A/N: Would I ever leave you guys? I felt kinda concerned... no one was reviewing any of the YWs stories… sorri. But I'm Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack…

June 30

Nita stared out the apartment window at the rain-soaked city of Manhattan below.

"D'you think this'll ever let up?" she asked Kit, not taking her eyes off the torrential deluge that beat down on the city below.

Kit shrugged, his nose buried in the middle of The Idiot's Guide to Starting your Life.

"Doubt it. The weather forecast said the front shouldn't pass until tomorrow afternoon."

Nita sighed, then asked quietly, "Do we have everything we need?"

Kit, not taking his eyes off the book, nodded.

Nita frowned. "Kit…?" she asked again.

Kit quickly put the book down and snapped to attention, knowing how lucky he was that she didn't feel offended quite yet.

"Everything's been planned out already. You remember good old Pastor Raphael? He's doing the ceremonies. Invitations have all been sent out… that was a while ago. Dairine's the ring bearer… it killed me to ask her, but I think she appreciated the fact that I did. The flowers are being cut as we speak. I think you have your dress, right?"

Nita nodded.

"…And I've got a few other surprises for you. So… uh, you think that's it?"

He received a shrug from Nita.

"I think so."

She sighed.

"I've got our agenda all planned out. After our wedding, we stay for July 4, and probably do whatever then. We drop a transit circle early the next day, grab our bags, and head to Hawaii. Once we get there… I dunno what we're gonna do. Prob…mmmph!"

Kit walked to her side and gently placed a hand over her mouth.

"Why? I vote we travel like normal people… there are benefits to getting one heck of a raise."

Nita stared, her gray eyes losing their aggravated look and softening. Pushing Kit's hand off her mouth, she sighed.

"You never told me you got a raise…"

Kit shrugged. "Was it that important? All I cared about was seeing you again."

"Oh, stoppit, you suckup!" Nita cried, though her eyes sparkled and told an entirely different story.

Kit grinned and tousled her hair affectionately.

She didn't like it.

"Kiiiiiiittt… cut it ouuuuut!"

She ducked and smacked his hand as he got her again.

"Alright, alright already!" she exclaimed, swatting him upside the head.

Kit sank back into his easy chair, still smiling, and resumed reading.

Nita walked over and perched on the arm of his chair.

"Don't forget, we still have to get ourselves a house…"

Kit smiled.

"Want to go see it?"

Nita stared at him. "Is this a joke?"

Kit put his book down, dropped a transit circle, and grabbed Nita's hand.

She looked sideways at him, and she broke out in a smile. She leaned over and gave Kit a quick kiss on the cheek, leaving him blushing slightly and fumbling for the transport syllable. He found it, stammered it, then stepped onto the circle. So strong was their love that the air implosion sent a sudden 90 degree heat wave rolling straight across Manhattan.

Nita couldn't believe her eyes or her ears when Kit told her he'd done everything while she was asleep.

"It's… perfect, Kit. Oh my god… it's… it's just perfect!" she cried, wrapping her arms around her neck and giving him a huge, loving kiss.

Kit pulled her off him.

"Okay, okay Neets. Whaddya say we start moving?"

"Today? From New York to California in one day?"

"Um, yeah…"

Nita shrugged.

"'Kay. Need my help?"

Kit frowned at her.

"I think I can handle this. Or are you just teasing me about my power ratings again?"

Kit's power levels had dropped slightly in the last few months, for reasons unknown.

Nita smiled at him.

"Go on, then. I'm gonna go look around."

They embraced, then Kit tossed Nita the keys and said, "I'll be right back."

Nita nodded, then turned and entered the house.

Hours Later

Kit sighed and lay back on the carpet of a house that he could truly call his own. Nita, on the other hand, was out shopping for clothes with some of her college and high school friends.

A two-story house in Huntington Beach, California, was where Nita and Kit had settled down. It was a beautiful, private home for the two of them; three bathrooms, four bedrooms, a first-floor bay window, and cabinets galore. Looking out of the bay window, he could see the famed pier and the beach from where he lay, less than a quarter mile away from their home. There was absolutely no crime anywhere near their home; a police station was located less than a block away.

Kit got up, stretched, and walked up the stairs and turned the corner into the room he had designated their home office. He sighed, backed up, and went into the room opposite the office, into their bedroom, and flopped down on the bed, exhausted.

Downstairs, a car door slammed, and the front door opened and closed.

Kit?

Upstairs in the bedroom.

Okay. Be right up.

Kit listened to Nita's footsteps come up the stairs, then she whirled into the room, her smile stretching from ear to ear, her face flushed, and a sparkle in her eyes.

"Hey, honey! How you doing?"

Kit laughed and kissed her.

"I'm alive. You?"

Nita hit him in the face with a cotton Vans T shirt and a pair of jeans times four. This was followed by a few Hawaiian print campshirts, a pair of swim trunks, and a windbreaker.

By the time Kit had decided what he liked the most, Nita was already showing him what she was planning on wearing the second day of their honeymoon. Kit's jaw hit the floor as he looked at Nita's amazing sense of style.

A soft orange, silky dress fell to her ankles, its gentle color studded with darker orange floral print designs. She had let her hair out of its usual ponytail, and now, it neatly fell to her waist in a single supple, wavy sheet of dark brown strands. A stray hair drifted across her forehead, but she ignored it, and instead, turned to Kit, smiling.

"So, whatcha think?"

Kit shook his head, amazed to the point of disbelief. With all the grace he could muster, he managed to say something.

"Wow."

Nita laughed, noticing the glazed look in his eyes and the blush creeping over his cheeks. She shook her head, grinned, and shrugged the dress off, revealing her Mets T-Shirt and blue jeans she had on underneath.

Folding the dress over one arm, she kicked her shoes off into one corner of the room and laid the dress onto the desk she'd moved into the other corner.

She sighed and checked the clock.

"Wow, Kit… it's almost midnight. Better get to bed… where'd the day go?"

Kit rolled his eyes.

"You were out shopping for I don't know how long, and we were moving all of this junk from the apartment to here for at least nine hours. Make sense now?"

Nita looked at him to make sure he wasn't watching, then changed hurriedly into her nightgown. She caught him watching her, and blushed and nudged him. He grinned, murmuring, "You lost weight again."

Nita shrugged. "I work out more. It's not that big…"

But she blushed inwardly. She was proud of her new slim, rail-thin figure, and was glad Kit had noticed. In a way.

She brushed her teeth quickly, then slid under the covers. Kit joined her a moment later, after he finished with his teeth and found his reading glasses and grabbed Starting Your Life for Dummies off a table.

Nita sighed and touched his hand beneath the covers.

"Kit, honey?"

"Yes?"

"I… I have to admit, I'm scared."

"Why?"

"What is we get into another fight… and we can't work together because there's too much of a chance we'd kill one another? Are you sure you want to marry me?"

Kit put his book down, and looked straight into Nita's clear gray eyes.

"Nita, honey, I love you with all of my heart, and I would never let anything happen to our marriage."

She smiled coyly at him, and he kissed her gently.

"'Night, Neets."

"G'ight, Kit."

Kit pushed the dimmer switch in, and the light went out, shrouding the room in darkness.

As Nita slumbered peacefully beside him, Kit tossed and turned. He was terrified halfway out of his mind by the prospect of the wedding. Would it be like it was portrayed in the movies, or would it just be another, fancier kiss?

Kit sighed, turned over one more, and finally drifted off as Nita snuggled closer to him for warmth.

A silvery orb bobbed through the halls of the home, and slowly made its way up toward the master bedroom. It took the form of a woman in her mid-forties, with flowing auburn hair, and a graceful, dancelike walk, as it approached the bed where Nita and Kit lay sleeping peacefully. The woman gently smoothed back a lock of stray hair from Nita's forehead, then, finding a steno notepad, picked up a pencil and began to write.

A few moments later, it placed the pencil back down, took the form of the orb, and sailed out into the hall again.

Nita and Kit slept on, totally oblivious to the changes that had just taken place in their bedroom.