Note: Years ago I had a profile on called BabyyBre. I am now looking back on the stories I wrote during my writing block for some stories and are going to post them again.

I hope you enjoy!

Chapter One: Sunday Dinner

Jamie Reagan smiled as he pulled up to his family home. He turned down the radio and looked to the living room window of the Reagan household. He saw his older brother and his wife. They were holding each other and both had a peaceful look on his face

His mind went to Sydney and how she almost became a Reagan. Though, he'd never admit it, he was kind of happy Sydney left. He'd admit it hurt, in shock when it first happened but if he was being honest with himself, he did see it coming. He knew that moment he confessed to Sydney after his big brother's death, she wasn't happy with the decision to become a cop. Sydney became angrier with him as time passed and it effect both of their lives. Though part of him missed the relationship with her, he knew it was for the better and he was honestly happier without her.

Jamie's mind was brought back to reality when he heard a knock on his passenger door window. It was his dad, Frank Reagan. Jamie quickly turned off the engine, getting out of the car to join his father on the sidewalk. "You alright, son?" Frank asked his youngest son.

"Yeah, yeah." Jamie answered. He had something on his mind. He has for a couple weeks, but he promised himself to confess to his father tonight before he left. "I was just thinking, dad."

"Are you thinking about anything special?"

"No." Jamie affirmed. "Just thinking."

"Well, son, dinner's almost done." Frank told his son. "Why don't you come on in?"

"Coming, coming." Jamie put his head down with a light smile after making sure the car is locked up, and followed his dad into the house.

After dinner, Jamie was left alone in the house with his grandfather, Henry Reagan, and his dad. He joined them in the family room with an ice cold beer in his hands. He fingers ran across the top of his bottle. He wasn't usual a beer drinker, but since he has joined the force his preference has changed. He planted a seat next to his grandfather and listened to an old story, that his grandfather was telling his dad. Another story about how being a cop in his age was different then it was now. Henry nudged the youngest Reagan and asked, "Did you know that your father was thinking of becoming a firefighter for three years?"

Jamie took a look at his father, who shook his head no, and laughed a little bit. He imagined if that was true, life would be different for the Reagan brother. They might be firefighters instead of cops. Joe might still be alive.

"That is not true, pop. I always wanted to become a cop, and nothing else."

"You say that now." Herney slowly got up from his seat with a smile on his face and made his way to the kitchen, calling back to the two Reagan boys. "Does anyone need a refill?"

Jamie looked down to his almost empty bottle of beer and then to the old clock behind his father's head. He knew he had somewhere to be soon, he smiled at the fact to himself. "No thanks, gramps."

"I'll take one, pop." Frank said, sipping on the beer in his hand.

Jamie's eyes went to the sliver ring of Frank's wedding finger. "Why do you still wear your wedding ring?"

Frank looked at his ring and smiling, his mind flashing back to the minute Mary said, "I do." Frank looked at his son, wanting to choose his words carefully. "I still love her. It just didn't go away because she passed away. And she's forever mine."

Jamie understood what he meant. His attention changed to the clock when he felt his cell phone vibrate in his pocket. "I gotta take this. I'll be right back."

He sets down the empty beer bottle on the table between the two chairs, slipping on his coat and walking to the front porch. The young beat officer smiled when he looked at the caller ID. Her call was just on time, like always, when they were apart. "Ciao." A bright bubbly voice laughed on the other line.

His smile got bigger as soon as he heard her voice. "Hey." Jamie voice was barely above a whisper. "How are you?"

The woman on the line, frowns a little. She hears the sound of his voice and is a bit worried. She didn't know what was going on with him. To her he seemed off the last couple of days. "I'm okay, I guess. Waiting for the right light. Work." She kept the conversation light. "How are you, baby?"

"Good." He replied. "I've been thinking a lot today."

"About?" She wondered out loud.

He laughs a little. He knew she might worried but he did not want to give anything up yet. He had a few surprises up his sleeve. "Nothing bad, babe. I think it's time for you to meet the family."

"Really?" He could hear the happiness, shock in her voice.

"Yes." Jamie smiled. He felt his mood grow better by the minute. "So, would you like to come to next week's Sunday dinner?"

"Yes, of course!"

"Okay." He was a bit nervous for his family to meet her. But he knew that this was a good thing, because he loved her. He hated hiding the fact he was in love with the people that he was close to.

"I'm going to say some goodbyes and then head out. Would it be okay if I call you a little bit." He doesn't want to leave his grandfather and father waiting, plus he knew he had to head out soon.

"Of course."

Jamie could imagine her running her hand through her hair as she spoke the words, "Of course."

"Love you."

"Love you, bello." She echoed.

Jamie smiled, hanging up his cell phone. She made him happy and he hoped he did the same for her. He headed back to his dad and grandfather before he left for the night.

"Everything alright, Jamie?" His dad asked with concern on his face when he entered the family room.

"Yeah; everything's fine." Jamie answered, a light smile on his face. "I'm going to head home. But before I go, I gotta ask something. Is that alright if I bring a guest to dinner next week?"

He noticed that his grandfather and dad looked at each other with a smile on their face. "Sure." His dad answered, after a couple minutes of awkward silence. "Should I make anything special?"

Jamie thought about it for a moment before the words, "Something's of grandma's. No fish though." He adds on the last part quickly.

Henry laughed. "Who's the lucky girl that you want to impress?"

"We've been dating for seven months and I'm sure you're going to love her." Jamie informed his family members, not giving a name on purpose. "I gotta go. I'll see you both later." He hurried out the door before he could be rushed back into the conversation with questions he knew they had for him.

Henry looked over to his son with a confused look on his face. "I didn't know that Jamie was dating. Did you?"

"No." Frank said, sipping his beer. "But it must be serious, if he wants her to meet us."

"I wondered why Jamie kept her a secret." Henry sighed.

"Probably want to make sure, she's a keeper. Maybe being a careful..."