Chapter Three: Sunday Night

Jamie knocked on Ciara's apartment door lightly. He had a key but he felt weird using it because they didn't live together. She called through the door, "Jamie! Use the key! I gave it you for a reason." He smiled at her comment. "I'm almost ready."

He let himself in and made his way to the living room. He was only in the living room for a couple minutes before she joined him. "How do I look?" She asked.

Ciara wore blue Ugg boots, skinny jeans and a white hoodie.

He grabbed her hand and said with a smile, "You look perfect."

"Thanks. And you don't look to bad yourself, Reagan." He pulled her on his lap and kissed her softly. She pulled away, seeing the concern on his face and asked, "Do you think they're going to like me, Jamie?"

"They're going to love you, Ciara. So, don't worry about it, okay?"

"I won't try to worry." She sighed, a bit frusted because she didn't know how to exactly explain what she was thinking "Uh…I just want things to go perfectly."

"I know." Jamie said to her. "How about we go early? So, you can meet my dad and grandpa."

She smiled to him, "That sounds good."

Jamie and Ciara arrived at the Reagan's household, an hour before everyone else was suppose to arrive. Jamie turned the car off and asked, "Are you ready?"

"Yes." She smiled.

Jamie took Ciara's hand as they walked into the house. He slipped off his coat, taking her jacket in the process and hung them on the coat rack. He walked with her to the kitchen, where his dad and his grand father were sitting at. "Hey." Jamie greeted.

"Ah, Jamie." His father got up from his seat and pulled his youngest son into a hug. "Who's this?"

Jamie grabbed her hand lightly, and brought her closer to his dad. "Hi, I'm Ciara Messer." She brought up her hand and shook his father's hand.

"Hi, Ciara. I'm Frank Reagan." He said firmly to her. "It's nice to meet you."

She blushed, pulling her hand away quickly.

Henry got up from his seat, and pulled out his hand to Ciara. "…nice to finally meet the girl who stole my grandson's heart." He laughed lightly. "Hi, I'm Henry." He squeezed her hand tightly before he let go.

"Would you two like some wine?" Frank asked the young couple. "We have red and white."

Ciara glanced up to Jamie before she turned to Frank and answered, "Red, if that's alright."

"Of course it is!" Henry yelled, taking his seat again. "Both of you sit down and relax. Relax."

Jamie pulled out a chair next to him for Ciara, before taking a seat across from his grandfather. Ciara took a deep breath, relaxing into her chair. Jamie leaned in by her and said softly into her ear, "Your doing fine. Just relax."

She turned to him, laughing almost. "Thank you." She mouthed to him.

"We've got chicken pasta, cooking in the oven right now." Henry smiled. Frank sat down two cups of red wine in front of the couple. "How was work today, Jamie?" Henry asked, as Frank took a seat next to his father.

"Good." Jamie answered. "Nothing big happened today. We had a call with a man, but it settled quickly." He smiled, before turning to his dad, asking, "How about you?"

"Paper work." He laughed.

Ciara sipped her wine slowly as the Reagan men talked until Frank spoke up and asked her a question. "What do you do for a living, Ciara?"

"Oh, I'm a model." She answered, blushing. She looked down into her wine glass, a bit ashamed of what she was doing. "But…I am still going to school." She added.

"Her third school." Jamie said for her.

Henry looked confused, and a bit surprised. "Three schools? Why's that?"

"I've got a high IQ." She admitted, still blushing. "I get bored, quickly. I stay at each school finishing whatever I need to do before I move schools. And I change schools, so I can test my brain in different environments."

"Where have you gone?" Frank asked, impressed by the young women.

"I've gone to Yale, Harvard, and New York University." She said. "I go to NYU now."

Frank smiled to her. "Well, congrats, Ciara. That's something to be proud of."

"Thanks." She said softly.

"What have you gone for?" Henry asked.

"Psychology, law, criminal justice, forensic and creative writing." Ciara smiled, "I'm criminal justice and forensic right now, sir."

"Criminal justice?" Frank asked, interested. "Why's that?"

She looked at him, and replied, "I guess, you can say, like the Reagan's, I come from a family of cops."

"Oh." Henry said. "Do you like it?"

"Yeah, I do." She smiled.

Around six-thirty, Jamie took Ciara on a tour of the Reagan house, leaving Frank and Henry alone in the kitchen together. "Do you like her?" Henry asked his son, mixing the sauce on the oven.

"I do. She fits him." Frank smiled.

Henry laughed at his son's statement but knew that it was true. "She seems nice, Frank. Smart, kind, pretty. Perfect for Jamie."

"Yeah." Frank agreed with his father.

Frank and Henry's attention went to the kitchen's back door. It was a small knock from Danny. He popped his head in, smiling with his screaming children from behind him. "Something smells good."

Jamie held Ciara's hand tightly as they walked into Jamie's old bedroom. "This was your bedroom?" She asked, looking at his old textbooks from his school.

"Yup." He smiled.

"Seems to fit you." She grinned.

"Really?" Jamie asked, amused by her statement. "Why?"

"Let's see." She laughed. "There are law books from 2000, freshman year of high school right?" She saw Jamie shook his head. "Dark red blankets on the bed, your favorite color. And NYPD stickers on your desk, and I don't have to explain that one right?"

"No smartass." Jamie said, with a joking smile on his face.

"See fits you, Mr. Reagan."

Jamie came closer to her, pressed his hands against her cheek and leaned, slowly, smiling to kiss her lips. "I adore you, Ciara. Do you know that?"

"Yes." She giggled; her cheeks turning a light red.

Jamie's lips softly kissed Ciara's lips, he pressed hard, to deepen the kiss. They stood like that for a few minutes before they heard Frank's voice call up the stairs. "Time for dinner!"

"Are you ready to meet the family?" Jamie asked softly; she was still closer to his lips.

"Yeah." She leaned in, moving closer to Jamie. She softly smiled fore she kissed him. It was only a small peck on the lips, but it would be a kiss, Jamie would be thinking about all night.