Chapter 21: He Captured My Heart in San Francisco

*Author's Note: I dedicate this special chapter to the absolutely beautiful City by the Bay, San Francisco, which is where I went to during the summer of 2010, as well as my current favorite baseball team, the San Francisco Giants. I completely fell in love with San Francisco that summer when I went to take art classes there and I was heartbroken to leave after staying there for one and a half months. So to all you San Franciscans and SF Giants fans, I guarantee that you will enjoy this episode very much (even if you're a Dodgers fan and anti-Giants XD) By the way, this episode is definitely one of THE MOST IMPORTANT CHAPTERS OF THIS STORY, so you shall read it word for word and enjoy it. :)*

…I left myyyyyy heeearrrrtttt

In San Fraaaaanciscooooooooo…

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August 9th, 2010: Will You Go Out with Me?

I gotta say, I had a blast at the super show that night. I knew I was going to win against Valerie in that Extreme Rules match, and I certainly had fun aiming that steel chair at her back, because Valerie had actually gone out of character and started yelling abusive words at me while we fought. That slap she gave me was legit; it left a red mark on my face that still hasn't gone away. I couldn't break out of character since we were in front of a live audience, but I managed to get away with making the chair shots slightly more painful.

Today I was all by myself, since Cody was supposed to make an appearance at a local bar in town. Nattie and her Hart Dynasty boys were also out making an appearance at a local bookstore, and Gail and her RAW friends were hanging out at Union Square. I'd decided to hang out with John, whom I haven't been able to see as often as I used to, because Cody always wanted me by his side unless he was slated to make public appearances.

John and I decided to hang out by Pier 39 for the day, since we both had nothing on our schedules today and were feeling bored. In case you didn't know, Pier 39 is one of the ultimate places to visit if you're in San Francisco. Even though it's very tourist-y, it's lots of fun to go there and eat and shop. So far, we've taken a look at the famous sea lions all sleeping on the floating wooden platforms, which are a favorite sight for passing tourists. It's amazing how people can spend up to two hours just watching them fight and argue with each other and occasionally pushing each other off the platforms into the water whilst ignoring the strong, fishy smell.

The restaurant we were having lunch in was called the Fog Harbor Fish House. I've eaten there before; they've got some of the best sourdough in San Francisco; baked fresh, not too sour and not tasteless at all. Their entrée are also very, very delicious, their Fish of the Day is usually top quality at a very descent price. John's never been to the Fog Harbor Fish House, so I ordered some appetizers and top selling items for him to try, such as the clam chowder (even though I'm allergic to shellfish and clams), the fried calamari, and of course the basket of the locally famous sourdough. John ordered crabmeat pasta whilst I got myself grilled halibut and a side of good ol' French fries.

"You're right, Kathie. This stuff is so good," said John, slurping up the pasta and getting sauce all over his shirt. I giggled at the sight of the splattered red sauce on his shirt and on the side of his mouth.

"You got a little bit of that stuff on the side of your mouth," I giggled, reaching over and wiping the sauce off from the side of his mouth.

He took my hand before I could take it back and kissed my fingers sweetly. "I love this place, Katharyn. It's crowded, but it's so unique, nothing like anything in LA."

"What is in LA that makes it unique besides being the entertainment capital of the world?" I asked.

"When you're walking down Sunset Boulevard and Mel Gibson runs past you with a swarm of photographers hot on his path," said John.

"Did that actually happen?" I asked, surprised.

"I think it was Mel Gibson," said John, shrugging, "but if it wasn't, it was either Ben Affleck or Matt Damon. All I know was that he was being chased by paparazzi."

I laughed. Imagine walking down a street in LA and suddenly Johnny Depp, who's being chased by obsessed photographers, runs past you within a blur. That would be strange yet epic at the same time, for a celebrity to randomly run past you followed by a swarm of paparazzi.

"That was weird," I commented.

"It happens every single day," said John casually, "I've also been asked if I was related to Jim Morrison in any way, because everyone says I look like him."

"You do," I agreed, "that's what I wondered when I first met you. You both look really alike, except Jim's not alive anymore and is a hell lot bonier than you."

"That's true," replied John, "oh just wanted to ask; how's the thing with the secret admirer so far?" He asked curiously, raising his eyebrows and twinkling his eyes.

"Don't really have much of a clue yet, though I've gotten more presents from him," I said.

"Such as?"

I told him about the time when I found a Victoria's Secret bag on my bed in the hotel in Seattle with a very sexy lingerie set inside of it (John whistled flirtatiously), and the note accompanied with it read:

Dear Katharyn,

I happened to see this whilst walking around town and thought about how sexy you'd look it in. Please don't take this the wrong way; I'd just thought how beautiful and sexy you'd be able to pull it off.

With Love,

Your Secret Admirer

There was also that one time when I found an adorable stuffed Minion toy waiting for me in the Divas locker room before that house show in Tacoma. Not to mention the blue opal pendant from Portland, the studded leather jacket from Salem, as well as another sexy little corset and matching thong I'd found this morning (it had come from a Frederick's of Hollywood bag, plus a lovely red rose inside of it too).

"That's a lot of gifts," said John, his gorgeous brown eyes still sparkling, "speaking of which, Katharyn, I want to ask you something very important."

"Tell me more, tell me more," I sang Grease-style. John chuckled at my Grease impersonation and continued on.

"I was able to pull some strings in advance and get two tickets for the Giants versus Dodgers game tomorrow, with two of the best seats in the house, right in the Bullpen Box," My eyes widened in shock, "and I was looking for someone to accompany me to this game; obviously I don't want to be shown on TV sitting alone, all by myself with no one else beside me to be watching this most anticipated game," He took my hands from across the table and held them so that our fingers were interlaced. He looked me in the eyes, sending my heart into an adrenaline rush like it always happened.

"Katharyn Lincoln, will you do me the honor of accompanying me to the baseball game tomorrow night?" he asks in the sweetest and the most gentleman-like tone I've ever heard him use to me in my life.

"If I say yes, will we go pre-game shopping for Giants merchandise and go early to get the Beat LA towels they're giving out to the first 20,000 fans and stay behind later to watch the fireworks?" I asked gleefully.

"Anything for you, love."

August 10th, 2010: Take Me Out to the Ballgame

I was literally bouncing with excitement from the moment I agreed to go to the baseball game with John to when I met up with him in the lobby. I had been completely oblivious to the fact that Cody had his eyes fixed on my breasts as I bounced up and down on the bed this morning when I woke up. I didn't even care that Cody obviously didn't like the fact that I was wearing denim leggings and a sweatshirt rather than his favorite denim shorts and tight fitting shirts. I didn't care that Cody had even watched me change in the first place. And strangely, for some odd reason, I didn't care that Cody wasn't going to be with me today.

All I cared about was tonight's game at AT&T Park, home of my favorite baseball team of all time, the San Francisco Giants. In preparation for the game, I'd also asked my brother Kyle, who happened to be in San Francisco at the same time, to help make me some slogan posters for the game so that I could go and collect them when I drop off my Giants merchandise at my dad's place, which is right nex to the ballpark.

"Where you going today, babe?" asked Cody, noticing that I had packed my special camera inside my bag.

"Hanging out with Mickie and Nattie," I replied. That was the plan. If Cody were to ask where I was going, I was to tell him I'd be hanging out with Mickie and Nattie for the day.

"Have fun, babe," said Cody, kissing me before letting me leave with a playful slap on my butt.

John told me to prevent Cody from being suspicious, I was not to say a word to him about our date tonight. Don't ask me why, but John said this was something special he's never done for anyone in his life. Guess I must be really special to him. To make our secret plan easier, Cody looked as though he didn't really care that much. Hmmph, bet it's that skank Valerie who's keeping him busy with her fake boobs and her fake ass and everything else on her that's not real, which is every single part of her body. No joke. I wonder if she's actually not a girl.

I met John in the lobby so that we could start off our Giants adventure in San Francisco. "Looking very lovely, as always, love," he compliments sweetly. For some odd reason, whenever John told me I looked good, I would blush, but when Cody would tell me something similar, I wouldn't feel the same tingly sensation down my spine.

"Why thank you," I replied, "so where's our next stop?"

"That's what I was about to ask you, love."

"Can we go grab some lunch before hitting the dugout store behind the ballpark?" I asked, "I know this great Italian place by the ballpark."

"Whatever you like, love," he replied.

We left the hotel hand-in-hand, enjoying the cold, crisp summer breeze of San Francisco as we made our way down to the Italian restaurant down by the ballpark. The food was excellent as always; we made sure we ate till we couldn't eat anymore. After that, John suggested that we stock up on Wheat Thins at the nearby Safeway, which made me laugh – he's as big of a fan he is of Wheat Thins like me. After buying some Ghirardelli chocolate for my chocaholic brother and my dad, our next stop was the Giants Dugout Store, the place where they sold nothing but Giants merchandise. The store was the ultimate haven for a Giants fan like me. Their products varied from shot glasses to foam fingers to mattresses, even dog leashes and collars. It's been a while since I last visited this place; it's certainly gotten a lot bigger than the last time I came here, and they've sure expanded on their variety of merchandise. I studied every inch of this store with fascination; I could buy this entire store if I had the money.

All of a sudden, I felt two strong arms snake around my waist and John's head peeking over my shoulder. I smiled as he brought his lips close to my earlobe and licked it playfully.

"Get whatever you want, love," he whispered lovingly, "everything's on me today."

"Are you sure?" I asked, turning around in his embrace.

"Positively sure," he replied, kissing my forehead sweetly.

Just like that, I was zooming around the store, picking up nearly every single piece of merchandise I could lay my hands on. John laughed as I struggled to pick between Buster Posey's, Pablo Sandoval's, Barry Zito's, or Tim Lincecum's authentic jerseys. I thought he was crazy when he informed me that I could have all four of them.

"Are you sure you can afford four jerseys that cost almost $200 each?" I asked as a store clerk helped me retrieve the jerseys for me.

"I told you, love. Everything's on me. Just pick out whatever you want, and I'll pay for it. I want to spoil you, love. Will you let me?" He asked, flashing me an irresistibly dashing million-dollar smile. I nodded. "Good," he said, kissing my cheek.

In total, I had picked out four jerseys, a gold logo pendant, team bracelets, a duffle bag, an authentic titanium necklace and matching earrings, a Beat LA t-shirt and tank top, a hoodie, three caps, a Pablo Sandoval bobblehead, an autographed baseball, a wall pennant, a framed, autographed photo of Barry Zito, a thumb drive, a skin for my laptop, an iPhone case, various patches and pins, a foam finger, a foam 'K', a stuffed panda wearing a Giants jersey that read 'Pandoval' on the back, a whole bunch of different tees and t-shirts, a windbreaker jacket because I've been warned that it was freezing cold when it got dark, a flashlight, a computer mouse, a fathead, a woolly throw, and much, much more. John and I had to control ourselves from bursting out in laughter when we saw the look on the cashier's face at the sight of all the stuff I'd picked out.

"I wonder what your dad's going to think when we drop these off at his apartment," laughed John, as we walked towards Dad's place, which was extremely close by. We had also gotten strange looks from passing people and even the security guard when we entered the apartment building.

"Hey Dad!" I greeted happily, dropping all of the stuff on the ground and tackling him with a hug. It's been ages since I'd last saw my dad.

"Woah! Hey there, kiddo," said my dad, "looks like you did quite a bit of shopping over there." He said, pointing over to the bags of Giants merchandise.

"Just some pre-game preparation," I assured him, picking up my stuff, "Oh yeah, Dad? This is my new friend, John Hennigan. John, meet my dad."

Dad took John's hand and shook it friendlily, "It's very nice to meet you, young man. Now how did you and my daughter meet in the first place?"

"We met after she got drafted to Smackdown, Mr. Lincoln," replied John, "your daughter is an extremely wonderful person, sir."

"Oh stop being nice," I said to John, embarrassed.

"This young man just complimented you, young lady. I think you should be flattered," said my dad, helping me bring in our nearly endless supply of Giants merchandise, "how were you able to afford all of this?" He asked, surprised.

"I took care of it, sir," replied John, "but don't worry, she doesn't have to pay me back. It's a treat to her from me."

"Be thankful that your boyfriend's paying for all that stuff, missy," teased Dad.

"He's not my boyfriend, Dad!" I protested. I glanced up at John and he was raising his eyebrows skeptically.

"Son, you can go put these in that spare bedroom that used to be Katharyn's," Dad instructed John.

"Oh, and now Kyle uses it?" I asked, pretending to be offended.

"Speaking of your brother, he's done a lot for you with those signs," said Dad, "you're lucky that he's here to help you make your signs for tonight's game."

"Where is he, anyway?" I asked Dad.

"He's gone to Union Square to buy some stuff for your mother."

"Kath? May I use your bathroom please?" came John's voice from inside the spare bedroom that once belonged to a teenaged me.

"Go ahead," I called back to him.

I turned around and realized that my dad was smiling at me with the same skeptical look as John's earlier.

"You guys are really close, huh?" he asked. I nodded.

"Good, because I like that young man. He's very polite, has good manners and considerate guest etiquette," said Dad, "I'm surprised you two aren't a couple yet. To be fully honest with you kid, I like him a lot more than Cody."

"How come?"

"I think it's because that John's a lot more mature than Cody, he brings out a certain vibe that makes him seem like a true gentleman," said Dad, "you know Katharyn, I always pictured you with a guy like John – a caring, protective, and loving gentleman who always puts you before himself under any circumstances. I can already picture the two of you getting together and having my grandchildren."

"Dad!" I groaned embarrassingly, hoping that John hadn't heard what he had just told me.

John and I spent an hour or two relaxing at my Dad's apartment, playing Top Trumps with each other and even getting into a game of UNO with Dad and my brother Kyle, who returned fifteen minutes after we started playing Top Trumps.

We soon realized that it was nearly time for us to leave for the ballpark if we wanted to get the Beat LA towels in time. John and I changed into our Giants gear – jersey, foam finger, cap, necklace and several slogan posters for me – and left, bidding goodbye to Dad and Kyle on our way out. It was only 4.45pm. The game didn't start till 7.15pm and there were already people lining up to go in to the stadium. Luckily John and I were amongst the first 20,000 people to get the Beat LA towel from the free giveaway. On our way in, we bought some programmes and snacks and made our way to our seats.

I couldn't stop smiling throughout the whole time, from when we left Dad's apartment to when we got to our seats, the best seats in the house, which were the Bullpen Box, a front row field level view of the baseball field. We saw that the Dodgers players were practicing their batting, and I could clearly make out a huge crowd of people in the stands, booing and taunting the Dodgers extremely loudly. I wonder how the Dodgers players are able to concentrate with all the Giants fans on the stands trying to distract them from their batting practice. Frankly, I'm not surprised that any balls that went flying into the bleachers were tossed back onto the field by passionately devoted Giants fans. The rivalry between the San Francisco Giants and the Los Angeles Dodgers was one of the oldest in the history of baseball, so it's no surprise that the feud between the two teams has lasted on till today.

I watched as the Dodgers pitcher, Clayton Kershaw, tossed the ball for a batter that had the last name 'Theriot' and the number '13' on the back of his jersey. He walked off the pitching mound to take a break along with his partner, but instead of heading straight to the Dodgers' bullpen, he began walking towards me. I noticed that I seemed to have caught his eye, because now Kershaw was looking straight at me and was pointing me out to his teammate, who turned around and also gave me the same look Kershaw had on his face. He whistled at me flirtatiously and I swore I saw Kershaw mouth to me, "Heya babe."

I turned and looked at John, who was returning me with the same strange look I had on my face.

"Now where do I know you from, gorgeous?" said Kershaw flirtatiously, leaning his arm over the handlebars in front of us.

"KERSHAW! THERIOT! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TWO CLOWNS DOING? QUIT FLIRTING WITH THE FEMALE FANS AND GET BACK TO PRACTICE!" yelled the Dodgers coach angrily from the dugout.

What female fans? There are only Giants fans here, thank you very much, Mr Dodgers Coach Person. And it wasn't like I chose to distract Kershaw and his teammate or anything. I was just sitting there watching them practice and silently cursing them in my head.

Obviously we had two hours till the game started, so John decided to strike up a conversation with me and ask about how I became interested in baseball.

"Whenever my family and I went to the States for the summer, we'd always watch a baseball game with the San Francisco Giants playing in them, because my dad grew up in San Francisco despite also being half-British on his mom's side," I began, "my favorite player at the time was Barry Bonds until he got involved in that huge controversy. I always looked forward to every single game, because my dad owned a share of the San Francisco Giants at that time and always got us some of the best seats. When I went to go live with him when I was sixteen, he'd buy season tickets and we'd watch every single game in the luxury suites. But I've never sat in the bullpen box before, because for some reason he can never get them to be available for us despite calling months in advance. I even got to meet the team for my seventeenth birthday because my dad went to school with the coach, Bruce Bochy. Speaking of which, how did you get the bullpen box seats in the first place anyway?"

"One of my buddies is in charge of the ticketing company that sells tickets for Giants games," said John, "and I wanted to take you out to see the game with the best tickets I could possibly get. I just happened to call at a convenient time when two people decided to move their seats to behind the batter and catcher, and so my friend was able to pull some strings and get these seats for us. You told me how much you loved the San Francisco Giants about three months ago and I asked my friend to get those tickets for us."

"But how did you know when we were coming to San Francisco?" I asked, puzzled.

"Teddy Long," he replied.

"You did this all for me?" I asked happily.

"I'd do anything to make you happy, love," said John, kissing me sweetly on the cheek and then on the forehead.

45 minutes before the game started, I noticed that the Giants players had come out and started THEIR batting and pitching practice. I couldn't help but let out a squeal when I saw Barry Zito emerging from the bullpen. Yes, I'm guilty for crushing on one of the Giants' pitchers. I've had a crush on him since I got to meet him in the Giants bullpen on my seventeenth birthday. My dad actually told him I thought he was the cutest pitcher. Thanks a lot, Dad. I hope he doesn't remember that at all. I immediately pulled out my slogan posters. I hung up the one that read 'Unleash the Zito Bomb'.

"'Unleash the Zito Bomb'?" said John, laughing extremely hard in his seat, "I sure wonder if he'll notice your poster."

"I kinda hope so," I replied, "but then again, I used to have this massive crush on him and I don't want to distract him from his play."

"Can I see your other posters?" he asked. I handed them to John. His laugh only got more and more cheerful as he read each slogan.

Oh, just so you know, I made different individual posters for a few of the Giants players, like for Aubrey Huff, 'Aubrey is My Huff Daddy', for Buster Posey, 'Posey for President', for Pablo Sandoval, 'Everybody Was Kung-Fu Panda-ing', for Andres Torres 'Andres the Giant', Zito's 'Zito Bomb' one, as well as one that read 'GIANTS DODGERS'. Don't you ever wonder how I come up with these innovative slogans?

Finally, after what felt like forever of waiting, it was time for the game to begin. Much to my delight, the player pitching for the Giants tonight was none other than my former crush Barry Zito. I cheered loudly as I lifted up the sign I'd made specifically for Zito. John pretended to look jealous.

For the first three innings, neither team had scored yet, and it was constantly strikeouts back and forth between each team. Zito had struck out six players from the opposing team, only seven more till everyone here gets free hotdogs from Safeway. You see, there's this thing in AT&T Park if the Giants strikeout 13 players from the opposing team, everyone in the arena gets a free pack of hotdogs. So far, the record's only reached twelve, when Zito and closer Brian Wilson struck out a total of twelve players when the Giants were playing against the New York Mets about a month ago.

Then, at the top of the fourth inning, the Dodgers scored, much to my (and the entire stadium's) dismay. The player named Kemp had hit a single home run, scoring a run for his team. The ball that had landed in the bleachers was thrown back onto the field by angry Giants fans. Unfortunately for the Giants, we were unable to score any runs at the bottom of the fourth.

It wasn't till the bottom of the fifth when anything exciting had really happened. The bases were loaded with Travis Ishikawa, Andres Torres, and Aubrey Huff, with the Giants' Most Valuable Player, rookie catcher Buster Posey at bat. The Dodgers were currently in the lead with 2-0, with another Dodgers player scoring for his team before sacrificing the other two runners with a double play. The whole arena was chanting, 'BEAT LA' and 'LET'S GO POSEY'. I was literally on my feet, lifting up the 'Posey for President' sign as high up as I could. John decided to help by taking the sign from me and lifting it up himself, seeing that he was nearly eight inches taller than me. The people sitting next to us actually asked if they could hold up the signs for us, which we were more than happy to let them do so.

Kershaw threw a fastball that looked as though it was going to be a strike, but Posey swung with the bat with all the force he could muster, and the ball went flying towards the furthest seats, the seats just above McCovey Cove. The whole arena screamed and jumped to their feet, dancing around and cheering as loudly as they could when the ball landed in McCovey Cove. This was Posey's first Splash hit of his entire career. This was one of the rare grand slams of his career. The crowd had gone wild. San Francisco had scored four runs just like that. Kershaw looked rather frustrated at Posey's feat.

The Dodgers were obviously not playing well that night. Zito struck out another three players in the next inning and successfully picked off a player who attempted to steal second base while he wasn't looking. And then in the bottom of the seventh, with Freddy Sanchez on third base and Buster Posey on second, Pablo Sandoval hit a double, allowing his teammates to score for the team. After the eighth inning, with twelve strikeouts, Zito took a break and was replaced by closer Brian Wilson. The Giants were now in the lead 8-3. If Wilson was able to strike out all three, or if the Giants were able to successfully catch flying balls and get three outs, they'd win the game.

By now, every single person in the arena was on his or her feet. I was literally bobbing on my toes, jumping up and down with the 'GIANTS DODGERS' sign in my hand. The Giants had gotten two players out and now it was down to Kershaw, the pitcher, the weakest batter in the line-up. Just one more strikeout till we win the game, and our free hotdogs.

Ball… (the audience boos)

…Strike… (the audience cheers)

…Ball… (the audience boos)

…Ball… (the audience boos even louder)

…Strike… (the audience cheers)

This was it. If Wilson strikes out Kershaw, it's all over for the Dodgers, and it's a victory for us Giants fans.

Everyone was stomping their feet, screaming wildly, chanting 'STRIKE HIM OUT, STRIKE HIM OUT, STRIKE HIM OUT, STRIKE HIM OUT'. Wilson, the pressure building up on him with an audience of more than forty-thousand watching him at this very moment, hurls the ball at Kershaw…

…who swings the bat, hoping to get a hit…

(drumroll)

…STRIKE!

I screamed as loudly as I could, jumping and dancing around along with the other forty-something thousand fans around me. The Giants had won the game, 8-3. John and I were cheering for the Giants' victory over their treacherous rivals, the Dodgers, along with the other forty thousand people in attendance. The game was over. Now it was time for the fireworks.

Just then, a security guard came up to John and I. "Are you Miss Katharyn Lincoln?" the guard asked me.

I nodded. John looked extremely confused, "Is there something you need from us, sir?" asked John.

"You two come with me, the team manager wants to see you," said the man, motioning for us to get up and follow him.

We were led away from the bleachers and entered through a door that was closed off to the general public. I gasped when the guard opened the door to reveal the entire Giants roster hanging out in their bullpen.

"Hey, Miss Lincoln!" greeted Bruce Bochy, the Giants' manager, shaking John's hand and giving me a warm hug, "your father called me up this morning to inform me that you were watching tonight's game by the special bullpen seats your friend got for you. It's been a while since you've come in here, sweetheart."

I felt myself blush as every single Giants player turned and looked at me. My face turned even redder when I noticed my former pitcher crush, Barry Zito, staring at me with a smile on his face.

"Hey, I know you," he said, walking towards me slowly, "it's a pleasure to see you again, Miss Katharyn. I remember our first meeting very clearly," He greeted, taking my hand and kissing it. I blushed even harder as the other players went 'oooooohhhhhh'.

Oh God, Zito. Don't you ever remind me of how my dad announced my then-massive crush on you in front of the entire team three years ago.

"You two have met before?" asked John curiously.

"Three years ago," I told him, "on my seventeenth birthday, when my dad took me out to watch a game where the Giants were playing San Diego."

"I saw Kershaw trying to flirt with you earlier while they were practicing their pitches and bats," said Zito, "frankly I'm not surprised, after all, you are very pretty."

I couldn't help but blush a brilliant pink while John's face twitched slightly from jealousy.

"I recognize you from somewhere," said Freddy Sanchez to John, "aren't you a wrestler in the WWE?"

"Yup, that's me," said John, "and no, I'm not John Cena. I'm the other one. As in John Morrison."

"No wonder, you looked really familiar to me," Andres Torres added in, "can Freddy and I get your autograph?"

I laughed this time. It was funny how we were meeting the Giants and they were asking for John's autograph.

"This little lady here works for the company too," said Bochy, "don't know if any of you guys pay attention to the women's matches, but she's one heck of a fighter."

"Awesome," said Zito, "next time, remind me to watch Friday Night Smackdown on Syfy."

"Did you make those posters?" asked Aubrey Huff, pointing to the six or seven slogan posters John was holding in his hand that Kyle had helped me make for the game. I nodded and let them take a look.

"So you were that chick with all the different posters," said Buster Posey, smiling at the one made especially for him, the one that read 'Posey for President'.

"Haha, I love mine," said Zito, "you guys should put 'Unleash the Zito Bomb' on my intro/at bat video."

"Mine's better than yours," said Pablo Sandoval, who was reading his, the one that read 'Everybody Was Kung-Fu Panda-ing".

"Awww, how come I don't get one?" asked closer Brian Wilson, pretending to be upset.

"And what's yours going to say?" asked Juan Uribe.

"How about 'Save Us, Wilson'?" suggested Tim Lincecum.

"Sweetheart, next time you should design our jerseys," said Wilson.

"Oh my God, I can't stop laughing at this," said Aubrey Huff, who had obviously read his slogan poster, "Seriously can we keep these?"

"Sure," I replied happily.

"In exchange for those posters we could all take pictures with you and John and sign the jersey that you're wearing," suggested Matt Cain.

It was really fun spending the entire time hanging out with the Giants in the bullpen. Zito even took out his guitar and played a song for me. I think I took more pictures with the Giants players than of the game itself. I felt like the luckiest girl in the world, watching the fireworks from the bullpen with John standing behind me, his arms wrapped around my waist and my head leaning against his chest, as well as the rest of the Giants players keeping us company.

August 10th, 2010: I'll Never Leave You

By the time we left AT&T Park, it was at least an hour till midnight. The crowds had finally cleared and we could hear the distant echoes of ecstatic Giants fans celebrating the team's win against the Dodgers. I could make out the sound of people chanting 'Giants beat LA, Giants beat LA'.

John and I continued walking along the Embarcadero before finding a grassy area situated right in front of the Bay Bridge. We just sat on the grassy patch, cuddled in each other's arms, gazing into each others' eyes. I felt my heart skip as I saw the twinkle in John's beautiful brown eyes. He ran a finger through my hair and brought the back of his hand down to my cheek, stroking it gently and lovingly.

"Did you have a good time, love?" he asked softly.

"Oh yes," I replied, "I had the most amazing night of my life, John. I can never thank you enough for doing all of this for me."

"Well technically I didn't arrange for you to meet the Giants team again," said John, "but I am so happy you had a great time. I did this all for you because I love to see you happy. When I see you feeling happy and having a great time, it makes me feel the exact same way. I loved watching you have the time of your life at the baseball game, Katharyn. I really did. As a matter of fact, I want to thank you."

"Me? Why?"

"Because you gave me the night of my life," said John, "I love to see you having a blast, love, and seeing you enjoy that baseball game made me happy. And seeing you having fun makes me feel so alive. Katharyn, I have to tell you something. You are the sweetest, the sexiest, the kindest, the bubbliest, the most unique, and the most beautiful woman I have ever met in my life. You've made me see the bright sides of life and you've lit up my world. You've brought charm and fun into my life with your loving personality. The sound of your voice makes me rejuvenate my energy. Katharyn, no woman has ever made me feel this way before. You've brought me to the sides of life I had never seen before. Whenever we're together, I've never felt happier before." John held my hands and brought his face in closer till the tips of our noses were touching. "I can't stop thinking about you. I can't divert myself to anything else for even one second of my life. Wherever I go, you're the only thing that's on my mind, love. Katharyn, you also see the real me. Not The Shaman of Sexy I portray on TV. Me. John Hennigan, not John Morrison. I can talk to you about anything I want, from what I like to what I think and the problems that I'm dealing with. Unlike Melina, you completely understand what I'm going through and are willing to help me out anytime. The thing is, Katharyn. You never put yourself before anyone else, and I want to thank you for doing that. When I first saw you, I thought you were the most gorgeous woman I had ever seen in my life. When we first met, I thought I had died and gone to heaven and you became my guardian angel, my protector, my goddess." He gazed into my eyes lovingly, cupping my cheeks with the palms of his hands, moving his lips closer than they had been before…

"I can never thank you enough for making my life complete, love," he whispers, "I can't seem to control myself from doing the only thing I wanted to do ever since I met you for the first time. Please, just stop me."

"John," I whispered.

I closed my eyes slowly, feeling his hot breath blowing against my skin. I could literally feel my heart trying to burst out of my chest. It felt as though time had slowed down to a snail's pace…

Before I realized it, the touch of John's soft lips had met mine. I felt the rush accelerating through my blood stream, and the heat completely taking over my already pink face. John's thumbs circled my cheeks, caressing them gently. I moaned his name softly in pleasure as he moved one of his hands down to my jaw, smoothly stroking it before doing the same to the side of my neck. With instinct, I laid my hands on his chest. The fireworks inside of me were exploding wildly. An angelic chorus was singing in my head. The world around me had stopped moving. Oh, how I craved more for John's sweet touch. I wanted this sweet kiss to last forever.

I wasn't thinking of Cody. In fact, I didn't even want to think about Cody at that moment. All I wanted right now was John Hennigan.

We held the most amazing kiss of my life for five minutes or so, and released to take a breath. Our lips slowly parted, our eyes still locked onto each other's, our noses nuzzling affectionately.

"Wow," gasped John. He laid another tender kiss on my lips.

Suddenly, I realized what I was doing, and I let go of the kiss. "Oh no, Cody," I gasped, suddenly remembering my strong morals on commitment and unfaithfulness.

I clutched my forehead, I ran my hand through my hair, my emotions changing from lovestruck to panic. Oh no, I kissed a man whilst dating another.

"What's wrong, love?" asked John, pulling me into his arms.

"I shouldn't have done that," I breathed, "I shouldn't have done that. I kissed you. And I'm dating Cody at the same time. God I'm such a fucking hypocrite."

"You're not a hypocrite, love."

"John, remember I told you I was a huge believer in commitment and faithfulness?" I asked. He nodded. "I was worried that Cody was sneaking around with other girls behind my back, and I'm the one who's kissing another man who's not him. Please tell me I'm a fucking hypocrite."

"Love, don't bash yourself over one kiss," said John, taking my face with his gentle hands, "if it's anyone you should blame it's me. If you still want to be with Cody, tell me to my face that you don't care about me anymore and don't feel the same way I do, and I'll leave you alone, never talk to you again, and never bother you again."

I looked away as tears began to well up in my eyes. John brought my face to turn it so that I was facing him directly.

"No," I replied shakily, "no. John, I can't do that. I can't. It would a crime to leave you just like that. I can't tell you that. I won't tell you that. Please don't leave me."

John let out a sigh of relief, and pulled me into a breathtaking hug. He pressed his lips against mine once again.

"I'll never leave you, love. I'll never leave you."

YAY! I HAS FINALLY FINISHED THIS CHAPTER AFTER 5 DAYS OF WORKING ON IT! *dances around in circles* Now that that's taken care of, expect more to happen in the next couple of chapters...

John and Katharyn sitting in a tree...