Second Chances

Disclaimer: For the last time this story, I don't own Kim Possible

Chapter Ten: A Second Chance

-Ron and Bonnie's wedding day (the real one)-

"Felix you have the ring right?" Ron asked.

"Ron," Felix grumbled, "if you ask me that one more time this wedding is going to have to be put off until you get out of the hospital."

"I just want to make sure," Ron moaned, "if I'm up there and Bonnie has my ring and I don't have hers she'll never want anything to do with me ever again."

"I know you don't want anything to go wrong," Felix's tone softened, "but this is the eighth time you've asked me if I have the ring for Bonnie in the last hour."

"It's already been an hour?" Ron nearly wailed, "I don't have nearly everything done, and the wedding won't be perfect and Bonnie's going to storm out and I'll never see her for as long as I live."

"What do you still have to do," Felix asked dryly, "all you have left is to have your chat with the bride's father and with Kim's dad standing in for that you know what it's going to be like. Then it's just stand up there and get married. Before you know it you and Bonnie will be getting on the plane to wherever you're going on your honeymoon, and are you ever going to tell anyone where it is?"

"I will eventually," Ron seemed to calm down a bit, "Wade knows since he set the whole thing up but he's not telling anyone until I do."

"Speaking of Wade," Felix looked around, "where is he, and where are Jim and Tim for that matter?"

"Wade's doing some last minute stuff with the sound system I think," Ron rubbed at his chin, "and the twins are out front making sure everyone is behaving themselves."

"Everyone being Bonnie's sisters," Felix smirked, "well I better go get them back here or they'll still be working when they're supposed to be walking up with you."

Felix wheeled out of the room and Ron started anxiously pacing around the room. He really shouldn't have been nervous, he and Bonnie had lived together for the better part of two years, been a couple for nearly half a year, and even before they'd started dating had been confused for a married couple so often they'd stopped correcting people on it because they were sick and tired of saying the same thing over and over. And yet despite the fact that he and Bonnie had already done everything married couples did Ron was still nervous at the idea of actually marrying her despite wanting to spend the rest of his life with her as a family.

A knock sounded on his door and Ron walked over to open it. In the doorway were his and Kim's dads, both dressed up for the wedding and both wearing very fatherly smiles. He brought them into the waiting room, really more a closet with some chairs in it, and they sat down.

"Feeling nervous?" His dad had a small smile on his face.

"Yeah," Ron squeaked, "just a little."

"Don't be," his dad said, "you'll get through your pre wedding chat just fine and then once you're up there it will hit you how much you love Bonnie and everything will be perfect."

His dad got up and walked out of the room to go sit with his mom in the sanctuary. With Bonnie's father a no-show and Kim's dad selected as the one to walk Bonnie down the aisle Ron once again found himself sitting across from Mr. Dr. P. as the father of the bride.

"So Ronald," Mr. Dr. P. laced his fingers together, "here we are again."

"You're not going to threaten to shoot me into a black hole again are you?" Ron whimpered.

"Oh no," Mr. Dr. P. laughed, "That threat was just for Kimmie. But don't think you're off the hook, Bonnie is a very nice young woman and if you break her heart there's a one way trip on a space probe to a forming star."

"That doesn't sound that bad," Ron smiled nervously.

"Think tens of millions of degrees," Mr. Dr. P. gave him what Ron had come to term the black hole glare, "with enough radiation to make anything well done and enough pressure to compress you into a pinprick."

"Got it," Ron gulped, "no heart breaking."

"Ah but we all know you won't do anything like that," Mr. Dr. P. smiled, "Bonnie's your second chance that most people don't get and you're too smart to do anything to risk losing that. Just make sure that everything you do with Bonnie you do because you love her and there's nothing you can do that won't make all of us proud. I'll give you the same advice I gave you before, relax once you get up there and everything will be fine. It's still going to take a lot of work but this is the happily ever after you've been working for your whole life. And not to put any pressure on you or anything but if you and Bonnie have any children, we've always thought of you like a son and we'd be happy to think of your and Bonnie's children as more grandchildren."

"Uh thanks Mr. Dr. P." Ron finally had a genuine smile on his face, "I'll do my best."

"Of course you will Ronald," Mr. Dr. P. stood up and stuck out his hand for Ron to shake, "now I have to go get Bonnie, you should be heading on your own way."

Kim's dad walked out of the room and Ron sat back down with a sigh. The encouragement had helped him a bit with his nervousness but he was still constantly glancing at the clock in the room watching the seconds and minutes tick by. Ron had just gotten up and was about to start pacing when Jim and Tim knocked and walked into the room.

"Hey Ron," Tim started.

"Good to see you're up," Jim continued

"We've got to walk in five minutes," they finished in unison.

They walked out of the room and started for the sanctuary with the twins leading the way. On the way they passed a window where the sun was streaming through and created a ray of light amid the floating dust. Looking into the light Ron jerked to a halt and it felt like his heart stopped for a few beats. There in the light Ron could have sworn he saw a ghostly Kim standing there looking angelic and smiling at him as if to congratulate him for finding happiness and not being lonely till he was old and grey.

"Ron, you okay?" Jim and Tim stopped and turned around.

"Yeah," Ron started out of his reverie, "just… uh… nothing, let's get going. Bonnie would kill me if I'm late to my own wedding."

The twins shared a look but turned back around and walked on. Behind them Ron felt a small smile grow on his face and deep inside he could feel that wherever she was Kim was happy for him and Bonnie, and with that went the last tiny doubts he had about what he was about to do.

They got up to the doors and waiting there were Felix and Wade, they smiled at Ron and surprisingly his return smile was devoid of any nervousness.

"You're looking a lot better than usual," Felix said.

"Yeah, no nervousness, not panicking, who are you and what have you done with Ron?" Wade laughed.

"I'm still me," Ron grinned, "I just finally figured out that everything is going to go fine."

"And how'd you go from asking if I have the ring eight times in an hour to this?" Felix raised an eyebrow.

Ron smiled brightly, "Let's just say I'm pretty sure Bonnie and I have a guardian angel who's looking out for us."

"Sure," Wade said slowly, "you're not having some sort of nervous breakdown are you Ron?"

"Nope," Ron said cheerfully, "it's all Zen calm for the Ronster with one bon diggety babe coming down the aisle at the end."

"It's about time you came around," Felix smiled, "now would you mind coming around and telling us where you and Bonnie are going on your honeymoon?"

"Okay," Ron sighed, "just to make you suffer through wanting to ask more about it while you can't. Think two tickets to the Swiss Alps, we're leaving Samantha with her grandparents, and we spend the new years sipping champagne in a chalet and skiing down to the lodge for dinner."

"Good idea," Felix smirked, "but the way you just described it skiing down to the lodge would be the only time you and Bonnie would get out of your hotel room if you get what I mean."

"It's entirely possible," Ron smiled, "now who wants to go get me married?"

After a round of laughs and back slapping they opened the doors and started the march to Ron's fate. Though the room was much fuller than it had ever been Ron still fixed most of his attention on his parents smiling at him. After that was Mrs. Dr. P. sitting over on the bride's side, what surprised him was that Bonnie's sisters were sitting right by her, and more than that was the fact that they were sitting perfectly quiet with not a sign of a smirk on their faces. He could have also sworn he'd seen Bonnie's mother in the crowd but they made it up to the altar and all his attention was focused on the doors.

It was a very long few minutes up at the altar waiting for Bonnie, Rabbit Katz smiled at Ron in an effort to reassure him but before Ron could respond the Wedding March started playing and Ron turned to look as the doors opened.

-Meanwhile-

Bonnie stood there quietly while Kim and Ron's moms pulled at and straightened all the little wrinkles in her dress. The mothering she was getting, as annoying as it could be, was a welcome annoyance after twenty-odd years of her family. Not to mention that it was a far cry, in a good way, from the army of dress makers her mother had hired. Add that to her much more practical wedding dress and this was a far more pleasant wait before the walk down the aisle than her one wedding before had been.

Her absolute favorite thing though was that Mrs. Possible and Mrs. Stoppable didn't have the crazy idea that she had to be in her heels waiting to walk. So even though it was still a bit irksome to have to stand for as long as she'd had to it was infinitely better than doing so in heels.

Maybe that was her second favorite thing, her real favorite thing was that she was getting married solely because she wanted to and her parents had nothing to do with her marrying Ron. Well nothing positive anyway, but their trying to interfere with her and Ron was just another plus as far as Bonnie was concerned.

Still though Bonnie would have given a great deal to be able to sit down since even without heels standing for as long as she'd been standing was something she could go a long while without doing again. Not that she thought it wasn't worth it or anything, she would have stood in heels three times as long if it meant getting to where she was. And when Bonnie thought of all she and Ron had gone through to get to where they were perhaps the short standing time in no heels was a sort of small reward.

Outside Bonnie heard a snicker of laughter and she looked on with a grimace on her face as her sisters walked into the room.

"I can't believe you're really going through with this," Connie sneered.

"Yeah, one looser marrying another," Lonnie matched the look.

"To be fair we always expected this from you," Connie went on.

Lonnie didn't miss a beat, "but marrying that looser in that dress in this dump, ugh it is everything we always expected you to not amount to."

"Just want you to know we're not going to do anything about it," Connie continued, "we're sure you'll screw this up just like everything else you do."

Bonnie didn't even spare her sisters a glance, she was determined to not let them ruin what she was going to make sure was one of the happiest days of her life.

"Girls," Mrs. Dr. P. walked over to Connie and Lonnie with a very grim look on her face, "can I have a word with you out in the hall?"

Connie and Lonnie turned with condescending looks on their faces but one look at Mrs. Dr. P's. face and they walked meekly behind her out into the hall.

"How'd she do that," Bonnie turned to Ron's mom, "and how can I learn it?"

"You're already learning how to do it," Ron's mom smiled, "just something you pick up over the course of raising a child. But what she's saying to your sisters out there, I have no idea and I'd certainly never want to be on the receiving end of one of those talks. Now I think you're ready and absolutely beautiful, my son won't be able to take his eyes off of you. So I'm going to go out to the sanctuary and get my seat since I'd rather not miss a thing."

Mrs. Stoppable walked out of the room and Bonnie stood there for a few minutes relishing in the calm moment in the midst of all the rushing about she'd done earlier that day.

"Bonnie!" Bonnie looked over as Tara walked into the room, "I take back what I said in the dress shop, now you really look beautiful."

"Thanks," Bonnie smiled, "you don't look half bad yourself. How'd Felix ever let you out of the house?"

"I changed over here," Tara grinned, "but I saw Kim's mom talking to your sisters at the end of the hall on my way over here, what's going on?"

"That," Bonnie sighed, "Connie and Lonnie came in here and were their normal charming selves so Mrs. Possible took them out into the hall to talk with them. What she's saying to them neither I nor Ron's mom have any idea and I think she's right that I don't want to know what she's saying."

"Ah," Tara glanced over at the door, "well whatever they said don't let it get to you. You're almost glowing with how good you look today, you and Ron are perfect for each other, and you'll still be just as happy together when you're both old and grey."

"I was ignoring them," Bonnie said, "but thanks anyways. Where's everyone else?"

"They're all giving themselves one last look over," Tara gestured over her shoulder, "I figured I'd use the chance to come see how you were doing in here."

Before Bonnie could respond Mrs. Dr. P. walked into the room followed by her sisters.

"I think your sisters have something to say to you," Kim's mom glared at them.

"Bonnie," Connie and Lonnie said in unison, "we just want you to know that we're wishing all the best for you today."

After that they hurriedly scampered out of the room. Kim's mom followed them out shortly thereafter to get to her seat and make sure that Bonnie's sisters kept up their good behavior.

Tara worked her way through her maid of honor pre wedding talk, which did top her effort at the dress store, for five minutes until the door opened again and Mr. Dr. P. walked in with a smile on his face.

"Hello ladies," he straightened his bowtie, "you both look fantastic."

"Thanks," Tara smiled, "I think that's everything Bonnie now I'd better be going to get everyone ready to go."

Bonnie finally put on her heels after Tara left and then looked up at Kim's dad, "Thanks from me too, my father never said anything to me when came to walk me down the aisle."

"Nonsense," Kim's dad said, "it's nothing special to say. That's a beautiful dress you're wearing and what woman doesn't look beautiful on her wedding day."

Bonnie blushed lightly and looked down, "you um didn't scare Ron too much did you?"

"Of course not," Mr. Dr. P. laughed, "I made it clear to him that it would be in his best interest to keep you happy. But he already knows that and I made sure he knows I have all the faith in the world that he'll do everything he can to make you the happiest woman alive."

"He's already done a great job of that," Bonnie smiled, "I'm more worried that I'll end up letting him down. I was so terrible to him in high school and then he's been nothing but kind to me and I keep thinking that I'm not doing enough to make Ron happy."

"Oh you've done plenty for Ron," Mr. Dr. P. smiled back, "after Kim died he was just going through the motions of living and ever since you moved in with him it's been every day he's a bit more like his old self until by now he's just as happy as he ever was. Now I think Ron's waited at the end of the aisle long enough, let's go walk down it."

Bonnie's smile softened and she walked out of the door, she and Kim's dad started walking down the hall, about halfway there they ran into Tara who was on her way to get Bonnie. The blonde fell into line with them as they kept going and the walk continued almost uninterrupted. Towards the end they passed a single window that had a ray of sunlight that streamed through it and illuminated all the dust in the air so it glowed. In the ray of light Bonnie saw something that made her remember a conversation she'd had in a dream the better part of a year ago. In that ray of light stood Kim, she was smiling grandly at her and the look in those familiar green eyes seemed to say how happy she was that Ron and her were getting a second chance at happiness together.

"Bonnie," Tara said over her shoulder, "are you alright?"

"I'm fine," Bonnie smiled at her, "just had my last few doubts put to rest."

That was that and they finished the rest of the walk in silence, once ready at the door Tara smiled brightly as she handed Bonnie her bouquet and all her bridesmaids looked ready to wow the crowds with how good they all looked.

"Hello Bonnie," Bonnie turned and her jaw dropped as she saw her father standing there in a tuxedo.

Bonnie opened and closed her mouth several times trying to speak but her best effort only produced a choking sound vaguely resembling the word 'what.'

"I still don't approve of Stoppable, or you marrying him," her father said, "but I'm your father and every father has a duty to walk his little girl down the aisle."

Bonnie spared a glance back to Mr. Dr. P. who smiled and said, "I'll slip in the side of the sanctuary and watch, it would have been an honor to stand in for your father but he's right that every man wants to walk his little girl down the aisle even if we threaten to send the boy into deep space."

Kim's dad walked off quickly to slip in the side and hopefully remain unnoticed until Bonnie was down the aisle. Back at the doors Bonnie looked up at her father and for the first time in more than a few years had no scathing remark coming out of her mouth.

"You do look absolutely beautiful even so," Her father kissed her on the cheek and pulled her veil up over her face before letting her arm slip into his and giving the signal to Tara who stepped forward as the Wedding March started and the doors opened.

-Thirteen Years Later-

"Tweebs!" The cry came from the bathroom followed shortly by a fifteen year old Samantha, or as she preferred to be called Sam Stoppable.

"How many times," the blonde haired girl shouted, "do I have to tell you not to turn my hairspray into rocket fuel?!"

"Uh oh," her twin brothers said together before dashing off for their room.

"Arrgh," Sam grumbled as her frizzy mass of blonde hair trailed behind her, "you can't hide in there forever, Jim, Tim, come out!"

Now the story of how Jim and Tim Stoppable got their names could be a whole new story unto itself but the basics can be understood in far fewer words.

A few years after they were married Bonnie had walked in on Ron and said that they were indeed going to have a bundle of joy in nine months. Of course a pregnant Bonnie caused no end of problems for Ron but he loved his wife more than enough to put up with it and be as supportive as he could be.

Nine months later Ron was surprisingly more collected when Bonnie told him it was time, probably since he had to stay calm for Sam's sake. At the couple's request Mrs. Dr. P. had once again been there to help with the delivery and thankfully everything had gone just as expected but for one thing, instead of one baby as the ultrasound had indicated Bonnie had had twins.

All this had been incredibly hilarious to Mrs. Dr. P. and when she had come out to tell Ron that he was not only a father but that everything had gone fine she had been laughing so hard she was crying. Given what had happened with Kim it was understandable that Ron took her tears of mirth to mean something else entirely. Being unable to get any words out Mrs. Dr. P. had simply gestured for Ron to go into the maternity ward. One mad dash later Ron burst through the doors to find Bonnie fine if exhausted and that she was holding not one baby but two.

Having given no thought whatsoever to any twin names and in the midst of an emotional roller coaster from panicking that Bonnie was dead and then finding out that not only was she fine but they now had twins when the nurse asked him if he had any names Ron had blurted out the only twin names he was familiar with.

Unfortunately Jim and Tim had taken after their namesakes and had given their parents and older sister no end of headaches over the years with the gadgets they made from household items and the parts their grandfather and uncles brought from their work. Mr. Dr. P. had been right though, until the very end Ron had been so busy keeping Sam from bouncing off the walls with boredom that he hadn't had time to be nervous at all.

Back in the Stoppable residence Bonnie Stoppable walked up the stairs to see what the fuss between her kids was and found her daughter standing angrily in the hallway with her normally well done hair in a frizzy mess.

"Sam," Bonnie put a hand on her shoulder, "what's wrong?"

"Jim and Tim turned my hairspray into rocket fuel," and then turning to face her brother's door, "and I'm going to get them for it!"

Bonnie sighed, "Jim, Tim, no turning your sister's hairspray into rocket fuel. If you need parts for anything you can call your grandfather and he'll mail it over from the space center. And Sam you know that we have plenty of hairspray in the closet."

"Right," Sam said sheepishly, "well I've got to get ready, Ron and I are heading over to Bueno Nacho in an hour."

Bonnie let out a sigh as her daughter grabbed the bottle of hairspray in her hand and ran back into the bathroom. She walked back down the stairs and followed her nose to the delicious smells coming from the kitchen.

"So what was the major crisis this time?" Ron turned from the sauce he was making on the oven, "Twins try to open a black hole? Launch Sam's shoe closet into orbit?"

"Nope," Bonnie walked up to him, "hairspray turned into rocket fuel."

"Ah," Ron said, "that's what, third time this month they've done that?"

"Yep," Bonnie quickly counted in her head, "and Sam's going to Bueno Nacho with Ron tonight so watch how much you cook."

"Aw," Ron pouted, "but I just can't help myself in this bon diggety new kitchen."

"Ron," Bonnie laughed softly, "we moved into this house eleven years ago, it's not a new kitchen anymore."

"It is still bon diggety though," Ron smiled at his wife, "and so is the company."

"I recognize the flattery card when it's used on me Ron Stoppable," Bonnie raised an eyebrow, "what do you want?"

"Well Bonnie Stoppable," Ron's smile grew, "you know that movie you got for us to watch tonight, I might have picked up Super Monster Mutant Exploding Freaks Twelve today and it would be so cool to watch it."

"Let me guess," Bonnie grinned, "that's also why you're making such a nice dinner."

"It's a distinct possibility," Ron's smile took on a roguish nature, "is the flattery working?"

"Maybe," Bonnie leaned up and pecked him on the cheek, "but perhaps not in the way you meant it to."

"I'm fine with that too," Ron took the saucepan off the heat, "the Ronster has still got it going on after all these years."

"I should know," Bonnie sauntered over to grab the plates, "I think it's healthy regular doses of Ronshine that have let me keep my girlish looks this long."

"You haven't just kept them," Ron grinned, "you look even better then you did when we got married."

"If you'd rather just skip the movie once Sam heads out just say so," Bonnie smirked, "but we still need to eat at some point and you've already made this great dinner."

"You're right," Ron sighed, "but Sam's going out and the twins are going to be buried in their room, we haven't had an opportunity this good in months."

"We're not as young as we used to be Ron," Bonnie filled the kids cups with milk, "even if we have a whole night or we get really lucky and have a whole day to ourselves we can't spend it all in bed anymore."

"All the more reason to make use of this great chance while we still can," Ron pointed out, "before you know it we'll be old and all we'll be able to manage is a night on the sofa watching movies. Not that a night with you cuddling together is a bad thing."

"Come on," Bonnie chided, "we're barely forty, we're not as young as we used to be but we're not close to old either."

Ron let out a soft sigh as he dished up the plates, "Forty already, wasn't it just last Tuesday Sam was in diapers?"

"Last Sunday," Bonnie laughed, "but kids do grow up fast. Now is that everything?"

"Yeah," Ron replied, "Kids, dinner!"

Over the next minute there was a cacophony of feet that would better be described as a miniature stampede as the three Stoppable children joined their parents at the dinner table.

"I can only eat something light," Sam slid into her seat, "I'm heading to Bueno Nacho in a little bit."

"That's what the salad is for," Bonnie gestured, "you do this almost every week. You didn't really think your dad would forget that?"

"Well no," Sam grinned, "but I wouldn't put it past dad to try to feed me enough that I'd be too full to go anywhere."

"That reminds me," Ron held up his fork, "remind Ron that if he doesn't have you back on time I'm using my Mystical Monkey Power to banish him into a dimension of unimaginable pain and suffering."

"No banishing Sam's friends to dimensions of unimaginable pain and suffering," Bonnie said like Ron making that threat was an everyday occurrence. Which though it wasn't an everyday occurrence it was certainly regular enough for Bonnie to make such an offhanded remark about it.

"Speaking of Mystical Monkey Power," Sam spoke around her salad, "when are you going to do that thing to find out if I have it?"

"At some point," Ron said idly, "Sensei said it only might be hereditary. So no guarantees any of you have it, especially since your mom doesn't… um didn't have it."

"Duh," Jim said, "mom never went on any missions with you."

"How would she get Mystical Monkey Power?" Tim finished the thought.

"There was that one time I was stuck to Kim," Bonnie said, "but she didn't have it either."

"What are you so desperate to have Mystical Monkey Power for anyways?" Ron glanced at his daughter.

"Do you have any idea how far I could kick a soccer ball with it?" Sam said like it was the most obvious thing in the world, "plus I'm sure there are things in ballet I can use it for."

"She does have a good point with that ballet thing," Bonnie smiled, "but remember Sam, there are no guarantees you'll have Mystical Monkey Power since only your father has it."

"I know," Sam groaned, "I guess as long as the Tweebs don't have it I could live without it. But it would be so cool to have it, I'll bet I could make the varsity team as a junior, it's almost always all seniors on varsity soccer."

"After school gets out for the summer then," Ron sighed, "if it turns out you do you can spend the summer in Japan at Yamanouchi learning to use it."

"And miss Nana Possible's birthday?" Sam said incredulously, "Mystical Monkey Power or no she'd kill you if you made her great-granddaughter miss her hundred and third birthday."

"You'd go after that of course," Bonnie corrected her, "your dad won't make that kind of mistake as long as I'm around to do anything about it."

"You make that sound like a bad thing," Ron said.

"Only if you want it to be," Bonnie lightly hit him on the arm.

"Beautiful wife, job I love, great kids… I'll muddle through somehow." Ron chuckled.

Bonnie responded by leaning over and quickly kissing him.

"Ew! Cooties!" The twins shouted in unison, "We have to evacuate the area!"

"Alright boys," Bonnie laughed, "finish your vegetables and you can go back to your room."

Jim and Tim grimaced but inhaled their vegetables and were already dashing up the stairs as Ron shouted after them, "no launching your sister's shoe closet into orbit!"

Dinner kept going for a few more minutes until Sam looked down at her watch and announced it was time for her to head off to Bueno Nacho.

"Bye mom, bye dad," she hurriedly said as she ran out the door.

"Remember," Ron shouted out the door, "dimension of unimaginable pain and suffering if he gets you back late!"

"Ron," Bonnie sighed, "you can't go threatening every boy Sam meets with banishment, and this is Ron, her best friend. Plus she's not so little you can sit her on your lap, like it or not our little girl is growing up."

"Well I'm definitely not liking it," Ron sulked, "it has to have been last Tuesday Sam was still in diapers."

"I'm afraid not," Bonnie said softly, "she's fifteen, in high school, and growing up."

"I want her to be four again," Ron whined.

"Me too," Bonnie scooted in and wrapped her arms around Ron, "but I could do without all the mood swings and throwing up that came with being pregnant. And you do remember trying to explain to her about Kim don't you?"

Ron did indeed remember that, explaining to Sam that Bonnie wasn't her birth mother had been quite problematic, but not for the reason most of those cases are. Having known no other mom but Bonnie and still not quite grasping the concept of death at age four Sam had taken several such talks to grasp the idea that though Bonnie had raised her for what amounted to her whole life she hadn't been the one to carry her like she was carrying her unborn twin brothers at the time. Eventually though Sam had grown to understand what her parents were telling her but having known Bonnie as 'mom' for as long as she could remember very little changed in Sam's opinion of her parents.

Back in their kitchen Ron wrapped his arms around Bonnie, "Good point."

"Look on the bright side," Bonnie said into his ear, "for two people who are each others second chance we've done pretty good."

"That we have," Ron stood up and scooped Bonnie up into his arms as he went, "now I'm fairly sure Jim and Tim have soundproofed their door for the night and I want a second chance picking up where we were before dinner."

Bonnie responded by laughing and pulling his lips down to hers. And as he carried her up the stairs both Ron and Bonnie Stoppable ran thoughts through their heads about how a seemingly random event turned out to be their second chance.

-The End-

AN: Over already? Sheesh I blink and apparently miss where I wrote a good sized story. No evil tricks or cliffhangers in this one, just that nice happy ending I promised you all. Now would the mob outside my door please go away? Anyways, there are several things I left unanswered intentionally, not because I plan a sequel since I have no such plans and already have enough stories planned in any case. But just that I'd like you the readers to fill in those blanks with your own imagination. Now I'm hard at work on SuperRonII which will be short at five chapters but should wrap that up nicely. So in closing it's been a fun ride with this story but all good things must come to an end. I hope you enjoyed this story and that I can somehow convince you to be here same time same place next Friday for my next writing venture.