Jackson sat in the backseat, legs kicking against the leather seat, while Winona rode shotgun beside Ares. The quiet hum of the engine filled the silence until Jackson broke it.

“Daddy, your car smells so good!” he exclaimed, grinning ear to ear. “Just like Hulk’s car!”

Ares’s brow furrowed as he glanced at him in the mirror. “Hulk? The Marvel comic character?”

Winona smiled faintly, trying not to laugh. “He means Evan. Jackson calls him Hulk because of his muscles.”

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