Believing In You (Blue Bloods Fanfiction)

↞ Chapter Twenty-Four ↠

Season Two, Episode Sixteen

For the first time in a long time, I was actually able to attend Mass Sunday before family dinner, and it was rather exciting to be there.

Jameson drove, which meant I fully relied on him not forgetting me on the way home. Which he had done multiple times before, not for any other reason than we simply both forgot. Luckily this go round he didn't, and when we went home, lamb chops were for dinner, and I was very excited.

"Is it true that you arrested Mr. Jett, Uncle Jamie?" Sean smiled brightly as he asked, and I nearly choked as I sipped my wine. I coughed, looking at Jameson and waiting for him to answer. 

Jameson smiled at me, shaking his head as he answered. "Yeah, yeah I did."

I could already hear Danny laughing before he even started, and I shot him a look. He shook his head, "How did this happen?"

"It was an out, for me. From being undercover." I smiled, accepting the congratulations that came from everyone around the table. "I can officially say that Alvie Jones is no more."

"I'll cheers to that." Frank spoke for the first time the entire dinner, an un-Frank-like smile on his face. He lifted his glance, and everyone at the table followed, clinking the rims together and taking a sip.

"Will you miss it?" Nicki piped up, and I was quick to shake my head, looking at Jameson as I spoke.

"Not one bit."  We looked in each others eyes for a moment, his cheeks turning pink the longer that I looked at him. In the background I could hear someone fake gag, and when I looked up Danny pretended like he was disgusted, before laughing his loud boisterous laugh.

"Not that I am not loving this," he shudders, "love fest. Someone," he looked directly at Erin, "told me we were having Irish coffee for dessert, and I'd love to get started on that."

The table laughed, I did not join in. I wasn't exactly sure what Irish coffee was, but I could tell by the reactions from everyone around the table it was a favorite of theirs. I stood from my chair, helping to clear all the plates from the table with Henry. It took a few trips, and when I returned to the dining room after the last trip Frank had nine fancy looking glasses sitting in front of him, and an excited look on his face.

"Right," I kiss Jameson's cheek as I sit back down, "what exactly is an Irish Coffee?"

The sounds that came from everyone at the table made it sound like I had done something so inexcusable, and I couldn't help but smile.

"Simple." Frank started. "Coffee, whiskey, and sweet cream." He grabbed one of the glasses, pouring a certain amount of the first two into the cup, before borrowing a spoon from Linda at his immediate left.

"Now boys and girls." He smiled, "to make a proper Irish coffee, the last step is crucial, so pay attention to this." 

He slowly started to pour the white sweet cream over the back of his spoon, which helped to preserve the layers made by the coffee and whiskey. In the end the drink was rather pretty looking, and I was astonished at his sentimentality at something so small.

"You have to ladle the cream over the back of the spoon, so it doesn't just plop in and muddy the coffee and whiskey." Everyone started to clap sarcastically as he held up the glass for everyone to see.

Frank was very delicate in making the rest of them, careful to forgo the whiskey in exchange for cream soda for the three underage kids. They were passed down the table in a clockwise manor, and I sniffed it before taking a sip.

While I am not a big fan of whiskey, something that upsets the entire Reagan family, I am a big fan of Irish coffee. I was quick to express how much I loved it, and all of them were quick to excuse the fact that I didn't like whiskey by it's self.

I felt as though I was watching the situation as we all laughed and sipped our Irish Coffees. I felt accepted, and happy about everything in my life, and while the idea of Alvie Jones was a hiccup in everything, I felt as though I could live out the rest of my days with this family, and never have to worry about the future.

Bloody Hell.

I love Jameson Reagan, and his family was a big plus too.