It had been a few weeks since Dean and I had finally kissed and made up. It was official: we were boyfriend and girlfriend – as cheesy as that sounds. Lucas was actually ecstatic about it and ran around the house yelling: novio, novio! Novio means boyfriend, for the record. After our talk, Dean told me that he'd broken up with Ella after Lucas' party. I felt bad because I had over reacted for no reason but it was okay because we were together and it didn't matter anymore. The past was in the past.

I had to come in and work around 6:30 this morning but it was right after my lunch break and I didn't have surgery until an hour.

"Surprise," I heard a voice say as a pair of arms wrapped around my waist. I giggled, a wide grin spreading across my face.

"Watch out, buddy. I have a boyfriend," I teased.

"Don't worry, I can take him," Dean joked.

I laughed, "Hey, you." I turned around and then stood on my tiptoes to kiss him. Dean leaned down, meeting my lips with his and kissing me back. Dean made me incredibly happy. Come to think of it, I hadn't been this happy since Daniel had died. It felt as if I was walking on air right now. I pulled away.

"So, I don't have another surgery for an hour and you and I need to talk about something," I started.

"Oh yeah?" he asked.

"Mhmm," I replied. Dean shot me a look that read 'what're you up to?'. "Follow me." I took Dean's hand and led him to the on call room, locking the door behind me.

"So what'd you want to talk about?" Dean asked.

Instead of answering, I just kissed him hungrily. He knew exactly what I wanted to 'talk' about. Since I had Lucas, we could exactly sleep together in my house. It would just be inappropriate for Lucas.

"I like this conversation," Dean smirked into the kiss. I could feel him smile against my lips and he kissed me over and over again. Each time he pulled away I was afraid his lips wouldn't return to mine but they didn't. It'd be too mean to just take away what I craved most.

"You've been a very patient man," I said, in between kisses.

"I have," Dean said back, pulling my scrub top over my head.

"I need you, Dean," I mumbled. For some reason, we hadn't had sex since the night in the Impala and I was craving sex with him that wouldn't make us feel guilty afterwards. Hell, I just craved having sex with Dean. Dean kissed down my neck, pulling my bra strap down and moving to my shoulder. He laid kisses on stomach in a trail leading towards my pants. And just when he reached to untie my scrub pants, my beeper went off.

"Damn it!" I exclaimed.

"Don't answer it," Dean said, returning to my lips and kissing me again. Our bodies were pressed against each other and he moved his hand up and down my thigh.

"I can't," I groaned before reaching for my pager that was in my pocket. I looked at it and sighed, unsatisfied.

"They're moving up my surgery. I've got to go scrub up," I said, monotone and agitated, practically pushing Dean off of me. I sat up on the bed and pulled my shirt over my head. I placed my feet on the ground and stood up.

"Hey, wait," Dean started, sitting up behind me.

"I'm sorry," I apologized, turning around to look at him. I got up off of the bed and started to leave. I knew that if I stayed any longer, I'd most likely be convinced in staying.

"One second," Dean said, grabbing my hand. He held my hand in both of his hands. "I have something I want to tell you."

"Okay?" I replied, then becoming very curious.

"I want to learn Spanish," Dean said. This somehow shocked me.

"You do?" I asked, surprised.

"I mean, you and Lucas both are always speaking Spanish and I've sort of picked up things but I rarely know what you're saying. I want to be a part of this family," Dean explained.

I smiled. This was really sweet, "I get off around six tonight. Meet me back at my house."

"Huh?" he asked.

"I'm teaching you Spanish," I smirked, mischievously.

Dean smiled, before raising my hands to his lips and kissing them. I giggled and then he let me go, "Okay now you can go save people's lives."

I smiled and then kissed him, "I love you. I'll see you later tonight?"

"Six o'clock it is," he replied.

After surgery, I called my friend Carla. She had invited me to one of her neighborhood parties a couple of weeks ago but I didn't think I'd be able to go. Now I was starting to change my mind. I was a little worried about the huge culture shock it'd inflict on Dean but, you learn by immersion right? That's sure how I learned.

"Hola chica," she said, answering her phone.

"Hey. So uh, are you still having your party tonight?" I asked.

"Yeah, why? Can you come?" she asked.

"Yes, I can, actually," I replied.

"Great! I was starting to think you were becoming too much of a workaholic. Between you and Daniel both, I never knew how you did it. I guess because you both were at the hospital all the time," she went on. "And you better bring that beautiful son of yours."

"I will! Lucas misses being around you guys. Listen, is it okay if I bring someone?" I asked.

"Ooh, who someone?" she asked back.

"His name is Dean. He's my boyfriend. He uh, he wants to learn Spanish," I replied.

"Oh we'll teach him Spanish, alright," she joked.

I laughed, "Great. I'll see you tonight, Carla. Oh, and one more thing."

"Que? (What?)" she asked.

"I don't have anything to wear," I confessed, desperately.

"Don't worry. Come over and I'll fix you up," she smiled.

"Are you sure?" I asked.

"Yes, girl," she replied.

"Okay well I'll see you later," I said.

"Adios," she replied, before hanging up.

Dean looked a little overwhelmed when we arrived at Carla's house. We were all out in the backyard and it was a huge, loud party. There were a bunch of people there and there was a grill going along with salsa music blaring from speakers. It was a classic Latino block party. I opened the gate to the backyard and we went inside.

"Mommy, do you think Luis will be here?" Lucas asked.

"I think so. Why don't you go around and look for him?" I advised.

"Who's Luis?" Dean asked.

"Carla's son. He and Lucas are good friends," I replied.

"So these are friends of yours?" he asked, awkwardly.

"Yeah, they're kind of… loud," I replied.

He chuckled, "No shit. Look, I'm not really good at meeting new people and stuff."

"Oh please. The last time you said that you were meeting Holden and Holden loved you!" I pointed out.

He shrugged, "If I screw this up, you can't hold it against me."

"I won't and you won't screw this up. This is a non-screwy situation. You said you wanted to learn Spanish and immersion is the best way possible," I said simply.

"Alright," Dean smiled, kissing me.

"Hey, girl," Carla greeted. "Ay, Lucas! Has creido mucho! You've grown so much!"

"I'm five now," he smiled, holding up five fingers.

"Yo se, chico. Sorry that we could not come to your birthday. We went back to Puerto Rico for a week. Speaking of…"

"I know, Colombia someday," I replied..

"He deserves to know about his culture," Carla replied.

"I know, I'm a terrible mother," I joked.

"Ay, shush. Lucas, Luis is con su padre (with his dad). Puedes mirar para el. (You can look for him.)"

"Okay, gracias Tia Carla, (Ok, thanks Aunt Carla)" Lucas replied.

"Ooh girl, look at you! And this must be Dean," she said.

"Yeah," Dean said, awkwardly.

"I'm Carla. If you don't mind, I'm going to borrow your girlfriend here and uh, go talk to Marco. He'll fix you up with a drink," she said.

"Okay," Dean said back. Carla laughed a little and then took me into the house.

"Que guapo! (Handsome!) Not a man of many words but he is fiiiiiine," she said in a sing song voice.

"He's just a little nervous, that's all. Well that and I think he's a little overwhelmed. He's not really used to this kind of thing," I explained.

"What a bunch of Latin people together makin' some noise?" she asked. I chuckled. Carla was wild.

"Basically yes. A party to him is beer and a couple of friends," I chuckled.

"Chica, we need to spice him up," she replied.

"Yes, that's why I brought him here," I said.

"It's sweet his wants to learn Spanish for you though," she commented, going over to her closet and rummaging for something for me to wear.

"I know," I said, biting my lip.

"Wow, you've got it bad," she said, seeing the signs. "Here! It's perfect."

The minute I saw what she was holding I freaked out a little. It was black, short, with triangle slits in the side.

"No! Please, I'm a mother. Do you have anything else?" I begged.

"Fine. I knew you would say that so I picked you out something else," she replied. She held up the white dress instead. It was a white, feminine tan top dress with a v-neck cut and twist accent right at the bust. It was perfect. I smiled. "Now that's something I can wear. Not too sexy but still sexy."

"Just trying to get you laid," she joked.

"Hey!" I protested. She threw the dress at me and I caught it.

"Go get dressed. We need to do something about your hair," she added.

"What's wrong with my hair?" I asked, lightly defensive.

She rolled her eyes and chuckled, "Have I taught you nothing?"

"Yeah, yeah," I replied.

Carla curled my hair very quickly but then put it in a half up, half down up do. She then put a clip with a normal sized flower attached to it on the right side of my head.

"Look at you, miss thing," she said.

I looked at myself in the mirror. It was definitely different than the normal pair of scrubs.