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Odette

“My god, when did we get old?” Wynn asked the table as we cheered for the fact that Wynn could drink alcohol again.

“I’m going to say around the time we decided to get married and pop out babies. Re-married and more babies in my case,” I told her.

Benji was over in the shop with Murphy. Ever since they had become parents, it was like Murphy finally accepted Benji into the fold.

Especially after that dinner we had when Benji promptly fell asleep, face-first, into his plate.

Murphy took pity on the poor man and befriended him.

He told me he ‘ knew how tough fatherhood could be at first,’ and ‘ what kind of man would he be if he didn’t lend some advice. ’

Their friendship had only grown since then, especially since Murphy found out Benji was incapable of being anything but a good guy. They bonded over fatherhood, and Murphy was trying to teach Benji about being handier in the real world, not just in the operating room or hospital.

“It’s the nights like these that make it all worth it, don’t you think?” Wynn whispered to me.

“It’s a beautiful life, Wynn, and it’s only just beginning.”

Her smile was radiant as she nodded and agreed with me.

“I’d have to agree with my wife.”

Murphy and Benji must have snuck up behind us while we were enjoying the sunset.

“You always agree with her, even when she’s wrong,” Wynn pointed out, but Murphy just grinned and bent down low enough so only I could hear him and whispered, “always.”

Always.