often. But that turned out to be the opposite of what happened, for whatever strange, bizarre reason. As her belly continued to grow, Ron almost seemed to become more aroused by her, always eager to see as much of her swelling body as she allowed. A prospect she tried not to dwell on often.
And after a while, everything seemed barrable. Until it wasn’t. She spent that week curled up in her bed, terrified out of her mind at the prospect of being married so young, and the pain of her future suddenly closing around her. But when it was time to walk down the aisle, her mother made sure she was dressed and made up to go, going so far as to remind Kim that this, like everything in her life now, was for the baby’s future.
In the end, she’d walked down the aisle, she’d let Ron slide the ring down her finger and even managed a hesitant; “I do,” when prompted. And that night, she experienced her honeymoon, staring up at the boy who she’d known her entire life realizing that it would be the face she stared up at for the rest of it, as well.
It had been very nice of her mother to gift her and Ron the trip as a wedding gift. After all, how many teenage brides got to spend the days after their weddings enjoying sunny beaches and clear blue water? Unfortunately, for Kim, the picturesque and exotic sights only proved to further remind her of the adventures she’d no longer get to enjoy.
No more tropical jungles before calculus. No more arctic expeditions. Not even just an out of state adventure. For the perceivable future, this was going to be her last adventure until her life was nothing but dirty diapers and sleepless nights. And still, somehow, she managed to pull herself back together in time to enjoy at least some of the time away from home.
Depression aside, the resort was beautiful. And while her stomach drew more attention than she would have liked at the beach, Ron’s constant attentiveness and drive to attend to her needs made it hard not to want to feel hopeful. Though, she still wasn’t able to look at him or the ring on her finger and think of him as her husband.
Once again, she was helpless but to accept her situation and allow herself to be swept up in the flow of time that her life had become. Unfortunately, even this wouldn’t be the worst she would face before the baby was born. And her last and worst fall would come with all the warning of an avalanche.
Not that it should have been unexpected. Honestly, Kim wasn’t sure what she had been expecting when she just put it out of her mind time and time again.
Perhaps she thought, so long as she never addressed it, she could somehow manage to correct the events of her life in a way that would allow her dream to remain intact.
Or, perhaps, she’d known all along what had been taken from her and simply wanted to pretend it was still in her grasp, for comfort if nothing else. In the end, her reasoning didn’t really matter as she found the same ending staring her right in the face.
The message on her Kimmunicator was simple if a bit blunt. Never the less, five simple words somehow manage to damage her more than all the fights and accident’s she’d encountered on missions put together.
“Our offer has been rescinded.”
Just like that. Without so much as a phone call to tell her in person. Rationally, Kim had understood what this pregnancy meant. That there was no way she could still be a part of G.J. and have a baby. But seeing the words for herself, feeling that path of her life become suddenly torn away, it left something jagged and torn across the pulsing muscle of her heart.
Finally, the last strings of Kim’s hope were cut, leaving her as something of a doll, completely unable to move or feel or want.
She laid in bed for an entire month afterward. When people visited, she didn’t say anything, just laying on her side and petting the now swollen curve of her belly. In the end, she wouldn’t respond to anything. Not until Ann came up one day, laying out a tray of food as she’d grown used to doing. But when Kim moved to begrudgingly eat, beneath the plate, she found a brochure for Upperton college medical program.
“Please remember, Kim. There is more than one way to be a hero. To help people.” Ann stood for another moment at the door, before gently closing it behind her.
Kim would spend the next hour curled around her swollen stomach before a hesitant hand finally reached out for the pamphlet. And upon opening the folded paper, her listless gaze would only dim as the young woman finally gave up resisting and simply accepted what her life had become.
Time moved much faster after her… compromises, mercifully without any more milestones to cross. With an application and acceptance from Upperton University, a wedding band around her finger, and her future all set out for her, all she had left was to see her baby through to the end.
It happened just when she thought her stomach couldn’t get any bigger. One evening the wet sensation of her water breaking quickly ushered into being what would be a very exciting twenty-four hours. A long birth, contractions would start at six in the evening and wouldn’t pick up until late the next morning. A period of time in which Kim grew to understand the meaning of the word pain. Finally, after twelve long hours, labor was allowed to begin. And nine months of planning and pain was finally about to end.
“Push! Kim, I’m telling you it’s time to push. Please, you need to try!” The doctor between Kim’s legs did her best to shout above the sound of Kim’s pained moans. Unfortunately, despite her insistence, the young woman was unable to summon the strength to continue fighting. A weakness never before seen in the teenage hero. Compared to all the battle wounds, compared to everything she’d faced, to think that childbirth would be the thing that finally overwhelmed her. But after so much pain for so long, she simply had nothing left to give.
The contraction ended allowing a brief window of relief, however small. Kim’s clenched expression fell slack as her head dropped back onto the flat surface of the hospital pillow that had been stuffed beneath her neck. When her eyes opened, they appeared desperate in the fear of knowing that her ordeal wasn’t over. Her mother’s face appearing overhead only further compounded this fact along with the steady pressure of the older woman’s hand clasping her own.
“You’re doing so good baby, you’re doing so good,” Ann did her best to sound soothing. “It’s almost over, okay? I promise, you’re almost there, and you’ll see that everything’s been worth it. I just need you to give one last big push when the doctor says. Is that okay? Can you do that for me?” But in answer, all Kim could offer was the weakest glare her tired muscles could manage. An expression Ann was more than used to as she continued to push her daughter.
From the moment her Kim’s water had broken, and through the long night it had taken to even get this far, she hadn’t left Kim’s side adamant in supporting the frightened young woman throughout the ordeal of childbirth.
Standing on the other side of the bed, a much more terrified Ron took Kim’s other hand looking more frightened and gaunt as Kim’s pain continued. But that was fine because he was still fulfilling his role as Kim’s husband just by being there.
It was up to Ann to be the pillar that supported her daughter. Which is why she would keep telling the younger redhead to push, and she wouldn’t let her give up, no matter how much Kim wanted to glare and hate her for it.
“Get ready,” the doctor’s voice warned. And it was the only warning the teen hero received before another wracking, clenching pain wracked her midsection forcing her to lift back up contorting around her swollen belly.
“Now, Kim! Push!” Her mom ordered. At the same time, both her and Ron’s hand clenched around Kim’s straining grip, offering what little support they could. It was at that moment, mustering up all the energy she didn’t have, that she bared down for the last time successfully pushing the screaming infant out of her body and into the world.
A flurry of activity followed as the doctor and nurses began to scurry about doing all that they needed to clean and prep the newborn baby. Said child welcomed its new existence with an ear-splitting wail; a tiny red-skinned creature that writhed and kicked the entire time the medical staff did their best to wipe away the remaining goo still clinging to its body. It was only after that it was wrapped in a soft pink blanket that the infant began to quiet, disquieted moans continuing in the alien space of reality.
Amidst the chaos, Kim and her support remained fixed in place as the pair responsible for the outcome fussed and exclaimed over the exhausted young woman. For all their congratulations and excitement, however, Kim’s sweat-stained face remained dazed in the relief of having finally finished with the pain. Her half-lidded eyes didn’t even bother to focus on the small bundle of blankets suddenly drifting back in her direction.
“Oh… Kim…” Her mom’s voice, which had been so sure and confident throughout their entire ordeal, finally broke as tears threatened the corners of her eyes. And when Kim didn’t move to lift her arms to accept the bundle of joy, Ann quickly interceded, wrapping the baby in her arms as she stared lovingly down at her first grandchild.
Choked on her own emotions, the older woman didn’t say anything, choosing instead to stare down at the red-faced baby until finally, she managed, “she’s beautiful…!”
Suddenly Ron was beside her, just as amazed if not in awe as he finally had the chance to look down at the fussing baby in his mother in law’s arms. His wide expression spoke clearly of just how large an impact it made seeing his child for the first time and knowing that it was his.
All the plotting, all the schemes, and all the lies, everything that he and Ann had done had led to the creation of this tiny, tiny person. And somehow, it actually made it all seem worth it. After all, how could the creation of something so incredible, so pure, be anything but right?
After another few minutes drifting in and out of consciousness, a bleary-eyed Kim finally took notice of the room around her. Inevitably, her eyes drifted over to her husband and mother and the life she’d just created. Although, focusing on her newborn baby, her blank expression did nothing to lift. Even as her family noticed her attention and moved the shift the bundle so she could get a better look, her flushed sweat-stained features hardly so much as flinched.
“Kim,” Ann started, still holding back tears of joy, “would you like to meet your daughter?” Unfortunately, if she was expecting a response, joyful or otherwise, the mother would only find disappointment.
Not even blinking an eye at the cold reception, the grinning grandmother didn’t hesitate to carefully lean over, shifting the precious package until it lay gently in its mother’s lap. Cradled awkwardly in an unsure attempt at holding the large head.
How had her mom put it, again? That, as soon as she held her baby that everything would just… click. That all her fears would go away? All doubts? And that, most importantly, she would see that all the pain was worth it and that she would finally understand what it was like to love something more than you thought your body capable of?
Kim’s eyes scanned the scrunched face of her infant in search of any motherly affection Ann had promised, idly taking note of the division of features she found all too familiar between her and Ron. His round nose. Her pale complexion. His freckles. And her round face. What little hair there was sticking out the top of her head seemed to be a strange combination of the two, coming off a unique strawberry blond.
She was actually… beautiful, her mom had been right. The perfect blend between her and her best friend turned husband.
“you did great,” Ron shuffled closer to the bed, leaning against the frame close enough so that he could wrap an arm around her shoulder. Pressed together and staring down at their child, suddenly the two young adults seemed the perfect young couple whose lives had just started.
Kim looked up in response, a tight smile pinching her lips as she turned from her daughter’s face to the unbridled joy of Ron’s smile, and then to her own mother standing proudly just a few feet away. She looked at all three of them, face etched in a way that seemed far too stressed before she turned the attempt at a gentle expression back on her daughter, sighing a gentle breath.
She was surrounded by so much love. Family, friends, and now her very own child born of her own blood and body. It wasn’t the life she’d imagined for herself, but it was one cherished by thousands of young women before her. Yes, she should be thankful for the gifts life had given her. And yet, staring down into her now sleeping child’s face, Kim’s heart only sank as she found… numbness that she could only hope to hide behind a forced smile.
Her hand reached out to touch the soft skin of her daughter’s cheek allowing her to appreciate the impossibly soft texture. Closing her eyes, her pinched lips widened in a grimace of a smile as she pretended to share the moment with her husband and mother. It’s how her face would remain even as she turned back towards her daughter, silently praying for the last time, ‘Please… please, just let me wake up…’
But she never would, even as a tear rolled down the grin she was forced to wear as she stared down at the creature that had ruined her life, pretending to feel anything other than contempt.
XxX
Ann possible hummed to herself, particularly pleased with the current moment as she gently rocked back and forth with Kim’s daughter in her arms while Kim enjoyed her well-earned rest not even five feet away. Of course, the new grandmother was more than happy to look after the little girl.
The youngest Possible was thankfully fast asleep, it's clenched and wrinkled expression adorably lack as it soaked in the comfort of another person. The familiar weight of a baby in her arms only increased the mother’s joy as she recognized the satisfaction stirring in her breast.
The tender moment was broken momentarily by the sound of the door slowly drifting open.
A young nurse poked her head in, apparently checking in on her patients. Seeing Kim fast asleep curled up on her side, she seemed satisfied and about to move on when the motion of Ann’s rocking drew her attention. Staring for a moment, recognition quickly flashed across her face before she gingerly opened the door wide enough to step inside and excitedly approach the older Possible.
“Dr.-. Or, I guess it’s Chief Possible now, isn’t it? I just wanted to congratulate you again on your promotion. I’m sure you know we can’t wait to have you back after your leave.” Ann’s answering smile was polite as she turned to look up and acknowledge the young woman.
She’d been getting a lot of attention ever since the good news had been announced to the rest of the hospital. Ann was proud of her accomplishments, of course, but in the face of other accomplishments as of late, something as simple as her job paled in comparison. Rather than voice this fact, however, she simply turned her kind expression towards the young woman and responded the way she’d done for everyone else who’d approached her.
“Thank you.” But then her attention was back on the sleeping baby in her arms.
Following the direction of Ann’s gaze, the nurse’s eyes widened ever so slightly. “Oh! Is that your,” she hesitated for a moment before tenuously continuing, “granddaughter?” thankfully Ann’s polite smile widened greatly as true pride finally shown in her eyes. “She’s beautiful!” the nurse quickly gushed in relief. This time she didn’t bother looking up, but still answered all the same.
“Yes, she certainly is.” The warmth in her tone could have melted chocolate. It was impossible not to return the emotion as the nurse felt her expression turning tender at the scene.
Ann appeared as the perfect doting grandmother, swollen with emotion at the sight of her first grandchild. New chief of surgery or not, it was a distinctly humanizing moment even for the brand-new employee who couldn’t help but look up to the amazing woman.
“Your daughter must be so happy to finally have her baby.”
“Oh, she is,” was Ann’s answer, too casual to seem out of place despite an almost awkward pause. “she’s just tired after such a long birth. As soon as she gets her energy back, I’m sure she’ll never want to put this little delight down.” The corner of her eyes crinkled ever so slightly as a muted chuckle rolled free.
This was, of course, technically true. Or, at least, that’s what Ann adamantly insisted on telling herself. It was slightly worrying that Kim hadn’t so much as tried to look at her child after getting the chance to hold it for the first time. But that would change in time. Her little girl just needed a little time to adjust to the mentality of a mother. She would see her blessings soon enough. After all, how could anyone help but love such a beautiful baby!
The grandmother found herself cooing at the child before she could think to stop herself.
The nurse couldn’t help but wince. She hadn’t been in the room to help, but the whole hospital had been aware when Dr. Possible’s daughter had been admitted. Thankfully, despite its length, the actual delivery had gone without serious issue to either the new mom or her child. There had actually been some confusion when the call had come in, concerning… well-.
The nurse fidgeted nervously, unsure if she should voice the next question on her mind. But Ann’s kindness comforted the young woman even as her eyes drifted down the older doctor’s body.
“You… must be fairly excited yourself,” she finally ventured. It was impossible not to sound nervous, especially as she found herself unable to look away from the large, round stomach growing out of the famous doctor.
Her eyes were unintentionally wide as she continued, “I can’t even imagine, a new baby right around the same time as your oldest. What are the chances?” The young woman giggled, nervously anxious to see if she’d offended the woman. Thankfully, after an exaggerated sigh, Ann simply patted her swollen abdomen hidden beneath a warm woolen sweater.
“Oh, I don’t think anyone was as surprised as I was,” Ann’s chuckle was honest as she began to rub the child growing in her body. “But these things tend to happen when we’re least expecting it at times. I think both me and my daughter learned that lesson as of late. But at least this beautiful girl will have a friend growing up.” She smiled at her grandchild. “Honestly, I think my husband was the most surprised.” She offered another giggle at the memory. “But he’ll start to calm down as soon as the baby’s born. He always does.”
“Shouldn’t be long now. I’m almost surprised you weren’t in the next bed over right along with your daughter.” The nurse’s eyes continued to unintentionally marvel at the bulge. “you guys must have conceived in a week of each other.” She shook her head.
Ann’s answer was a gentle hum. “Something like that…”
“Do you know the gender?” the nurse perked up, clearly eager for the news. But the older woman shook her head, eyes still trained on the baby in her arms while her hand caressed the one still inside her body.
“No, we want it to be a surprise. Though,” her eyes crinkled ever so slightly as she finally looked back up to show an eager expression. “I think a girl would be nice.” She seemed to find the idea especially pleasing, allowing a full grin to curl the corners of her mouth.
FIN~

A/N: A few of you might be wondering why I wrote this chapter the way I did. Obviously, it doesn’t really fit with the “sexy” tone of the rest of the story that most of you enjoyed. And, if I’m being honest, it might have been better to just leave things just before the epilogue started. It’s what most people who write these kinds of stories would have done. But, that’s exactly the reason why I didn’t.
This was a different kind of story that I wanted to focus more on the psychological aspect of sexual manipulation rather than simple assault or humiliation. But even more than that, I wanted this story to tell the story of the consequences of these characters and just how their lives were affected by their actions.
It might not be the arousing type of writing I usually go for, but I do feel like it carries a sense of satisfaction to follow Kim right up to the birth. To see if her mother was right or not And I definitely think it’s more interesting. I’m almost sad that I can’t take the story even further. To show an emotionally muted Kim do her best at pretending to enjoy a life and a marriage just because she’s told she has too, all the while slowly resenting her child and husband and mother just a little more each day until she looks in the mirror one day to see a cold, emotionless woman who’s succeeded in everyone’s eyes but her own.
But… this is good too.
Thank you for reading. And, if you have the time, please let me know what you thought in a comment/review. I would love to hear from you.
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