At dinner, Jaime and Paige were the life of the party, keeping the atmosphere bubbling with laughter and good vibes.
Later in the evening, Jacob flew in from B City. Upon seeing Wayne, he didn't say a word and just pulled him into a bear hug.
"You missed the show, man! You should've seen me taking the throne," Jacob said, slapping Wayne on the back with a hearty laugh. "I'll let it slide this time, but don't you dare miss out on another big day, bro!"
Wayne, not quite as rough, clapped Jacob on the back in return, "Got it!"
After the brief moment of sentimentality, Jacob joined the party. He kept Hilaria laughing all night long.
Dinner stretched on until nearly ten, and the kids were tucked into bed first.d2
Hilaria soon left the table. Not long after, Paige and Baillie went to put Trista to bed.
Jaime took a call from the lab and rushed off to the study.
The dining room was left with a visibly tipsy Jacob and Wayne with his wife.
Rosalynn thought the two might need some time to talk, so she excused herself to make some coffee to sober up, leaving the dining room.
"I'm done!" Jacob suddenly declared, waving off the offer and getting up. "Wayne, let's go sit in the living room and talk."
"Alright." Wayne could tell Jacob was in pain, from his hair to his toes.
After agreeing, Wayne tried to assist Jacob. But Jacob waved him off, steadying himself before heading to the living room. He settled into the same chair he always sat in whenever he visited.
Erica had once posted a picture on her overseas social media, sitting in that very chair.
Jacob had thought about asking Rosalynn for it, but in the end, he didn't.
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