EPILOGUE
“That is so cute!” exclaimed Sammi, as she held up the pink baby bib with the words “Future Best Jurist of the Year” stitched in cursive. There was a chorus of oohs and ahhs around the table over the bib Benjamin had bought for little Jacey. Cornell applauded with an extra bravo. He and Benjamin had always gotten along like two peas in a pod. Frankly their bromance continued to be downright annoying. Wesley sat on the other side of Cornell, between him and Carl at Sunday brunch, which had doubled in size over the past year.
“Oh brother,” grumbled Stanton. His wife’s eyes narrowed in warning, but seriously, his father went overboard. He’d seamlessly moved on to the next generation without skipping a beat.
“It’s not like in my time, when women only started breaking the barriers.
