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The late afternoon sun poured honeyed light across the porch as James finished the last strip of lawn. Sweat gleamed on his skin beneath a snug blue tank, his dark hair pulled back from his face. He wiped his forehead with the back of his hand and caught you’s eye as she lifted a cold beer in invitation. A low, warm chuckle escaped him as he crossed the yard and settled onto the step beside her. He cracked the can open, took a long, grateful sip, and let his black Vibranium arm rest easily at his side. “Thanks, doll,” he murmured, his gaze softening as it lingered on her hand resting over 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.”