A/N: I'm sorry this has taken awhile to update, but between four papers and an exam or two I'm afraid there just hasn't been the time. The baseball game and its outcome were for Jemma! Also, I know it is so cliché but I couldn't help myself. 

Later in the afternoon Albus and Minerva finally emerged from their hotel room for a walk in central park. It was a beautiful summer day, a little warm, but they really didn't take much notice. Walking hand in hand they wandered around the park until they came upon a baseball game. Albus pulled Minerva's hand indicating that he wanted her to stop, and turning toward her said "Love, I must confess I have something else planned for tomorrow. I managed to get some tickets to a Muggle sport called Baseball, and I think this is what they are playing."

"Do you know anything about the sport, darling," Minerva asked as she looked upon the men and women who were playing a pick up game.

"I did a little research. Ok these three back here,"

"The one's closest to us?"

"Yes, love. They are the outfielders, right left and center. Now those in front of them..."

"Infielders I would imagine,"

"Always the quick one," Albus replied turning to smile at Minerva. Looking up at him she graced him with a smile of her own before turning back to the game.

"Ok and the one on the mound is the pitcher. The guy with the piece of wood in his hand, known as a bat, is the batter. The pitcher throws the ball to him, and he tries to hit it. If he misses three times then he's out. Three outs and they switch sides,"

"So the guys hitting become the guys out here," Minerva asked staring intently at the field.

"Yes, ok you also have to run around those bases and back home to score one run. If you hit the ball and it is caught without touching the ground the batter is out, and if the ball is thrown to the guys on the bases before the runner gets there he is out."

Minerva looked up at Albus with a raised brow, "Quidditch seems easier, Albus, but I suppose this could be fun."

They stayed there until the game was over just watching the players, and trying to learn something about the game before they went to one the next day. Sweaty from the heat Albus helped Minerva wash her back in the shower, which took longer than usual. Spending the night in much the same way they spent the morning the couple woke up very happy, and ready to head to Yankee stadium.

Minerva clung tight to Albus as they made their way through the crowds of people on the subway, and near the stadium to their seats. Looking around Minerva did wonder how Albus got these seats, "Albus how did you manage these seats. They look to be quite good."

"Only the best for you, my love," was Albus' reply. Minerva rolled her eyes, and made a slight gagging sound.

"No, really Albus how?"

Leaning in to whisper in her ear he said, "Well I must say being considered the greatest wizard of the age does have its advantages." Leaning back up he kissed her on the cheek and winked. Minerva simply shook her head.

"My dear I'm going to go get some food, and I insist you try those American Hot Dogs. You stay right here, safe my seat, and I'll be back as soon as I can." When he left Minerva turned to look at the field, and the stands. If only quidditch pitches could seat this many people, think of what the games would be like then. Lost in her thoughts she never saw the seats fill in around her. The girl on Minerva's left accidentally hit her with her purse while sitting down jogging Minerva from her reverie.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," the girl spoke.

"That is quite alright no harm done," Minerva said and was about to turn away when the girl spoke again, "Wait are you British? I love British accents, say something, please!!"

Minerva looked at the girl like she had gone insane, "I'm Scottish actually, and I don't just go around saying words so my accent may be admired."

The girl seemed to have missed the obvious tone in Minerva's voice, because she continued, "Scotland...is that the place with the leprechauns, and red hair...but you don't have red hair, are you one of the plaid people...you know always wear plaid?"

Minerva was outraged, and tried her best not to loose her temper. "Scotland is a great country that is part of the United Kingdom of Great Britain. We are not famous for red hair, or leprechauns. The material to which you speak is tartan, and each clan has their own. I most certainly am not a plaid person, as you so eloquently put it." While most seemed to shrink under Minerva's gaze, and her tone of voice this child was not one of them.

"Say ball."

"Excuse me," Minerva asked hoping she was mistaken.

"Please say ball," the girl said it again leaning forward.

"I will most certainly not! I do not go around-"

"Minerva is something wrong," Albus asked arriving just in the nick of time.

Turning to ignore the girl Minerva said, "I'll explain later, Albus. What all have you got," she asked noticing the large pile in his arms.

"Well, love, here is your hot dog with only a little on it. Mine's got everything I just couldn't choose. Something to drink for each of us, and chocolate is always good," he answered her grinning from ear to ear.

"You are so much like a little boy, Albus. Now wear are my eating utensils," Minerva asked sweetly.

"Minerva you eat it with your hands, like this," and Albus proceeded to mimic a bite out of his hot dog.

"Albus Dumbledore you cannot be serious? I never eat with my hands!" Minerva exclaimed outraged.

"My love, you have to. It is the only way. Please, just this once. We don't know anybody here, please," he pleaded giving her a pitiful expression.

Sighing Minerva relented, and took a small cautious bite of her hot dog. Chewing very slowly she finally swallowed. Albus was watching intently hoping she liked what she just ate. He didn't really want to face her temper if she did not, especially after things had been going so well.

"Well," he asked when she gave him no answer.

Taking another bite, bigger, she simply nodded. Laughing Albus began eating his own food. The game had started by now, and when Albus finished eating he had his toppings all over the corners of his mouth.

"Oh, Albus," Minerva said between giggles.

"What," Albus asked looking oddly at his lover.

Trying to regain her composure Minerva took one of the napkins and came took his face in one of her hands, "Love you have your lunch all over your face. Here, let me help you." Minerva slowly removed the food, and then lightly kissed Albus on the cheek.

"There much better." Still staring at each other neither noticed they were on the big screen in the stadium until a woman behind them told them to look. Upon seeing herself on the screen Minerva turned a bright red and hid her face on the other side of Albus in his blocked off shoulder. The crowd started to chuckle at her shyness, and Albus realized the camera wasn't going to leave unless they kissed.

"Are we still up there, Albus," Minerva asked still concealing her face.

"Yes, love. It looks like we are going to have to kiss or it won't leave."

"You mean in front of all these people?" Minerva asked as her head shot up from his shoulder. Albus' only answer was to take her small face in between his hands, and place a light kiss on her lips. He pressed a little harder, and was surprised Minerva opened her lips inviting him to deepen the kiss, which he did of course. Sliding his tongue into her mouth he teased her with it before pulling out of the kiss. His ears were met with a disapproving little groan, and cheers from the crowd. Opening her eyes, and realizing were she was made Minerva blush all over again.

They spent the rest of the game holding hands, or leaning on one another as they watched the New York Mets beat the New York Yankees at Yankee Stadium. Minerva got caught up in the game, and found herself cheering and booing multiple times. Albus always chided her on whether she knew what she was even cheering for; which earned him a playful slap on the chest several times.

Getting back to their hotel had been an adventure of its own, but when they finally got back Minerva crashed on the sofa she was so exhausted. Albus on the other hand looked as if he was ready to go out again.

"My dear, why don't you take a little nap? I have something I need to do, and you can rest and then I can come pack with dinner. After that we can go to the Empire State building. I hear it is quite beautiful at night."

"Darling, I can go with you. Are you sure you want to go by yourself," Minerva asked half rising from the sofa. Albus gently pushed her back down with a soft kiss to her lips, "No I want you to rest. We leave tomorrow evening, and I want you rested for the rest of our trip. I'll be fine. You'll see. I love you!"

"I love you, too," Minerva mumbled as sleep claimed her.

Waking up a few hours later Minerva noticed Albus had already returned, and was setting dinner out on their coffee table. Assuring her none of her questions would be answered Albus convinced her to eat, and then set off for the Empire State Building. Albus had been right, it was beautiful. After walking around for a bit they stopped to gaze out over one spot. Minerva was leaning on Albus with her head on his shoulder, when he presented her with a bag from F.A.O Schwartz. Eyeing the bag cautiously she took it,

"Albus what's this?"

"Open it and see," was the only response he gave her.

Minerva carefully opened the bag to find a small box wrapped in generic paper. Picking the box up Minerva unwrapped it to find a Tiffany's box underneath the brown paper. Looking up at Albus Minerva said, "Albus..."

He jus smiled down at her and said, "Minerva..." Ignoring his remark she carefully opened the box, and gasped. The ring, the ring she had liked was right there. Before she could say anything Albus took the ring out of the box, and carefully placed it on her left ring finger.

Kissing her hand Albus said, "It was made for you, Love."

Minerva still couldn't believe it, she just looked from him to the ring and back again. Upon regaining her ability to speak she said, "But Albus it was so expensive."

Leaning down Albus whispered in her ear, "My love nothing is too expensive for you. It would be my highest honor to call you my wife, Minerva. Let me take care of you for the rest of our days, and let me shower you with the love and affection you deserve. Marry Me Minerva?"

Throwing her arms around his neck Minerva whispered in his ear, "Albus you have no idea how happy you have made me these past few days. I love you so much, and of course I'll marry you!"

Albus couldn't help it he picked Minerva up and swung her around, and for once in her life she didn't ask to be put back down. Drawing her to him for a heated kiss when he finally put her back down the couple sealed the deal. They stayed up on top of the Empire State Building for two more hours just taking in the sights, and holding each other tight. They wanted to make the best of their last hours in New York, but they weren't sad about leaving now that they had their future together to look forward to.

Ok an epilogue will follow!!