Okay, the Spanish in this chapter has been translated by Google Translate, so it may not be 100% accurate, but it's the best I could do! Also, this one is nothing but fluff - something light in all this craziness going on in the world. I hope you and your loved ones are safe!

Enjoy!

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Sarah woke to the feeling of a fingertip running lightly from the base of her neck, down to her lower back, and then back up again. She lay there for longer than she probably should have, and she knew Nacho knew that she was awake, but she couldn't bring herself to care. The gentleness of his finger on her bare skin caused her to go boneless, goosebumps erupting along its trail.

"You going to fake sleep all day?" His voice, still groggy with sleep, came in almost a whisper.

Sarah hummed, the sound resonating deep in her chest, her eyes still closed. "Maybe, especially if you keep that up.

She opened her eyes, blinking the sleep away. She rubbed one of her eyes with the heel of her palm and then gave a tiny, sleepy grin to the man beside her. "Hi."

Nacho mirrored her expression, his eyes crinkling slightly. "Hi."

Sarah yawned again and looked over at the clock. Twelve o'clock - the latest she's slept in a while. "How long have you been awake?"

"Not long," Nacho shrugged, "ten, maybe fifteen minutes before you."

Sarah turned to face him, bringing the sheet up to her chest, shivering in the cool air of morning. "Do you have to go into work today?"

"Not today, but... there is something," he trailed off.

She waited for him to continue, watching as he rolled his words around his head before he brought his thumb up to scratch at his eyebrow. It was a habit she'd noticed a few weeks ago - whatever it was he wanted to speak with her about, it had him really thinking.

Sarah brought a hand up to grip at his wrist, pulling it away gently. She laced her fingers with his and brought their entwined hands to her chest. "As sexy as you are when you're brooding you're really starting to freak me out a little," she admitted lightly. "Is something wrong?"

Nacho shook his head lightly, his eyes soft. "No."

"Okay then, so what is it?" Sarah urged.

Nacho sighed. "You know how you're starting work on Monday, right?"

"Yeah," Sarah glanced over to the calendar on her wall, her starting date circled in red. "Is everything still okay? Did your dad change his mind?"

"No, nothing like that. He's already gotten everything prepared," he assured her. "It's just... he invited us over to dinner."

"That's nice of him," Sarah smiled slightly. "When are we going?"

"Today," Nacho told her, watching her face intently as he continued, "at two."

Sarah's eyes widened and she jumped out of the bed, taking the sheet with her as she did. She ran her hand through her mussed hair nervously. "Two as in two hours from now?!"

Nacho nodded. "Is that a problem?"

"No, no problem," Sarah mumbled. "I just, I just have to get ready. I have to get something to bring to dinner."

Nacho sat up, watching as she paced around the room, the excess of the sheet trailing behind her. "Sarah, it's not a big deal."

"It is a big deal, Nacho," Sarah stressed. "I'm meeting your father for the first time... in two hours... empty-handed."

"Technically, it isn't the first time you've met him." Nacho furrowed his brows. "He came to the diner all the time."

"Dear God, Nacho, that doesn't count." Sarah blanched. "I'm meeting him as your..."

"My?" Nacho repeated when she grew quiet. He waited for her to continue, but when she didn't he supplied, "My girl?"

Sarah's cheeks reddened and her grip tightened on the sheet. "Yes. Exactly."

"He's a nice guy," Nacho told her gently. "He's not going to care if you don't show up with -"

Sarah shook her head wildly and grabbed a change of clothes from her dresser, rushing into the bathroom to take a shower without another word.

Once she was out, Nacho found himself pushed to do the same. They hurried into his van and drove to the closest supermarket, just a few minutes from the apartment. Inside, Sarah made a mad dash through the aisles, her eyes wide and searching. She scanned package after package, running over the pros and cons of each before she grabbed two and held them out to the amused man behind her.

"Okay, which do you think," she debated the options before she tuned them to face him, shaking them slightly, "chocolate chip or peanut butter?"

Nacho's eyes were raised high onto his forehead, but he chuckled all the same. "He'll be fine with either."

Sarah groaned, dropping her arms down by her sides dramatically. It was all she could do to keep from stamping her foot in frustration. "Nacho, c'mon, this is your dad we're talking about. I want to make a good impression."

"With cookies?" He smirked.

"Yes," she answered quickly. "With cookies. Now, please help me."

Nacho shook his head lightly, but answered anyway. "Chocolate chip."

Sarah brightened a bit, bringing the packages back up to eye them." Chocolate chip... you sure?"

"Yeah," he shrugged. "They're classic."

Sarah nodded and smiled. "Right. Classic," she said, under her breath. "Why didn't I think of that?"

A little while later, with a tin full of fresh cookies, they pulled into the driveway of the small house. Sarah's fingers drummed on the container, the beat matching the one her heart played in her chest. She bounced her leg, the motion shaking the parked van slightly, and her bottom lip was pulled between her teeth.

"Hey," Nacho said, reaching out to cover one of her hands with his. "Relax, it's just dinner."

Sarah looked up, her eyes locking onto his, and nodded. "I know, I'm just - I'm really nervous."

"Don't be," he told her. "He's going to love you."

Looking down at his hand on hers, she mumbled out, "and what if he doesn't?"

"He will," Nacho affirmed. "Trust me."

Sarah shook her head. "How do you know?"

"How do I know he'll love you?" Sarah nodded, so he continued. "He'll love you because I do."

Sarah's jaw fell slack and her eyes watered a bit. "Nacho," she whispered, pulling her hand from under his and fanning away the tears that threatened to escape. "You're going to ruin my makeup."

"Sorry," he chuckled before getting out of the van. He walked around the front and to the passenger door to open it. He plucked the tin out of her lap quickly and helped her out onto the pavement. Her legs were a bit shaky as she tried to gain her bearings, and Nacho noticed right away. "You okay?"

"Yeah," she said quietly. "I'm... more than okay, actually. You know I feel the same don't you?"

Nacho winked at her, his eyes bright. "I do now."

Sarah returned his smile and put her hand on his face, her thumb running along his cheekbone. He leaned down and gave her a quick kiss.

"Come on," he urged, taking her hand.

Nacho knocked on the door and in just a few seconds the mustached man she'd seen in the diner so many times opened the door, grinning brightly at the two of them. He looked between them and opened his arms wide, pulling Nacho to him and hugging him tightly.

"Mijo," he greeted happily. "Estoy tan contento de que hayas venido!"

Sarah stood behind him, watching their exchange with a silently. When his father released him, Nacho turned back toward her, motioning her forward. Sarah stepped up beside him, grateful for the warmth of his hand on her back.

"Papa, this is Sarah," he introduced. "Sarah, this is my father, Manuel."

Sarah smiled and extended her hand to him. He took it warmly, shaking it. "It's nice to properly meet you, Mr. Varga."

"Ignacio has told me a lot about you!" The older man smiled at her, his eyes shining. "Please, come in, come in!"

Manuel ushered them into the kitchen where he had a pot of chili already sitting in the middle of the table. Beside it on a plate was a heaping circle of cornbread. It was mouthwatering and Sarah couldn't help but feel a little more at home. Her eyes wandered around the walls, stopping on pictures of a younger Nacho, bright-eyed and smiling.

"Sarah made some cookies for dessert," Nacho's voice sounded, breaking Sarah from her trance. She glanced over to him and caught his grin before he added. "Chocolate chip."

Manuel gave her another big smile. "That was very kind, Sarah. Thank you."

"It was nothing," she said, fighting a smile at the eyebrow Nacho raised at her. "Everything smells amazing, Mr. Varga."

The older man tutted at her. "Please, call me Manuel."

Sarah nodded and Nacho came to pull her chair out for her. She sat down while Nacho got their drinks before he sank into the seat beside her. They ate between questions, Nacho interpreting when the barrier between them became too great.

Sarah's nerves had settled and she found herself leaning slightly into Nacho's side as he spoke with his father.

Manuel's eyes flitted between them before a knowing smile came over his face. "Cuánto tiempo ha estado sucediendo esto?"

Sarah felt Nacho tense beneath her and she furrowed her brows. Nacho shook his head at her lightly and answered his father quietly. "Solo un ratito."

"Ella es muy agradable," Manuel said, "Ella me gusta."

Nacho nodded. "Sí, yo también."

At the end of the night, Manuel ushered them out, giving Nacho another hug and kiss to the side of the head, and shaking Sarah's hand again.

Nacho helped her back into the van, waved to his father, and then drove off.

"Your father's really sweet," Sarah said once they got onto the road. "You were right. I shouldn't have been so nervous."

Nacho glanced at her. "I told you he'd love you."

"And I told you cookies would impress him," Sarah teased, winking at him.

Again, I'm so sorry if the translations in this are butchered. I used Google translate and it's notorious for being horribly off, but I speak zero Spanish!

Mijo - son

Estoy tan contento de que hayas venido - I'm so glad that you came

Cuánto tiempo ha estado sucediendo esto - how long has this been going on

Solo un ratito - only a little while

Ella es muy agradable - she's very nice

Ella me gusta - I like her

Sí, yo también - yeah, me too