3rd person pov

(This will be very AU, timeline will be a bit blurred, please just go with it!)

The third Reagan child had at long last married his longtime girlfriend, Angela Ferraro, now Angela Ferraro- Reagan. They gelled together perfectly, she always supported the Detective i anything he needed to do while on the job. One day when the Detective was coming home from a long day serving in the Warrants Squad of the NYPD, he caught the delicious smell of various miscellaneous foods coming from his and Angela's kitchen, and called out

"Angie? What smells so good?"

The woman in question smiled at the Detective

"See if you can figure it out, Detective."

Laughing at his wife's behavior, Joe Reagan entered the room and looked at the beautifully laid out table, with candles lit around a very interesting selection of food

"Baby carrots, baby beef, baby corn... Angie, are you serious? We're gonna have a baby?"

Tears of happiness glistening in her eyes, she nodded, only for her husband to respond by picking her up and twirling her, planting a sweet kiss against her smiling lips, his own grin just as wide

"I'm so happy, Angie! When do you wanna tell the family?"

The family consisted of only the Reagan side, for Angela had long been an orphaned only child. Joe's grandfather Henry and his wife Betty, Joe's father Frank and his wife Mary, his brother Danny and his wife Linda and his sister Erin and her husband Jack. Last in line was Jamie, the youngest of Joe's generation of Reagans. He was studying Law, to be an attorney like Erin. Jack was a defense attorney, Danny was a Detective like Joe, Linda was a nurse and Angela was a teacher. Erin and Jack had a daughter, Nicky; and Danny and Linda had two boys, Jack and Sean. Jamie had a girlfriend from Harvard, Sydney. They were all going to be overjoyed.

Joe Reagan's pov

We had all gathered for Sunday Dinner, a tradition in our family, dreamed up by Grandma Betty. I cleared my throat

"Guys... We have some news. Angie and I are expecting!"

Congratulations went around the table, with everyone hugging us, but in the months to come, tragedy would come to prey upon our family. First it was Grandma Betty who departed, then my own mother died from cancer, all while Angie was still pregnant with our baby boy, who Angie declared would be named Connor Joseph, a simple switch in the order of my name. We grieved and grew closer together, all of us, and Dad and Grandpa ended up living together in the Bay Ridge house that my siblings and I grew up in.

A few months later, our family had a reason to celebrate again, because Connor was finally here. A big boy, he weighed over 8 pounds and measured more than the average baby as well, even for a full term, 40 weeks pregnancy. For a long time, everything was perfect.

Danny's pov- 2 years later

Two years had gone by, and all the kids were growing by the day, especially Connor. He loved running and babbling, and he was adorable. I'm brought out of my thoughts when my partner and I got a call to a high school in an area overrun by gangs. Shots fired, multiple dead, many more injured. Heightening my senses, I realized it was the high school Angela taught at, and was praying to escape the worst case scenario. When we got there, all of my hope had been for not, my sister-in-law was dead, her husband and two-year-old son none the wiser. I sighed and pulled out my phone, making a call my older brother picked up immediately

"What's up, Danny?"

I sighed

"Sit down."

He obliged, and I sighed

"A gang banger shot Angela a few times. By the time we got there, she was gone. I'm so sorry, Joe. Dad has Connor at the house."

I was not used to hearing my brother sob, and my heart broke for him, and for Connor, who kept asking for his Mama every chance he got. But we were going to help him and Joe through it. Little did we know disaster was once again lurking at our doorstep.