At the end of a hard mission, there's nothing better than celebrating. Sometimes, the celebration can be bittersweet. For example, saving your best friend's life is something to be happy about. But then having to watch your mother fuss over him at the dinner table is less than fun.
"I was so worried! You should have seen how we worked to save you," Madeline said for the millionth time. "But look at what they did to you!"
"Yeah, what did you do to make him hit you that much? Kazimir was never that violent," Michael agreed followed by a sip of his beer.
"I drove him crazy. I wouldn't shut up. I even sang this song they used to sing to us in Sunday school when I was a kid. It was the most fun I've ever had while being held hostage before!" he laughed. "Even if he was ready to pull the trigger before the time limit ran out."
"You sang?" Fi asked, attempting to keep the laughter inside.
"Oh yeah. I sang my heart out and he had the nerve to tell me to shut my mouth. It was a beautiful melody. Do you want to hear?"
"No," they all said in unison.
He frowned. "You haven't heard me sing before. How can you know that it'll be bad?"
"I've heard you sing, Sam. Remember Venezuela, 1995?" Michael reminded him. They both started to laugh.
"Yes. The bet!" Sam nodded. "I lost a bet and had to sing the national anthem in American flag shorts and a trucker hat that said something on it…"
"If you aren't American," Michael started and they finished together, "kiss my patriotic ass."
"You really did that?" Fi chuckled in disbelief.
"Yeah. Not one of my finer moments…"
"I think that's adorable. Michael and Nate did something like that once. Didn't you, Michael?" Maddie asked.
He dropped his head to the table. "Please not the 'God bless America' story…"
"They were just boys then. It was so cute! They dressed up as soldiers for Halloween and Frank would only let them carry the toy guns if they worked on singing God Bless America. So right before they went trick or treating, they sang it and he let them carry their guns."
"I didn't sing really. It was all Nate," Michael tried to backpedal.
"You sang too! You were as into it as Nate was…Nate! I haven't told him about Sam and I yet! He has to come down for dinner with us sometime! I'm going to go call him right now!" she got up and pressed a quick kiss to Sam's cheek and rushed outside to place the call.
"You should go over too! Then you can give an encore performance," Fi teased. He glared at her.
"It was all Nate. I swear."
She just smiled and kissed him quickly. "I'll be right back. I'm going to go freshen up." Her eyes pointedly turned towards Sam and she excused herself.
"Listen Sam, I've been meaning to talk to you about things…"
"Hey Mike, I get it. You need time. It's weird, I know. I would have told you if you weren't so busy with everything else and Fi. Which I see you two worked out."
"Yeah. We did. I just wanted you to know…you and Mom, I'm…okay with it."
"I can see that you really like each other, so I'll just back off and be happy for you. Thanks for protecting her like that. I owe you."
"Wow, Mike. I never thought I'd hear you say that. You're welcome, brother. I'd do anything for you and Maddie."
"There are just a few little things we need to go over before I really give you my blessing."
"No making out in front of me."
"No Sam lady talk. No 'Sammy time' or 'Pumpkin' or any of that."
"Okay. Anything else."
"If you hurt her, I'll hurt you."
"Don't worry about that. I'd never hurt her."
"Good. One last thing."
"What is it?"
"I'm not going to call you Dad."