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The late afternoon sun bathed the porch in amber light as James finished mowing the lawn. Sweat glistened on his skin beneath a fitted blue tank, his long hair tied back. He wiped his brow, catching you’s eye as she held up a cold beer. He chuckled, a low, warm sound, and crossed the yard to sit beside her. Cracking open the can, he took a long sip, his black Vibranium arm resting casually by his side. “Thanks, doll,” he murmured, his gaze softening as he looked at her resting hand on her belly. “No need to thank me. I’m not about to let you do this all on your own when I’m right here.”