It started out pretty simple:

"Sophie," Sam began in his father's apartment with a gentle smile, "Dad and I were about to eat dinner downstairs."

"Oh," Sophie sighed at the news, "Well, I guess I can come back at another time."

"Don't worry about it," Sam waved off carefully as he fought the cunning smile trying to take over his lips, "Dad's already downstairs and I need an adult to get me in any way! You can talk to him while we're waiting for our food!"

"You're not allowed in a bar," Sophie pointed out with a raised brow.

"It's a bar and grill, hello!" Sam shook his head at the woman's thinking, "That means I can go in to eat I just can't drink! That's dad's job anyway, except for the whole not doing that anymore thing! Have I ever thanked you for that?"

"No," Sophie laughed at the boy's comment, "It wasn't me though! He did it for you!"

"Well thanks for helping him," Sam commented as the woman gladly took his elbow and helped him to the table his father was sitting at, "I'm hungry! What are we having?"

"I was thinking a cheeseburger and fries," Nate stated as he stared at the brunette in interest, "Can I help you with something, Soph?"

"I was going to talk to you about something but your son conned me into escorting him to the table," Sophie explained with a smile, "It can wait until later."

"As in not suitable for his young ears?" Nate questioned with an unusual perk to his eyebrows.

"As in something that is only for your ears that you can tell him later if you wish," Sophie shrugged as she tried to make a retreat.

"Stay and have a burger with us," Sam suggested boldly before the brunette could get that far away, "Unless you're a vegetarian, then you can get a veggie burger with us!"

"I think I have to…" Sophie began to explain until a pair of arms wrapped around her waist and shoulder in a very couple-y way.

"Hey," the man said from right behind the woman's ear, "What's for dinner?"

"Trevor!" Sophie giggled as she turned around and KISSED YES SHE KISSED HIM, "What are you doing here? I thought we were going to meet at your place."

"We were but then I saw you in the bar and thought I'd surprise you," Trevor, stupid name, said with a CHARMING smile, "Who are your friends?"

"Oh," Sophie cried out happily as she turned an embarrassed gaze on the two Fords, "How rude of me! Nate, Sam, this is Trevor, my boyfriend. Trevor, this is Nate and his son Sam."

"Nice to meet you," Trevor commented as he extended his hand to Nate and then Sam.

"Likewise," Nate coughed out in a tone that suggested Trevor would totally be dead right now if the power existed within the man's abilities.

"So," Sam huffed out as his plan was sent crashing to the ground at a million miles per hour, "You're the boyfriend? Funny, I don't remember ever being told about a boyfriend. Do you dad?"

"I…" Nate chuckled humorlessly at his son's remark, "I was going to tell you over dinner."

"Oh," Sam sighed at the news, "I see."

"Well this is… awkward," Sophie hummed out delicately as she noticed the look of disappointment on the younger Ford's face, "We'll take a rain check on that dinner, Sammy! I promise!"

"Yeah," Sam pouted sadly, "Okay!"

"Bye," Sophie called as she and Trevor raced out of there without another look back.

"Well that sucks," Sam commented when the couple was definitely not coming back.

"Why?" Nate questioned with a little too much agreement in his eyes, "I'm happy for her."

"Yeah," Sam nodded at his father's lie, "but his teeth are kind of crooked."

"And his hair doesn't seem to want to stay in one spot," Nate agreed with a smile.

"And what kind of a name is Trevor?" Sam bit out bitterly.

"You want to talk about it?" Nate asked softly.

"No," Sam sighed at the fact his plan was on the back burner once again, "Let's just order our burgers! I'm starving and Trevor is not going to spoil my last greasy meal for two whole weeks!"

"Agreed," Nate smiled at his son's statement as he waved Cora over and ordered.