A/N: Soooo. Being sick and being on Christmas break means that I have loads of downtime, more than I ever want. So, I'm just gonna knock out this next chapter.

This chapter and is going to be mostly fluff. And it's gonna be similar to my experience as to becoming a Giants fan. ;)

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Love you all so much,

Chels.

Chapter Song: Save Me, San Francisco by Train.

"No city invites the heart to come alive as San Francisco does. Arrival in San Francisco is an experience in living."

~William Saroyan

Seth POV

"So, tell me, Sera," I said, chucking the baseball back at her, "Why do you like baseball so much?"

I was in the backyard of the Cullen house in mid-March. The air was still crisp, and there was still snow, but you could make out signs of spring. The leaves were beginning to sprout again on the trees, the birds beginning to chirp, the weather turning slightly warmer each day.

Sera's face turned thoughtful as she chucked it back. "I'm not sure. It's the only sport you'll let me play without wearing lots of pads," she joked.

"Haha, you're hilarious."

Sera grinned, and opened her mit for the ball. I pitched it back into her hand. Her eyebrows furrowed, and she stared at the baseball in her hand for a long moment. "I guess just what it represents," she finally said.

I raised my eyebrow. "What does it represent?"

Sera furrowed her eyebrows again. "The American dream. You know, spending the weekend playing catch with a werewolf."

I laughed. "The definition of the American dream right there."

She rolled her eyes. "I don't know. It's fun, and I think the spirit of baseball is the best. It's different from football or even soccer. Football...it's too angry. Lots of big men smashing themselves against each other. Soccer is like that too, except it likes to hide the fact that it's an angry sport by not having a lot of padding and not outright tackling each other. They think they make it better by saying they can't use their hands."

I was actually surprised by her logic. She continued. "Baseball...it's more friendly. There's different fans. It's just...American."

I had to admit that I agreed with her. Baseball in general was just a more inviting sport. "So that's why you like it so much?"

She smiled coyly. "That, and not having to wear lots of padding."

I shook my head at her. "It's for your own good!" I complained.

She snorted. "My skin is indestructable."

"No one's ever tested that theory," I reminded her.

"I'm sure they have, since Nahuel is 150 years old and has a scientist for a father," she countered.

I blinked. I should have known. "You know, you'd make a good lawyer." Sera would make an excellent lawyer. Her counters were hard as steel. I had a secret dream that one day she'd get into it with an actual lawyer, and see who would win in that case.

She grinned. "Or a baseball player." She made her point by chucking the ball at me harder than normal, and it actually hurt my hand.

"Dang, anger management," I muttered, pulling my hand out of my mit and shaking it out. Sera's trilling laugh filled the backyard.

Later, we walked back inside the house with her perched on my shoulders, laughing and comparing who threw the hardest. It was a bit harder to do, getting in through the door, because Sera looked closer to 6 or 7 now, and although she was still relatively short, she was still getting taller. Alice emerged in front of us, looking more excited than I think I have ever seen her.

"Guess what," she sang.

Sera and I exchanged a look. "What do you foresee, Sera?" I asked. I did this a lot whenever someone had so-called "good news" (i.e., Emmett with the "good news" about the newest vampire scent around the house, Bella with the "good news" that a special edition of a Jane Austen book is coming out).

Sera raised her eyebrow and looked at her mom thoughtfully. "I'm not sure, but I think it has something to do with shopping, which means I'm going to hate it," she grumbled.

Alice laughed. "Right and wrong," she said, "It has something to do with shopping, but you're not going to hate it."

"Did Saks close down?" Sera asked hopefully. I snorted. That would be the day.

Alice looked like Sera had punched her in the gut. "What? Of course not! That's...no!" Alice looked close to crying just with the thought of her precious Saks closing down.

Sera sighed. "Darn."

Alice placed a hand on her hip and stared at Sera. "Sometimes, I don't think you're my daughter. I mean, I, Alice Cullen, raised a little girl that hated shopping!" she scoffed.

Sera shook her head. "I just hate shopping. It's stupid..." Sera caught her mother's expression and winced.

Alice harrumphed. "Well, I still have good news. We're going to San Francisco!" Alice said excitedly.

That got Sera's interest. "Really? When? And why?"

Alice got a dreamy expression on her face. "Tomorrow. I just found out that Union Square is having a special runway show with all of the designer labels, and they're going to have the spring collection. So you, Rose, Japser, Nessie and I are going!"

Sera shook her head. "Seth too."

I blanched. "Um...do I have to?" Sera pinched me, and Emmett's booming laugh filled the air.

"Tough break, kid," Emmett called, watching the Rangers game. It was Rangers versus the White Sox, and the living room was tense. Edward and Nessie were die-hard White Sox fans, and Jasper and Emmett were all about the Rangers. They were screaming at the TV during every play. Jacob was sitting in the awkward middle, watching the four get really into the game, wearing his Mariners t-shirt and trying to be unbiased.

Alice rolled her eyes. "I don't see the point in baseball," she muttered.

"I don't see the point in shopping," Sera defended. "And Seth, you have to go! Don't leave me alone with her! I'm the only one who won't like shopping. Not even Aunt Bella is going, and Daddy is too used to going on shopping trips with Mom, so he's not going to understand me!" She jutted her lip out at me, and it made it really hard to refuse the painful shopping trip, even though I knew I would hate every second of being dragged into endless high end stores until I finally would become cross-eyed witth words like "Prada" and "Chanel."

I didn't even get a chance to respond when she continued her tirade. "Jacob, why aren't you going?" she demanded.

He held up his hands in defense, completely ignored by his wife and in-laws, who were too into the game and too focused at shouting at the umpire to notice him. "Hey, hey, I didn't have a say in this. I mean, Ness likes fashion and all that garbage..." Alice sucked in a breath, and Jacob winced.

"Garbage?" she shrieked, "It's the spring collection! And-and...Union Square! That's the ultimate shopping district of the northwest coast!" Alice held a hand over her heart.

I felt like Jake had hit a major nerve. I tried to be easier with my words. "Um, Alice, I won't be much fun..." The look on Sera's face made me trail off.

Sera jumped from my shoulders and onto the ground, and turned to face me. She looked absolutely crushed. "You won't come?" she whispered.

My body started to quiver with desperation. I tried my hardest to resist, knowing that I would get crap for being a pansy (namely from Embry) if I didn't, but I couldn't look away from her face. Her sapphire eyes bored into mine, her lip jutting out and quivering ever-so-slightly, her shoulders slumped...she looked heartbroken.

I pretty much felt like the biggest ass in the world.

Aw, screw it. Shopping couldn't be that horrible. Could it?

"Okay, fine," I said, finally giving in. Sera's face brightening made it worth the pain I would surely be going through on this trip.

Let me tell you, if you thought city traffic was bad, it's nothing compared to San Francisco traffic.

I had my arm protectively around Sera and I was clutching the window handle like it was the most beautiful thing I had ever beheld. And trust me, with this traffic, it was.

Sera curled her body into mine in an almost protective way too. Alice's city driving was like Nascar through the urban center.

Jasper turned to look at me. "Seth, your nerves are ruining the peaceful atmosphere," he told me.

What peace? I thought to myself. I'm sure that if I looked at myself in the mirror, I would be as white as a ghost, and if I removed my hand from the window handle, there would be an indent where my fingers were. "Please tell Alice to slow down," I begged to Jasper. He got a crooked smile on his face.

"Oh, quit worrying, Seth. You're worse than Bella was when she was human," Alice informed me. I stared wide-eyed at the obvious escaped mental patient driving this car.

"Where's the nearest psychiatric ward?" I muttered, mostly to myself, but Alice's trilling laugh filled the car. I wasn't quite embarrassed that she heard that.

"Well, from my research on my old life, I was in an asylum before I was turned," she said happily. I shook my head, but that movement along with the jostling in the car almost made me sick.

"Alice, you're going to kill us, or someone else," I tried to reason with her as she narrowly passed through an intersection with a crosswalk full of pedestrians.

She snorted. "Of course I won't. What kind of person do you think I am?"

"A crazy one," I emphasized.

Sera grabbed my hand. "We'll be okay, I don't think Mom would purposely kill us," she whispered.

I laughed without humor. "Nice try kiddo, but that doesn't make me feel better."

Sitting in the very back of the Suburban, Sera and I were getting the blunt of the jostling and turning. Rose and Nessie were sitting in the middle, Rosalie reading a magazine and Nessie listening to her iPod. I was too stressed out and a little too car sick to do something to distract myself.

Sera was absent-mindedly sketching her dream from last night. It was a picture of a tall woman with curly hair.

Then she began drawing a man. At first glance, I couldn't tell who it was. But a few minutes later, the details came together – his chin, his deep set eyes.

"Is that Embry?" I asked her.

She looked up at me. "Yeah. And that's Allegra." She pointed to the tall woman with curly hair.

I lifted up the sketchpad to get a better look. Allegra was actually quite beautiful. Her curly hair hung down to her small waist, her eyes sparkling, and her grin was a lot like Jake's, fun-loving. Embry had his arms wrapped around her, and they were laughing joyously. I noticed that his face was perfectly clear of anything he went through with Ness. My eyes widened at the sketch.

"Allegra?" I asked incredulously. She looked a lot like Nessie, but you could see Jake in her features. Nessie wasn't short, but she wasn't tall either. Allegra had to be close to 6 feet, especially standing next to Embry, if this picture was accurate, taking after her dad in that way.

Nessie turned around in her seat and pulled her earbuds out. "What are you guys talking about?"

"Can I show her the picture?" I asked Sera. She smiled and nodded at me. I passed Ness the picture.

Her mouth dropped in shock and awe. "Allegra looks so beautiful...and happy..."

She looked at Sera. "You saw her this happy?"

Sera smiled and nodded. "Allegra will be very happy when she's older."

Nessie didn't know what to say. She handed the sketchpad wordlessly.

Nessie stared at Sera in amazement, but Sera didn't notice. She simply looked at the picture ruefully.

"I wish I had color pencils," she grumbled, touching Embry's bicep with her forefinger a little sadly.

"I'll get you some if you want," I told her, playing with a strand of her hair.

She smiled at me, and continued to shade her picture in until it looked so realistic I almost thought it was a photograph.

We finally reached the hotel. I scrambled out of the Suburban, and I almost fell to the cement ground and kissed it. I would have to ask Nessie or Rosalie to drive next time.

Something about Jasper said he wouldn't be a much better driver than Alice, especially by the shit-eating grin he was giving me.

I shared a room with Sera, while Rosalie and Nessie shared another one, and Jasper and Alice had their own room. But room would be a bit of an understatement.

Suite was more like it.

It was like a palace. Our room was bigger than the entire downstairs of my old house. Gold draperies hung from the wall, next to the designer sheets and designer sofas with 1,000 thread count, the kind that made you want to curl up in a ball and never want to leave the bed you were so comfy.

I looked outside the window, and realized that we were in walking distance of Union Square.

No wonder we were living like royalty. We were in the upper district now.

We were in Alice Cullen territory.

I had barely put down my suitcases when Alice was already herding us out the door. "C'mon, you guys wanted to see San Francisco!"

"Alice, there's a difference from seeing San Francisco, and seeing San Francisco from a shop window," I told her.

Alice's face puckered. "Just a few stores. I promise."

I raised my eyebrow, not totally believing her, but nodded.

I shouldn't have trusted her.

Letting Alice loose on Union Square was like turning a hungry Doberman over to a piece of meat. I was shocked and a little scared.

First, we of course went into Saks. Sera and I sat on one of their ridiculous designer couches with the ridiculous real fur pillows while Rosalie, Nessie, and Alice shopped, talking about weird brands called Alexander whatever and Diane von Something. I thought it was stupid that the people who started these companies were so egotistical that they named high-end brands after themselves.

I looked outside, and the models were beginning to line up on Union Square. I sighed. They were only beginning to line up. Menaing we still had a long ways to go.

Sera was staring at one of the TV's, leaning on her hand watching with boredom as one of the many models walked down the catwalk for some egotistical brand. I nudged her. "You okay?"

She sighed and sat back up. "I don't get why they think this is fun," she said honestly.

We both simultaneously looked over at the trio. Rosalie emerged from the dressing room, wearing a sparkly ball gown which I didn't know when she would ever wear, but hey, if it floated her boat. The sales assosciate began clapping in appreciation and complimenting her.

"Aunt Rose is pretty," she said, sighing and looking down at her shoes. They weren't bright blue Converse; no, Alice wouldn't have let her daughter dress like that going into designer stores. She was wearing a pair of designer tennis shoes that I recognized were Chanel because of the logo and because Seraphina was complaining about her "stupid Chanel shoes." She was wearing black leggings, a denim skirt, and a dark blue blouse. I tested that new word out tentatively. Alice had explained her outfit to me when I asked her why Sera was wearing spandex pants, which proved how much I actually paid attention to fashion.

"You're prettier," I told her, putting my arm around her. I couldn't even see myself thinking out her like that (the thought kinda made me want to throw up in my mouth a little bit), but she was still prettier than any girl that ever existed.

She smiled and looked back down at her shoes. "I think you're just saying that."

I laughed out loud, earning a glare from a different sales associate. I grimaced, and tried to look anywhere except at the death glare. I felt so uncomfortable that I thought I was going to burst from my skin, which was a totally plausible event. "I think it's time we leave."

Sera looked at me with wide eyes. "Really?"

I nodded, and met eyes with Jasper, who looked like he was a statue, perpetually patient. He'd obviously been on many of these shopping trips. I waved him over.

"Yes?" he asked, approaching us.

"Can I take Sera out into the city? Leave Union Square for a little bit?" I asked.

I could feel Sera pleading silently with her eyes next to me, so I knew that it would all be over soon, especially with Jasper. Sera was a Daddy's girl, and she had him wrapped around all of her fingers and toes.

He sighed, and looked back at the girls, who were completely distracted. "Go for it."

I was actually a little surprised. "Really?"

He chuckled. "Seriously. Go for it. You two look miserable, and I agree. Sera should see what San Francisco looks like beyond Union Square."

He glanced over at Alice, who was wearing a red gown. His eyes got dreamy. "Be back whenever," he said dismissively, and glided over to his wife. He bent down and wrapped his hands around her waist, looking at her like she was a masterpiece of fine art.

I blinked and the turn of events. I thought he would turn us down for freedom. "Wow."

Sera was standing, hopping up and down with an exasperated expression, earning another glare from the mean sales associates. "Seth, please get me out of here," she begged.

I laughed and sat up, trying to be as conspicuous and annoying as possible for the crabby ladies. "Don't need to tell me twice."

When we finally let Saks, we practically ran away from Union Square. I counted at least 8 different high end stores that Alice would have surely taken us to, and I was suddenly liking my plan more and more.

We slowed when we reached Market Street. When I was twelve, my family and I took a trip to San Francisco, so I was familiar with the area. I had always remembered that Market Street was my favorite, because of all the sights and sounds of the people selling their stuff on the street.

Sera looked absolutely dazzled by all the different people walking around. San Francisco itself, among many things, was known for its wide variety of pedestrians, and it surely didn't disappoint. That was the first time I think Sera ever saw someone with pink hair.

My stomach was growling, so we hopped in a taxi and had them drive us to Fisherman's Wharf for a bowl of the world-famous clam chowder. My mouth was watering before we even got there.

Sera was smiling ear to ear as we walked hand-in-hand down the Wharf. We found a restaurant that sold the soup, so we got three bread bowls – two for me and one for her. She took one bite, and her eyes rolled back into her head. I had to stop myself from laughing at her expression.

"Oh my god," she moaned, "This is superb."

A young couple stopped and turned to Sera, a little girl that looked six and spoke with perfect diction, and used the word "superb." I motioned with my eyes to them for Sera, signalling she should "act her age," so to speak.

She grimaced. "Like, this is the freaking most awesomest thing I ever tasted," she gushed.

The couple seemed pleased, but obviously confused by this answer, and walked away. I sighed in relief.

"That good, huh?" I asked, finishing off my first bowl.

She nodded. "Why don't we have this in Washington?"

I laughed. "Because it's a San Francisco thing. Not even all of California has this."

She blinked, and looked at her soup. "I like San Francisco so far. Even Union Square isn't that bad when I don't have to shop."

I nodded. "I agree. I like the art they put up there."

They also had the Christmas Tree standing there every December. It was huge, and it was decorated, and it was beautiful.

After we finished our bread bowls and watched the beginning of the sunset, we continued to walk around the area. Somehow, we ended up on the topic of baseball again.

"What's your favorite team, Seth?" she asked, kicking a rock.

I smiled slyly. "The Mariners."

She rolled her eyes. "Figures."

"What?"

"That's the only team I've ever seen someone from Washington cheer for. They're not even that good."

I sucked in a shocked gasp and pretended to be offended. "They are too good!"

She raised her eyebrow at me. "How many times have they been to the World Series?"

I opened my mouth and closed it. The truth was too terrible. Zero times, the pitiful voice inside my head that rooted for the Mariners echoed.

She smirked. "Exactly." She picked up her rock and threw it, skipping across the ground more times than someone with normal strength could have done. She muttered "oops," and I was just thankful that no one was in sight. I then asked her the question I had been dying to know.

"Well, what's your favorite team?" I demanded.

She grinned. "Don't have one."

"Really?" I asked. No one just didn't have a favorite team.

"The house is divided. Daddy and Uncle Emmett like the Rangers, Nessie and Uncle Edward the White Sox. You and Jake like the Mariners. Aunt Rose and Aunt Bella like the Yankees. I don't choose sides."

"Bella likes the Yankees? And why does Edward like the White Sox?" I asked.

"I don't know why Aunt Bella likes the Yankees. Maybe to make Uncle Edward mad, I'm not sure. Uncle Edward likes the White Sox because he's originally from Chicago. Aunt Rose likes the Yankees because she's from New York, and Daddy and Uncle Em like the Rangers because they're both Southern,"she said informatively.

I nodded. "If you had to pick a side..."

She grinned. "I can't do it."

I laughed, and pointed to the Giants stadium. "You a Giants fan?" I asked.

She laughed. "If I ever saw one of their games, maybe."

I suddenly had a brilliant idea. "Well, we don't have to be back, and the runway show probably just started, why don't we go see a game...now?"

She blinked in shock. Personally, I wanted her first game to be a Mariners game so that she could see the true majesty that was the Washington state team, but we were in San Francisco, why the hell not?

"You're serious?" she asked.

"If you want to go...I'll take you," I told her, smiling.

She started to jump up and down excitedly. "Can we, Seth?" she pleaded.

I grinned. "If you want to."

She squealed, and jumped up to hug me tightly. "Let's go!" She jumped down, and grabbed my hand to start towing me across the bridge to get to AT&T Park.

We were in luck. The game started at 7:15, and it was 6:30. With the recession, people couldn't afford the front row tickets, but with the wad of cash I was handed before I left the Cullen's house, I could easily pay for the diamond seating and then some. You know, the seating right behind home plate that had waiters serving you? That was diamond seating.

The ticket clerk looked shocked as I pulled out my wad of cash and handed him the bills. Sera was too excited to care, looking at all of the people selling concession. I would have to get her something.

"That your daughter?" the clerk asked as he rung me up.

I almost did a double take. Did I look like Sera? I was a huge Native American man, and Sera was a pale, blue-eyed little girl. Except for the hair, maybe, I didn't even resemble Sera in the slightest.

I was just about to correct him, but Seraphina Marie, future attorney at law, stepped in. "Eew!" Sera complained, looking at the cashier, "He's my best friend, you repugnant dolt!"

I had to stiffle my laughter. Translation: repugnant dolt = nasty idiot.

The cashier got a surprised look on his face. "Is that...German?"

I almost face-palmed myself.

Sera looked offended. Maybe by his stupidity, I didn't know. "No. Absolutely not," she almost hissed. I put my hand on her shoulder to remind her to calm down.

The cashier's mouth dropped, and with shaking hands, handed me the tickets. "I – uh, have a nice evening," he muttered, still staring at Sera in awe. Sera was starting to figet uncomfortably, realizing her error. Sera looked seven. Seven-year-olds didn't say "repugnant dolt." Or almost hiss at people.

I growled at the cashier, and he stared at me in shock.

"C'mon, Sera," I said, grabbing her hand, glaring at the cashier one last time, pissed that he had made my girl feel uncomfortable. Sera lifted her head and walked away with dignity. He stared at us as we sauntered away.

"Sera, you have to control yourself better," I whispered, "You almost slipped up."

"I know," she muttered miserably, looking down at the ground.

"Hey." I got down on my knee and lifted her chin up to face me. "You are the most special person I know. Everyone knows you're three times smarter than that idiot working in that booth, but...you just have to be a little more careful of how you show it." I added in a lower voice, "You still look seven."

She gritted her teeth. "I want to grow up faster."

I smiled. "Just enjoy being a kid. Trust me, it'll sneak up on you fast enough." I took one long look at her and sighed. I knew that Sera couldn't wait to grow up, but she had such a small time to be a child that she might as well enjoy it.

"C'mon, let's get to our seats," I told her, grabbing her hand despite her still kinda-grumpy attitude.

That attitude lasted about 0.5 seconds when we got to our seats.

"Wow, this is amazing!" she exclaimed, staring in awe at how close we were to the plate, and all the people filing in and out of the rows.

The diamond seating was mostly deserted except for a middle-aged man in a tuxedo that was sitting at the opposite end of us, his arm around a bleached blonde girl that looked kinda like a porn star. He raised his eyebrow at us, but turned back to his date, or whatever that girl was.

What was so weird about us? Our clothes were a bit out of place for diamond seating. Despite her designer clothes, Sera still looked pretty casual. I was wearing a a white v-neck shirt, dark jeans, and black Converse, pretty casual too.

Maybe we looked like we snuck in here or something.

The Giants were playing the Dodgers, their long-standing rivals. Catcalls were being thrown at each other at the splitting line of the Giants and the Dodgers fans in the stadium, which Sera and I watched with amusement. The business man wasn't even paying attention, and he and his girlfriend were making out. Sera looked over at the couple.

"Why are they doing that?" she whispered to me.

And of course it got worse. His girlfriend, who was starting to looking less like a girlfriend and more like an escort, climbed on top of his lap and continued the make-out session. I fought the urge to cover Sera's eyes.

"They...like each other, I guess," I muttered, trying to think of all the ways I could distract Sera.

Usually, when any of the couples in the house were being "overly-romantic," Sera would just look away and do something to amuse herself, like read or draw, or we would just leave the room all together and play a sport outside. But she watched with a weird fascination as it quickly shot past PG-13 level.

"Hey!" I yelled over at them, and they jumped apart like they had been electrocuted. The man turned his gaze to me, and narrowed his eyes menacingly. Or what he thought was meancing.

I gestured to Sera with an exasperated look on my face that clearly said, "have some respect, we're in public and a child is watching you dry hump each other." The woman had the decency to blush and return to her seat. The man looked at me like I had just punched his grandma.

Turning away for good measure, I watched the game start, but made sure to sneak glances over at the happy couple to make sure they weren't ruining my imprint's innocence (or what was left of it after that).

Sera turned her attention back to the game, as the Dodgers entered the field. It was mostly met with some boos and a small amount of cheering from the dedicated pocket of blue and white at the line where the seats were split up from "us" and "them." The Giants walked into the stadium after that, any any booing that would have gone on was quickly drowned out by the deafening roar of the fans.

Sera cheered right along with them. I watched with amusement as Sera stood up on her chair and screamed "GO GIANTS!" over and over again. With a quick prayer asking for forgiveness from the Mariners god, I screamed along with her.

"Excuse me, miss, but I'm going to have to ask you to sit down," said a monotone voice from behind us. A woman that was dressed more like a plane stewardess than a worker for a baseball stadium came up from behind us, while plastering on a fake smile and pretending to be having a good time wherever she went.

Sera nodded and complied, but I rounded on her. "Where were you a few minutes ago when the happy couple over there were making out and ruining my...my client's innocence?" I said. I didn't know why I said "client," but I suddenly had a brilliant idea. I would have fun with this.

She looked genuinely shocked. The business man over there and his girlfriend looked a little shocked too. "Client?"

Sera had an amused smile on her face as I fabricated the "cover." "Yeah, client. The 'miss' you were telling to sit down has a real estate tycoon, a very powerful one, for a father. We took the private plane out to see the Giants play their rivals, since it's Seraphina's favorite team." I shrugged nonchalantly, wrapping my arm around Sera, who was trying her hardest not to laugh.

She raised her eyebrow. "And who are you supposed to be?"

I grinned. "Her bodyguard."

The woman's mouth dropped. "She needs a bodyguard?"

I leaned in closer like I was telling her a big secret. "Her father is powerful, and the miss is smart." I squeezed Sera's shoulder.

She took a step back. "Oh, uh...I-I'm sorry. I'm sure she'll be safe with you next to her if she stands on that," she said, taking in my size and my posture.

I nodded once, trying to look all business. "Thank you."

"And what should I call you, mister..." she trailed off.

"Clearwater."

"Mr. Clearwater, and Miss..." she added on, looking at Sera in awe.

Sera raised her head like she was royal, and I fought the urge to snort. "Whitlock. I am a Whitlock," she said, and she sounded a little hurt for good measure. I also gave her the fist-bump. She was a good actress!

The woman actually bowed to her. I bit my lip to try to stop laughing. "Miss Whitlock, I am so sorry. Please feel free to do anything you like with Mr. Clearwater," she said humbily.

Sera continued her faҫade. "I'll be sure to tell my father how nice you were to me," she said, playing exactly the right amount of being child-like and poise at the same time. It was freaking awesome.

She nodded one last time, and with a relieved smile on her face, walked away, still bowed and not turning her back on us until the last second.

Sera and I grinned at each other. "So, Miss Whitlock, can I get you something to drink?" I asked.

Sera grinned back at me. "Why certainly, Mr. Clearwater."

I waved over a waiter, so practically ran over to me. "Y-Yes, Mr. Clearwater?"

"The miss would like some Coke, please," I said dismissively.

The waiter scampered off and came back in a time that I was sure would make the Guiness Book of World Records for fastest drink delivery. He handed the drink to Sera in the most gentle way possible, as if she was the Queen of England. Rightfully so, I thought smugly.

"Thank you," she said sweetly in her ringing voice, and I swear, the boy almost cried, as if he couldn't believe she was talking to him. "Anything you want, Miss Whitlock," he said, and scampered back.

After the National Anthem, the Dodgers came up to bat, on the second swing of the first hitter, Business Man approached us.

"I'm sorry if my actions have offended you in any way," he said a little too confidently, grinning at Sera and not even acknowledging me. I fought the urge to growl.

"It's all right," Sera said, trying to look around him at the game. I bit my lip again to keep my laughter down.

"It's Miss Whitlock, right?" he said, extending his hand to Sera. She cocked her eyebrow, and shook his hand gently.

"My name is Richard Phills, and I own a corporation downtown that manufactures furniture. I think I can maybe strike a deal with your father-"

"Excuse me," I said, cutting him off with a hard glare, "She is seven. She is here to enjoy her favorite team play baseball, not worry about people telling her what to do or watch people make out or talk about her father's successful, but tiring business. We're on holiday." I made my voice indicate clearly for him to leave us alone.

"I...I am sorry, truly," he said, glancing at my posture. I had my arm protectively around Sera and I was angled in between them, and I looked like I was about to jump up and beat the crap out of him.

"No harm, no foul," I said dismissively, and turned my attention back to them game and effectively ignoring Business Man, who, in my mind, was still Business Man and not Dick Phills or whatever.

Hehe, Dick Phills. Dick Phills what?

I glanced over at the blonde chick, who was giving off the scent of...arousal. I crinkled my nose. That was just rude, especially in public.

Dick Phills that girl, apparently.

Dick Phills blinked, and muttering unintelligably, stalked away to go sit next to his date again.

The Dodgers effectively struck out without even getting a guy to first base, and the entire stadium cheered as Aubrey Huff stepped up.

Sera stood on the chair again, cheering Huff's name, and screaming and jumping up and down as he hit a triple on his first hit.

Posey got up next, and suddenly, the entire stadium was full of girls screaming his name and various signs that wrote, "MRS. BUSTER POSEY." He waved good-naturedly and got in place to hit.

Posey hit a home run on his second swing. Sera ran to the chain fence and screamed "GO GO GO, HUFF, GO! POSEY, GO!" She was jumping up and down, cheering.

I grinned. Sera was having a good time.

The entire game progressed like this. Business Man kept glancing over at us, as if something about our demeanor would signify we changed our mind, but Sera was still really into the game, and I was still having a great time without worrying about his stupid business ventures.

I joked with Seraphina that the Seventh-Inning Stretch was for people who had been sitting the entire time, not running to the fence and screaming her head off repeatedly. She slapped my shoulder, and then asked for a refill. Being that I was her personal slave and fake bodyguard, I did as she asked.

When the Giants won the game 6 to 2 by the 9th inning, Sera's voice was getting hoarse, but she still had the broadest smile I had ever seen on her.

I quickly escaped Business Man/Dick Phills, Plane Stewardess Lady and Zippy the Drink-Deliverer before they could worship our existance and fake persona any more. We went up to the top level where they were selling merchandise and where we were still Seth and Sera.

Throughout the game, she had been obsessed with Huff. On every single bat, he had hit at least a double or a triple, even one home-run. She had called out his name more than any other person on the team.

When we left the store, she was proudly donning a #17 Huff jersey which was an Adult's Small, because she would eventually grow into it, and I know she'd want to wear it when she was older and bigger. Right now, it hung a little past her knees so she looked even smaller than normal, but she didn't care. She had a permanent grin plastered on her face. I bought her a foam finger and a Giants hat as well.

Muttering to myself about how the Mariners god was probably so angry with me that he would purposely make them lose every single game after this, we quickly got the hell out of there just as I saw the back of Dick Phills' bleached blonde date's head walking in the opposite direction. It looked like they were arguing. Looked like Dick wasn't getting his fill tonight.

The time showed 10:09 when we finally emerged back onto the street. I gave Jasper a call.

"Hey, where are you guys?" he asked.

"We just saw a Giants game. I'm sorry dude, I just converted your daughter. You should see her right now. Head-to-toe Giants merch."

Sera whispered, "Let me talk to him."

"Jasper, Sera wants to talk to you," I informed him.

"Put her on," he said in an amused voice.

Sera put my phone to her ear and immediately started talking in her hoarse voice. "Daddy! The Giants won 6 to 2, and Huff was awesome! He hit a home run, and every single time he went up to bat he hit a double or a triple! And Lincecum pitched great – "

"You've gone over to the dark side!" he exclaimed, amused.

Sera laughed. "I've gone over to the black and orange side. Sorry, Daddy."

Sera handed me back the phone. "We're on our way back to the hotel. See you in a few," I told him.

Jasper laughed. "Okay. I want to see her in her Giants stuff," he said.

I was laughing when I hung up the phone. "Let's get back to the hotel."

We spent the entire way back talking about the Mariners and the Giants, and I was complaining how I probably angered something so much that they were going to force the Mariners to lose every game after this. Sera continued to gloat about the Giants, her now official favorite team. We started talking about Fisherman's Wharf and basically anything and everything San Francisco related.

We finally got back to the hotel, and we went straight to Japser and Alice's hotel room. Japser opened up the door, took one look at his daughter, and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Remind me to slap you one of these days," he muttered at me, still taking in Sera. She grinned and hugged my leg.

"Dad, you're a real-estate tycoon," she informed him.

It was too much. All the laughter I had been holding in at that time burst out, and I ending up having to lean on the wall for support. Sera joined in, and Alice watched with amusement but confusion.

"I'm not going to ask," she said, shaking her head, and smiled at Sera.

"Did you have a good time?" Alice asked Sera.

Sera nodded. "Yeah! Seth and I walked on Market Street, and then we went to Pier 39 and ate, and then we went to the game."

"Sounds like you had fun," she said, winking at me. I grinned.

"It was fun. But I'm beat," I admitted.

Jasper nodded. "Go to bed with Miss Giants over here," he said.

"Actually, it's Miss Whitlock," she called as we ran down our suite, laughing the whole way.

A/N: FLUFF! I'm glad I could write some fluff. (: Fluff makes me happy.

In case you haven't noticed, I am a HUGE Giants fan. Aubrey Huff is going to be my future husband. I just know it.

But it's okay, I don't mind sharing him with Sera for this story. ;)

I hope everyone has an AMAZING AND WONDERFUL CHRISTMAS, full of holiday cheer, lots of presents, and surrounded by family. And hot cocoa. Lots of hot cocoa.

Snowflakes and Reindeers and Jingle Bells,

Chels.