(A/N: Once again, this chapter will contain a few timeskips)
Erin's pov
Right after I revealed to my husband that I was pregnant, he kissed me for a long time, until we absolutely needed to come up for air. We weren't necessarily surprised we had gotten pregnant, but it sure would be interesting with a child in her early 20s, and one at sixteen. We had decided to tell my family tonight, the day we would return and get Peter from Grandpa and Dad's house. It would be easy for the family to notice too, because it was St. Patrick's Day, and my four leaf clover drink would not have the Whiskey element to it. I'm confident the minds of the finest protectors of the city would be quick to catch on. We all sat down for dinner; Maria, Will and Jack now permanent figures at the table. This time Lara Jean was able to join in, sitting on Peter's other side. After we had said the prayer over the food, it was time for the Irish blessing. Whiskey was brought for the adults, but I joined the minors in drinking a Coke instead. Sean was very helpful in passing the four leaf clovers to everyone, and Eddie asked
"Aw, this is so cute! What do you do with it?"
I smiled
"You drown it in the whiskey."
Danny chuckled
"Don't worry, it won't feel a thing, it's already dead."
We all laughed at that, and I could tell all eyes had noticed my choice of beverage. Regardless, first we partook in the tradition of the Irish blessing. Raising their glass in a toast one at a time, the older Reagans began the blessing, Dad going first
"May the road rise up to meet you"
Danny took over
"May the wind be always at your back"
I smiled softly, memories of the past years making me wistful for those not with us today, and anxious to meet those that would soon be with us
"May the sun shine warm upon your face"
Jamie raised a glass next
" may the rain fall soft upon your fields"
The one to finish us off was Pop
"Til we meet again, may God hold you in the palm of His hand"
We all chorused "Happy St. Patrick's Day" and took a swig, then throwing the clover behind our backs by the stem. I smiled when I saw Peter teaching LJ how to do it, and her happiness when she did it correctly
"I did it, I'm Irish!"
She then turned fully to Peter
"I'm Irish, kiss me."
He was more than happy to oblige, whispering
"I love you, Covey."
Cheers went all around, only stopped by Pop saying
"Now Erin, why are you drinking Coke? Am I going to have more great-grandchildren?"
He was never subtle unless he wanted to be. I chuckled
"Yes, you are. I'm pregnant. 3 weeks along."
More congratulations went around. We had our Irish dinner a tad earlier that day because we were all headed to Peter's lacrosse game straight after. The only one unable to go was Will, who had to book it to the ER for a 12-hour overnight shift.
A few hours later, middle of the game, 3rd person pov
Led by Peter and Trevor, the Adler High School Lacrosse team was obliterating their opponents, 9-1. Peter was mostly on the roster as a goalie, but he was versatile enough to fall into any other position mid-game, if needed. He had scored 2 of the points thus far. His friend Chris, his friend Lucas, and the entire Reagan family were in the stands, along with Lara Jean, of course. In the final moments of the game, one of their rivals decided to play dirty, managing to bypass the protective gear and stomp on Peter's knee, along with scratching the lower side of his cheek with some razor blades hidden in their lacrosse stick. Instantly, that player was thrown off the team. Pop was calling an ambulance, and Nicky, Jack, LJ and Erin were soon at Peter's side. He was breathing erratically, no doubt from the pain.
"Mom, it hurts... make it stop, PLEASE!"
Erin hugged her son as close as she could without causing more pain to him, trying to comfort him, as was LJ. Soon the entire entourage was at St. Victor's, and luckily, there was nothing against Will helping Peter, given that he was the only surgeon on-call. Normally, family can't work on family, but Will was only semi-engaged to Peter's aunt at this point. The surgeon quickly spotted his soon-to-be nephew and winced at his state
"Peter!"
Trying to keep his mind off his current predicament, the jock in question said, rather breathlessly
"At least we still won. 9 to 1. But I'm gonna need some help."
Will nodded
"I can see that. Let's get you that help, ok?"
The teen nodded, being taken to one of the ER bays for the regular examinations before a surgery could be scheduled for his knee. At least his cheek would only need stitches, leaving minimal scarring, looking like a dimple at the most. After he got set with some pain medication while an OR became available, Peter finally was able to lean back and relax a bit, cheek still numb from the local anesthetic
"Better... Thanks, Will."
He smiled
"You're welcome. I'm so sorry this happened."
Peter nodded
"Me too. So, how long after surgery til I go back to normal?"
The doctor sighed, knowing the teen would not necessarily like the answer
"It can take 6 to 8 weeks to fully recover from a dislocated kneecap, but you will usually be able to walk within a few days. You may be given a knee support to wear for 2 weeks to help it heal. A crutch can help if it hurts too much to walk."
As Dr. Hochman expected, that only elicited a groan from the athlete. He sighed
"Sorry, Kiddo."
Peter smiled a bit
"Not your fault, you're the one helping me out of this mess."
The doctor smiled
"Hey, think of how you'll be off dish duty for a few Sundays, about all the cuddles and movies with LJ... it's not all bad."
Thankfully that did cheer him up, and as soon as there was an opening, they went to the OR to repair Peter's kneecap. By the next day, he was home, with the road to recovery ahead, but loved ones by his side in spades.
Timeskip- 2 weeks later
Frank's pov
A few weeks back, I had made my decision on which mayoral candidate I would be backing, and in general, the people I served had been happy with that endorsement. Today, the final results would be in, and all eyes were on the impending results. Mayor Dutton was not without supporters, but I just could not be one of them. My family was with me and my staff at my headquarters at 1PP, Joe trying to keep his mother and possible Madame Mayor-elect Paula Hill as calm as possible as we waited on the results
"Ma, take a deep breath, it's gonna be ok."
She smiled at him gratefully, giving him a hug
"Thank you, Joey. What would I do without you?"
He grinned mischievously
"Probably not have had a kid drive you up a wall and down the other for twenty-odd years? And counting."
Luckily, his joking mannerisms and sly grin he had gotten from his father made the room erupt in much needed laughter, only stopping when the votes were in. We held our breaths, and I could tell Sid had mouthed a plea of 'Not her again', not that I could really blame him. The one to break the silence was Joe
"Well?"
Garrett was the one to reveal the results
"By a huge margin, the Madame Mayor- elect is Paula Hill!"
Instantly we celebrated, congratulating her on a campaign well-ran, causing her to smile
"Thank you all for your help, support and endorsement, especially you, Joey; and you,Frank. Please don't even bother with your customary letter of resignation until invited to stay on as PC, I would be honored to have you serve alongside me."
The young Detective hugged his mother as Frank looked on. Smile making his mustache twitch, the PC replied
"Yes, Madame Mayor. Thank you."