"Thank you so much for agreeing to watch Eva today," Vivi thanked Sean as he came through the door. "We know that she has a tendency to be overwhelming sometimes, so it's great to have someone who's willing to stay with her for the whole day. We should be back from the wedding later tonight."

"All right," Sean replied. "I hope you two enjoy yourselves."

"We'll try," King said dryly. "The people who are getting married are exceptionally boring. You wouldn't be able to stand them if you met them."

"Oh, they aren't so bad!" Vivi told him. "And you don't even have to do anything but sit in your chair and watch the whole thing." She paused. "And not get drunk at the reception."

"Damn," King sighed. "So close."

"Is Sean here yet?" Eva called.

"Yes," Vivi replied as Sean prepared himself and Eva ran in and pounced on him.

"You wanna tell your parents goodbye before they go?" He asked her as she clung to him. "You're not gonna see them probably until sometime tomorrow."

"Oh, all right," she said and reluctantly let him go to hug both her parents. "Bye Mommy. Bye Daddy," she told them and headed right back to Sean.

King and Vivi looked at their daughter with indulgence, ruffled her hair, and then went on their way. When they were gone, Eva said to Sean, "What will we do now?"

"I don't know," Sean replied. "What do you wanna do?"

"I don't know," Eva shrugged. "Can we go see Mary?"

"Sure we could," Sean agreed. "But first we need to head to my house real fast."

"Why?" Eva wanted to know.

"I have to talk to someone," Sean explained. "The lady that's doing my decorating. I told you about her."

"The one you want to be kissing?" Eva asked sourly.

"Yes, her," Sean nodded. "And since it would be cruel and irresponsible to leave you in the car during this little trip, you'll have to come inside with me. If you run into Sheila, I want you to be civil to her, do you understand me? That means no being mean or doing magic on her."

"Oh, okay," Eva sighed. "I won't."

"Good," Sean nodded, even though he didn't have high hopes. He took her hand and led her out to his car (which he enjoyed driving much more than just popping from place to place, unless it was an emergency), getting her inside and driving to his house where Sheila met him and Eva at the door.

"And who's this precious creature?" Sheila asked Sean when she saw Eva. "You didn't tell me you had a child. Is that why you're doing this remodel? So she can move in?"

"Her?" Sean asked. "Oh, for the love of god, no. I'm just watching her for the day. She lives somewhere else."

"Oh!" Sheila smiled and pushed some of her curly blonde hair out of her eyes. "Okay, sorry. I didn't know."

"It's okay," Sean replied. "So…what do we have in store for today?"

"Paint colors for the wall. Let's start with the kitchen." Sheila replied and brought him a book. "What do you think?"

"I don't know," Sean replied. "There are so many options." He looked at Eva. "Which one would you pick? As long as it's not pink."

Eva studied the colors and put her finger on a bright and sunny yellow. "I pick that one," she said. "I like it."

"What do you think, Sean?" Sheila asked.

"I don't mind yellow," Sean replied. "It's okay." Eva then picked green for the living room and aquamarine for the library. She then asked Sean where he kept the stuffed dog she'd given him.

"It's in my room," Sean replied. "But you're not allowed in there," which led Eva to pout.

Then Sheila looked at her watch and announced she had another appointment to get to and promised she would come by with painters and paint colors ASAP. When she was gone, Sean let out a breath. "I'm gonna have a really colorful house, aren't I?" He remarked.

"I hope you like all my colors," Eva said quietly.

"Of course I do!" Sean replied. "I wouldn't have let you pick them if I didn't. And thank you for behaving around Sheila."

"You're welcome," Eva nodded. "Can we go see Mary or something now?"

"Sure," Sean said. "Why not?"

Mary ended up not being home cause she was doing stuff with Liam, so then Eva suggested that they go visit her grandparents.

"I don't know about that," Sean replied, having heard about Klaus from Mary and feeling very nervous.

"Don't even be worried," Eva urged. "It will be fine!"

It took them awhile to get to Klaus and Amy's cause Eva was terrible with directions, and Eva couldn't help but glory in the stunned look on Rosalie's face when she came in with Sean's hand in hers. And although Eva's mood had mostly been pleasant, it quickly turned sour when she noticed Rosalie trying to be nice to Sean.

"Hi," she said with a smile. "I'm Rosalie, and I think you're cute!"

"Stop it!" Eva cried and gave Rosalie a push. "You can't say that. It's bad!"

"It's also bad to push people just because they make you mad," Sean replied. "It's all right, Eva. I can take a compliment. You don't have to worry about me. It's not like I'm unused to compliments on my looks by small children."

Eva huffed as he turned his attention back to Rosalie and told her that he thought she was pretty too.

"Uh-oh," Amy whispered to Klaus. "I think that round two of the Eva-Rosalie fights are coming on."

"What do you think we should do?" Klaus asked.

"Think of something to distract our daughter," Amy whispered, leaning a little too close so that her lips were against his ear. "Offer to take her to the bar."

"Okay," Klaus whispered, closing his eyes. "But you and I are going to have to spend some time alone after, cause whatever you're doing to my ear, I like it!"

"Of course you do," Amy replied. "But I didn't do it on purpose, though."

"Yeah," Klaus nodded. "Right." Then he gave her a wink. "Sure you didn't." He then rose from the couch and said, "Rosalie, why don't you come to the bar with me?"

"No thank you," Rosalie shook her head. "I would like to stay here."

"Well, I understand that, but your mother and I are afraid that if you do, it will cause a fight, so I think you and I should go." Klaus said.

"Or I could take you," Amy suggested. "Then Eva can hang out with her grandpa. It's been some time since we did something."

"We went to play group yesterday," Rosalie reminded her mother.

"But that's not the only time we're allowed to spend together," Amy pointed out. "Let's go to the library."

"Oh, okay," Rosalie sighed. "But why does Eva get to hang out with Daddy and the pretty boy? It's just not fair."

"Well, neither is life," Amy pointed out. "I'm sorry."

They left and Klaus said to Sean, "Just who are you, anyway?"

"This is Sean, Grandpa!" Eva said. "He's Mary's brother!"

"You did know that Mary was adopted, right?" Sean asked Klaus.

"Yes, I knew," Klaus nodded. "So you're a…warlock. Is that right?"

"Yes," Sean nodded. "Exactly." He then zapped Klaus a drink and Klaus smiled.

"Well, isn't that nice?" He observed before taking a swig.

They hung out with him for a little bit and then Sean took Eva to the zoo and a few other places.

When they got home, Eva said, "Can we watch TV? The cartoons are on!"

"I don't think you should watch cartoons," Sean replied. "Wouldn't you rather expand your brain?"

"How?" Eva asked.

Sean then zapped up some French flashcards and he and Eva practiced numbers, months, and basic conversation. Sean was surprised by how much skill she showed, and Eva said, "My mommy and I practice French. And sometimes, Daddy helps." When King and Vivi arrived home around eleven, Eva was still awake.

"Bon soir!" She cried, running to hug them more enthusiastically than she had in the morning.

"Well, bon soir to you too," King replied.

"I know she's supposed to be in bed right now," Sean apologized. "But she was just doing so well that I couldn't make myself stop teaching her French to send her to sleep."

"It's all right," Vivi assured him. "As long as neither of you are dead and the house is still standing, there's no problem."

"Good," Sean replied. "If you don't need me for anything else, I think I'll get on my way."

"All right," Vivi nodded. "Thanks again for your help."

Eva gave him one last hug and then he went on his way. She then let her parents tuck her into bed, got a firm grip on Sean the teddy bear, and went to sleep.