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Tank and Kayla had just left Seattle. After Tank unloaded the truck at Walmart, he went straight to AT&T and added Kayla to his plan, buying her the new iPhone 15 Plus since she wanted the pink one. It was nothing to him; it gave her peace of mind knowing no one had her new number but him and his family.

Tank also managed to pick up a multiple-load drop-off. They were currently in Idaho passing through to head to Salt Lake City. He had stops in Salt Lake City, Colorado Springs, Oklahoma City, and then Atlanta. The route was paying a hefty penny, so he jumped on it.

Tank was currently close to the border of Utah as his pops talked his ear off.

"Yeah, Dina left from here earlier, talking with Tanya," Terrance Sr. informed his son.

"Pops, I don't care," Tank said, adjusting his grip on the wheel.

"Yeah, I'm just lettin' you know them Washington girls are plottin'," Terrance Sr. told him.

"Plottin' what? I'm not stunnin' Darling. I'm with Kayla, and that's who I'm gonna be with. Not Darling," Tank said, glancing in the rearview mirror at Kayla sprawled out on the bed, sleeping.

She was exhausted, having ridden his dick several times in Seattle to pass time until he had to unload. Tank smirked. His baby was takin' his dick so damn good, he thought to himself.

"I hear ya, son. I'm just lettin' you know. Besides, I love Kayla for you. She's a great addition to our family," Terrance Sr. confessed.

Tank chuckled. "She is, ain't she?"

"Where she at? It's quiet," Terrance Sr. said.

"Oh, she's sleepin'," Tank answered.

"We been on the phone for two hours. She been sleep the whole time?" Terrance Sr. asked.

"Yup," Tank smirked. She fucked herself to sleep.

"Not you wearin' her out on the road," Terrance Sr. snickered.

Tank chuckled. It was Kayla who was now always initiated sex; he just allowed it. But he would never tell anyone that. He didn't want anybody lookin' at Kayla like she was fast or promiscuous, so he gladly took the blame.

Tank shook his head at the thought. "I meant what I said, I couldn't go six days without her."

"Lord," Terrance Sr. chuckled. "Your mama been havin' dreams of fishes."

Tank smirked. "Good. Hopefully, Kayla is pregnant. I'm gonna marry her and take care of mine."

Terrance Sr. laughed as he thought about his youngest child becoming somebody's daddy. "Boy, you serious?"

"Dead serious," Tank said firmly. "I ain't lettin' her go."

Kayla stirred in the back, shifting slightly but still deep in her sleep. Tank's heart swelled as he watched her. Tank quickly focused his attention back on the road as he smirked to himself. That's my baby, he thought to himself.

He kept his eyes on the road, gripping the steering wheel with one hand while smirking at the thought of Kayla carrying his child. The idea of her being pregnant with his baby made his chest swell with pride. His woman. His baby. His future. He didn't need no damn confirmation—he already claimed it in his mind.

"You really serious, son?" Terrance Sr. asked, still amused by the idea of his youngest being a father so soon.

"Hell yeah, I'm serious. I told you I ain't playin' 'bout Kayla. She mine. Ain't no way 'round it," Tank declared, his tone dripping in certainty.

Terrance Sr. chuckled. "Well, you know your mama gon' be on y'all asses if she find out before y'all even know for sure."

Tank laughed. "I already know. She gon' start talkin' 'bout how she knew it 'cause of them damn fish dreams."

Terrance Sr. hummed in agreement. "Mmm-hmm, and then she gon' start tellin' Kayla what to eat, what not to eat, tryna put her in maternity clothes before she even miss a period."

Tank smirked, his eyes flickering to the rearview mirror, watching Kayla shift slightly in her sleep, her body relaxed and peaceful. He loved that she could rest easy with him. He was her safe place, just like she was his.

Tank cleared his throat and refocused on the road. "Anyway, Pops, I hear you 'bout Dina and them, but I ain't stressin' none of that."

"Well, you need to be aware," Terrance Sr. warned. "They want you back with Darling bad, and you know how them rich folks move when they want somethin'."

Tank smirked. "They ain't got no power over me. I ain't some lil' boy they can control. I'm a grown-ass man, Kayla my woman, and I don't care what nobody say. I love Kayla. She the one. Ain't no doubt in my mind," Tank admitted, his voice laced with conviction.

Terrance Sr. exhaled. "I hear you, son. And honestly, I believe you. Just make sure you takin' care of business and not just runnin' off emotions."

"I always take care of business," Tank assured him. "Speaking of, I gotta hit Salt Lake City by the mornin'. I'ma call you later, Pops."

"A'ight, boy. Stay safe, and take care of my daughter-in-law."

Tank grinned at that. "Always."

After ending the call, he adjusted in his seat, rolling his neck to release some of the tension from driving long hours. He had about two more hours before he was stopping for the night, and he was already looking forward to Kayla waking up.

Tank continued driving, a smirk still plastered on his lips as he thought about his conversation with his pops. He knew his father was just looking out, but Tank wasn't worried about Darling or any of them Washington girls. His focus was on Kayla—his woman, his future, the mother of his kids if everything worked out the way he wanted. His grip tightened on the wheel as he thought about it.

He glanced in the rearview mirror once again, watching Kayla as she lay sprawled out on the bed, her body tangled in the sheets, the smooth curve of her ass peeking out. She was still out cold, her body exhausted from the way she had taken him earlier.

That girl had energy, and he loved every bit of it.

Tank shook his head, chuckling to himself. His baby was insatiable, and he wouldn't have it any other way. The way she clung to him, the way she needed him—it stroked something deep in his soul.

She wasn't just fucking him to pass time; she was making sure he knew she was his. That did something to him. Made him want to keep her close, locked her down so nobody could ever take her away from him.

The miles passed in a blur as he pushed through Idaho, the sun dipping low in the sky. He was making good time, but his mind was racing. His pops had planted a seed with that talk about his mama dreaming of fish.

Tank wasn't a superstitious man, but he knew what that meant. If Kayla was pregnant, it wasn't no question—he was marrying her. Making her officially his. He wasn't about to be nobody's baby daddy. If she was carrying his child, she was going to carry his last name too.

A small movement in the back caught his eye. Kayla stirred, stretching her arms above her head before slowly rolling onto her side. Her eyes fluttered open, sleepy and soft as they locked onto him. A slow, knowing smile spread across her lips.

"Hey, baby," she murmured, her voice thick with sleep.

"Hey, sleepyhead," Tank responded, keeping one hand on the wheel as he glanced at her. "You rest good?"

She nodded, sitting up and wrapping the sheet around her body as she moved toward the front, slipping into the passenger seat beside him. She pulled her knees up to her chest, watching him drive. "Where we at?"

"Just crossed into Utah," he told her. "You hungry?"

She thought for a second before shaking her head. "Nah, I'm good." She bit her lip, her eyes flickering over him. "You been drivin' this whole time?"

"Yeah, gotta make it to Salt Lake City by morning."

Kayla reached out, running her fingers along his arm. "You need me to keep you up?" she asked, her voice laced with that teasing tone that made his dick twitch.

Tank chuckled, shaking his head. "Girl, you ain't even gotta ask."

Kayla smirked, leaning over the console, her warm breath brushing against his neck. "Pull over, Tyler."

His grip on the wheel tightened. "You sure?"

She nodded, her eyes locked on his. "I wanna taste you."

Tank inhaled sharply, flicking the turn signal as he guided the truck onto the next exit. He found a secluded spot off the road, shutting off the engine before turning to face her. Kayla didn't hesitate. She unbuckled her seatbelt, sliding onto his lap with ease, her hands already working his belt open.

Tank groaned as she freed him, her small hands stroking him as she looked up at him through her lashes. "I love you," she whispered before lowering her mouth onto him, taking him deep, making him grip the seat.

"Damn, baby," he groaned, his head falling back as she worked him over with that mouth of hers, proving once again why he wasn't ever letting her go. I love you too Kayla." He let out a deep groan.

Kayla wasn't just his woman—she was his everything. And if she had his baby in her belly right now? He was about to make damn sure she never questioned where she belonged again.