It's the 4th of July.

The backyard buzzed with laughter and the smell of grilled food, string lights casting a warm glow as fireworks popped in the distance. Arthur sat on the porch steps, phone in hand, watching the sky while you leaned against him, your head resting on his shoulder. The world felt calm and right for once.

You smiled, nudging him softly, “You’re not gonna put that phone down and enjoy this, are you?”