I know I said that this wasn't next on my list to update, but this is what I'm feeling. I mean, I love the kid! He's adorable! (:

Enjoy!

Sammy's POV:

I sat down in front of my TV in my tiny little apartment, laptop in hand. I gently set my laptop down in front of me, plugging the power into the wall socket before turning the TV on. I smiled slightly as Kruk&Kuip were shown, with the stadium behind them. Today, we were at Houston. Honestly, the Astros' stadium had always been my favorite - apart from AT & T, that is. The glass windows behind the seats in the outfield gave the field a certain glow, while obviously keeping it cool on the field as temperatures outside climbed above 100 degrees Fahrenheit. Flipping open my laptop, I logged on to Facebook before glancing up to the TV, just in time to see my gorgeous boyfriend's face. The simple sight of him put a smile on my face, and I watched him, leaning on the dugout fence, bending over to spit out a sunflower seed. I chuckled slightly. Spitting. Such a wonderful sight - those camera-men and women always caught the players in their best moments.

Blink. I looked down, seeing that my best friend Desiree had messaged me. We'd met on an A ball team when we were both in seventh grade, and hit it off. We still stayed in contact, texting or IM'ing every day.

sam! ur on for once!

watchin the game, desi. :P

omg ditto! LOOK. LOOKLOOKLOOK.

Obeying her command, I looked up, grinning at the shot of Timmy. For once, he actually looked like the amazing man he was, with the light from the glass causing his face to glow.

Then he turned his head, staring straight into the camera with his captivating green eyes. I inhaled sharply, unable to tear my eyes away long enough to reply to Desi's message. He was still staring at the camera, then he smiled. A close-lipped, beautiful smile, that was almost as though he were smiling directly at the viewer.

And then they switched to a shot the leadoff Astro batter, swinging in the on-deck circle, trying to time Matt Cain. I exhaled in a huff, slightly annoying at the cameraman, before turning to Facebook.

omg did you see that?

yeah o: his eyes, my god...

no it was like he was looking at you!

doubt it.. we only started dating yesterdayyyyy.

if you sayss soooo. :P

"Anddd the first pitch of the at-bat..." I turned, grinning at the sound of the ball hitting the glove. Strike one. Leaning back against the wall, computer on my lap and legs straight out in front of me, I grinned. This was going to be a good game.

Timmy's POV:

I struggled to get my head in the game, something I knew either Righetti or Boch would criticize me for later, but I couldn't help it. I felt almost empty. Without Sam by my side, it was like I'd left half of myself in San Francisco.

And another thing that was bothering me. Had I made the wrong move with the camera earlier?

Being in the nation's eye was something I'd never get used to, yet in a way, something I'd adapted to quickly. By now, as a 27-year-old player, I knew that you had to watch what you do, and what you said. Everything, every little movement, every little smile, was to be broken down and analyzed in Web articles later, and those articles accessible by anyone for years to come.

And I mean, who said she'd be watching? Maybe she didn't really even care about me, like Amy that I'd gone out with for a while a few years ago. Maybe she only had the commitment when we were doing well. Hell, maybe she wasn't even a Giants follower, much less a fan!

"You look like you're giving yourself a brain hemorrhage," someone commented beside me. I turned, and smiled at my catcher.

"That obvious?"

Posey shrugged, looking out at Cain on the mound. "Kinda. I noticed the thing you did with the camera earlier."

I chewed my lip. "Should I not have done that?" Buster shook his head.

"No, it was the right move. Girls find that kind of thing cute." He smiled slightly, turning to face me. Obviously, he found it slightly amusing that a younger man was giving dating advice to the older.

"But I'm not even sure she's watching!" I rested my chin on the fence, eyes following a pop fly from Nelson. Obviously staying in the park, it was clearly Torres' ball, and he drifted over, making the catch.

"If I interpretted the signs correctly, then trust me, she's watching." Leaning casually beside me, Posey watched the ball thrown to Fontenot, playing cutoff at shortstop.

"What sort of signs?" I asked curiously. If I had any hope at this girl, I needed to know the signs. Something rather neccessary to a pitcher.

Buster shrugged. "It's different for every girl. But Kristen's kind of quiet, fangirl, sort of like your girl. Sammy, is that her name?"

I couldn't help the smile. "Yeah, that's her." The possessive vibe in me loved to hear Buster call Sammy mine.

Seeing everything, the catcher grinned, slapping me playfully on the back. "Dude, you've got it bad."

I grinned in return. "I know, Buster. I know."