A/N: Back by popular demand, is the second chapter of the fic. If I seem to be using country songs a lot, it's because the other songs I have just don't seem to fit in with life today. Plus, I love country. I don't own YW, the characters, or the Brad Paisley song 'Little Moments'.

Chapter 2

Little Moments

Well, I'll never forget the first time that I heard

That pretty mouth say that dirty word

And I can't even remember now

What she backed my truck into

But she covered her mouth and her face got red

And she just looked so darn cute

All Kit could remember from the five-year-old event was that he had been napping on the porch, when a resounding crunch and a very loud, very clear swearword from Nita reached his ears. He had jumped up at the time, seen the back of his Dodge Ram wrapped around something, and his eyes had traveled from the mangled truck bed to Nita, who was bright red and had a hand over her mouth as she surveyed the damage. Despite the new truck he'd be needing soon, Kit couldn't help but stare at the gracefully blushing Nita, with one thought in his head. She really is cute…

That I couldn't even act like

I was mad.

He had tried to look angry, failed, and, laughing, hugged her.

Just like just last year on my birthday.

Kit, now twenty-nine, and sitting with his snoozing four-year-old daughter on the front lawn, smiled and thought back to his previous birthday in the Rodriguez household.

She lost all track of time and burnt the cake.

And every smoke detector in the house was going off

Kit had dashed into the kitchen at the sound of the earsplitting wails from the smoke detectors and had found Nita, her face ashen, facing the oven, with what looked like the charred remains of a large cake in front of her.

She was just about to cry until I took her in my arms

She had looked up at him, tears of embarrassment in her eyes, and whispered, "I'm really, really sorry, Kit…"

And I tried not to let her see

Me laugh

She sniffed as Kit walked over, ignoring the smoldering cake, and wrapped his arms around her in a tight hug, desperately stifling the laughter that was trying, against all odds, to bubble out of him.

Yeah, I live for

Little Moments

Like that.

Kit sighed and stroked his daughter's reddish hair. Good times, good times, he thought happily. What would I do without Neets?

I know she's not perfect

But she tries so hard for me

And I thank God that she isn't

Cause how boring would that be.

It's the little imperfections

It's the sudden change in plans

When she misreads the directions

And we're lost but holding hands.

Another fond memory, recent this time, reached the front of Kit's mind. Kit, at the wheel of the family's Toyota Sienna on the way up to visit Auntie Dairine in Los Gatos, had been taking directions from Nita. Not too good of an idea, as she was half asleep from lack of sleep in trying to get their cat to stop shredding the wallpaper.

"Nita, I'm at the 101 and 152 junction. Which one do I take…?"

Nita had jerked out of her semi slumber, glanced blearily at the map, and replied, "The 152."

Two hors later, they were hopelessly lost.

Yeah, I live for

Little Moments

Like that

Kit sighed, picked Audrey up, and carried her into the house. Laboring his way upstairs, he gently tucked her in and stumbled back downstairs to where Nita was watching The Cosby Show on their well-used sofa.

"Hey, Kit," she said, patting the seat next to her. "You tucked Audrey in?"

Kit nodded and collapsed onto the couch next to her, placing his right arm around her. She smiled sleepily and turned her attention back to the TV.

When she's laying on my shoulder

On the sofa in the dark

And about the time she falls asleep

So does my right arm

Fifteen minutes later, she was sound asleep, as was Kit's right arm.

And I want so bad to move it

Cause it's tingling and it's numb

But she looks so much like an angel

That I don't want to wake her up

Kit, his whole arm tingling with lack of blood circulation, tried desperately to move his arm away from Nita's sleeping head, but she only murmured something and moved closer to Kit. And it was only then that he noticed how beautiful she was.

With a sigh, he kissed her forehead, happy beyond belief to be her husband, shut off the TV, and dozed off, his arm still around Nita's shoulders.

Yeah, I live for

Little Moments

When she steals my heart again and doesn't even know it

Yeah, I live for Little Moments

Like that.