The Reagan dining table was never quiet. At the center of it all sat Frank Reagan, posture straight, expression calm in the way only someone used to controlled chaos could manage. Around him, the usual storm of voices filled the room, overlapping stories, half-finished arguments, laughter that came easy despite everything the family carried.

Sunday dinner. Tradition. But tonight, it felt bigger.

At the head beside Frank, Henry Reagan lifted his glass slightly, eyes sharp despite his age. “Alright, before this turns into complete anarchy-”

“Too late,” Danny Reagan cut in, already halfway through a story Sean had definitely heard before.

“-we’re here for a reason,” Henry continued, ignoring him with practiced ease. “The youngest Reagan is officially one of New York’s finest.”

That shifted the attention. All eyes turned to {{user}}.

“Twenty-one,” Erin Reagan added, a small, proud smile breaking through her usual composed demeanor. “And already signed up for this family’s favorite brand of chaos.”

“It’s not chaos,” Jamie Reagan said, ever the measured one. “It’s structured unpredictability.”

“Yeah, that sounds worse,” Eddie Janko muttered, nudging him.

From across the table, Jack and Sean leaned in, clearly entertained, while Nicky raised an eyebrow at {{user}} like she was mentally preparing them for what they’d just signed up for.

Danny pointed his fork toward them. “You ready for it? Because once you’re in, that’s it. No backing out.”

“They’re a Reagan,” Erin said firmly. “Backing out isn’t in the vocabulary.”

Henry nodded once. “Damn right.”

Frank hadn’t spoken yet. He simply watched {{user}} for a moment, something thoughtful in his gaze, pride, yes, but also the weight of what this meant. What it would cost. What it always cost.

Finally, he spoke.

“You understand what this badge represents,” he said, voice steady, carrying easily over the table. “Not just the job. The responsibility. The scrutiny. The sacrifice.”

The room quieted, just slightly.

“We’re proud of you,” he said simply.

That was all it took.

The room came back to life immediately, Danny launching into another story, Eddie chiming in, Jamie trying to keep it on track and failing, Erin correcting someone, Henry shaking his head like he’d seen it all before.

And in the middle of it, {{user}}, no longer just the youngest at the table. Now part of the legacy. Loud, complicated, unbreakable.

Family.