I'm so sorry about not updating my fanfics! I've had a major case of writer's block with each one but I'm determined to update them soon. In the meantime, here's one that I was able to finish. I was suppose to post it on December 23rd but a few things came up so I wasn't able to finish it in time. Merry Christmas to all who celebrate!

Also, if anyone has any fanfic ideas from this new season, send them my way and I'll definitely give them a try :)

December 23rd

"Dada!" Grace chirped excitedly, running into her father's open arms as her mother led her into his office.

"Hi sweetheart," Jamie said gently, kissing the top of her head. "Did you have a good day with Mrs. Riley?"

"Mhmm." Grace proudly showed off the brightly colored sticker that was stuck to her shirt. He smiled and lifted her into his arms, then stood up to greet Eddie.

"How was court?" he asked, giving her a quick kiss on the lips. "Were you able to put him away with your testimony?"

"Of course," she answered with a smile. "Mr. Ramirez and his family won't have to worry about that... son of a bitch," she ended up mouthing due to their eighteen month old daughter's tendency to try and repeat any new, interesting words she hears from her parents and other family members. Her Uncle Danny has gotten in trouble time and time again by her parents and aunt for the occasional slip of the tongue at family dinner. "... ever again."

"That's good. I'm glad he's off the streets." He pulled out a small cherry lollipop from the stash in his desk, mainly there for his children for when they stopped by, and handed it to his daughter, who squealed in delight. "As I'm always happy for you guys to come see me, what're you guys doing here? And where's Flynn?"

"Your dad called me earlier and asked if he could pick him up today," Eddie explained.

"Why?" Jamie asked curiously.

"I have no idea," she replied with a shrug. "I didn't ask. He said that he'll have him home in time for bed though. I figured since your dad has Flynn, we could take Grace out and do something."

"That sounds like a great plan," he responded with a smile to his daughter. "I'll pack up and meet you guys in the car."


Frank set down the small stool and lifted his grandson onto it, then handed him a small fishing rod, similar to the one he had gifted Jamie around the same age.

Flynn looked at it curiously, "How do I do this, Pop-Pop?"

"I'm about to show you," he answered with a smile.

It was a tradition in the Reagan family for Frank to teach each of his grandchildren how to fish. With Nicky, she picked up on it as easy as Erin did but ended up losing interest as she got older. With Jack and Sean, he had their attention for a good twenty minutes before they got distracted with something else that seemed way more interesting. And now he hoped to continue the tradition with his youngest grandson, hoping that he would actually stick with it unlike his older cousins.

"Now watch me, Flynn," he instructed the three year old. "I already put the bait on for you. Just follow what I do."

Frank casted his line back over his shoulder then swung it forward into the water as Flynn watched. The little boy nodded and turned with a face of adorable determination, reminding Frank of when Jamie was the same age. He carefully casted his line back over his shoulder then quickly glanced at his grandfather to see if he was doing it right so far.

"Keep going," Frank encouraged with a smile. "You're doing great."

With as much strength as he could muster, Flynn swung the line forward and into the water, matching Frank's movements precisely.

"I did it, Pop-Pop!" Flynn exclaimed with a happy stomp of his feet.

"Good job, Flynn," Frank said proudly, impressed at how quick the three year old was learning. He kissed the top of the little boy's head as he kept a tight hold on his fishing pole.

After a few moments of comfortable silence, the Flynn spoke up again. "Well... what do we do now?"

Frank laughed, "We wait until we get a bite."

"Oh," Flynn responded, looking back out at the water.


"She's loving this," Jamie commented to his wife as they watched the joy on their daughter's face as they walked through Rockefeller Center. Grace was fascinated with anything bright and sparkly so they knew that taking her to see New York's most famous Christmas tree would be a treat.

Eddie smiled down at their daughter who was walking in between them, looking like a marshmallow puff with her big white jacket and matching beanie. "Do you like the pretty lights, sweetheart?"

Grace nodded with an adorable scrunch of her nose, "Pwetty."

"She looks exactly like you when she does that," Jamie commented with an affectionate smile. "Flynn does the same thing, too."

"That's the only thing they got from me. The rest is you, thankfully. As long as they're more like you when they become teenagers."

He laughed, "I'm sure you were not that bad when you were young. You always say you were but Lena has told me otherwise."

"That's because she doesn't know everything I did. As long as Flynn and Grace are not sneaking out after we go to sleep like I did to my parents, then we're doing a good job."

"So... about our conversation the other day," Jamie began, finding a bench so they could sit down. "What're you thinking?"

Eddie sat down and pulled Grace into her lap, who was distracted by the massive tree in front of them, "About... having another baby?"

Jamie nodded and reached over, pulling up the collars of Eddie and Grace's jackets as the wind started to pick up.

"Honestly... I think we're good with our two right now," she responded truthfully. "They're still so young and I just want to enjoy these years with them. I'm more than willing to visit this conversation again in a few years but for now... our family of four is perfect."

Jamie smiled and leaned in, kissing her cold, rosy cheek, "I agree. I just wanted to see where you were at on the subject since Grace is around the age Flynn was when we found out you were pregnant again. Two kids are more than enough right now."

"Dada!" Grace bursted out, tapping on her father's arm to get his attention. She pointed to a vendor a few feet ahead, selling steaming hot chocolate and croissant bread, a favorite combination for the Reagans during the cold months. "Eeet?"

"She's definitely your daughter," Jamie joked. "Always punctual about her meals."

Eddie smiled, "It's dinner time anyways. Would Sal's be open today?"

"I think so," Jamie responded. He stood up, picking up Grace off of her lap and held his arm out. "Come on. Let's go get some dinner."


A few hours later, Frank smiled as Flynn nestled his head on his shoulder, fast asleep as he carried him up to the apartment. Jamie and Eddie were already waiting at the door as they approached.

"How did it go?" Jamie asked, smiling at his sleeping son.

"He's a great fisherman already," Frank responded, handing Jamie the small fishing pole. "He caught another fish after I sent you that picture. He wanted to bring them home to keep them in his room but I told him that I didn't think you guys would appreciate that."

"Can I take him from you?" Eddie said, holding her arms out for the three year old. Frank nodded and carefully handed him off to Eddie.

"I'm going to put him to bed," she said, rubbing circles on the three year old's back. "Goodnight Frank."

"Goodnight," he responded. "You guys will still be spending the night at the house tomorrow, right?

Eddie nodded, "Flynn's been looking forward to it for weeks. He insists that we have to stay at your house because he's afraid that Santa will miss him because we don't have a chimney."

Frank laughed, "He has nothing to worry about. Santa will get him his presents one way or another. See you guys tomorrow night."

Eddie smiled with a nod, turning around and carrying Flynn to his bedroom.

"I'm glad he had a good time," Jamie said to Frank as he admired Flynn's fishing pole. "I had been thinking about taking him for awhile but I felt like he was too young to enjoy it yet."

"He had a great time," Frank confirmed. "Reminded me so much of you at the same age. He picked it up as quickly as you did."

Jamie grinned proudly, "I'll have to start taking him with me when I go. Thanks for taking him dad."

"It was my pleasure," Frank responded. "I love any quality time I get with my grandchildren. Is Grace asleep already?"

Jamie nodded, "Yeah. We just put her down before you got here. Do you want stay for some coffee, dad? I can put on a pot."

Frank shook his head, "I just had some with dinner. Thank you though. It's getting late. I should get going."

Jamie walked him to the front door, "I guess we'll see you tomorrow night. Should we bring anything?"

"Just yourselves," he answered. "I have everything else taken care of." He paused then put a hand on Jamie's shoulder. "All I've wanted for each of my children is just to be happy in all aspects of their life. And I know you definitely are. Seeing you with Eddie and the kids, I know you're more than fulfilled."

"I am," Jamie replied confidently. "I can't imagine my life without them. Everything happens for a reason and I know what I've gone through in my life was meant to lead me to Eddie, Flynn, and Grace. I'm a lucky guy."

"I'm very proud of you, Jamie," Frank said. "You have a beautiful family."

"Thanks dad. Be careful getting home." Jamie watched as Frank walked down the hallway and out of sight.

He walked back into the apartment to find Eddie waiting for him with a tired smile. "They're both down. Do you want to watch a movie or just go to bed?"

Jamie put an arm around her shoulders, "You look like you're about to drop where you stand. Let's just go to bed."

"Love you," she whispered, putting her arms around his waist.

He put his arms around her and kissed the side of her head, "I love you, too."