Kayla and Tank were now back in Decatur, wrapped in the comfort of their home. After days on the road, they'd finally made it back early that morning, and exhaustion had hit them hard. They had slept the morning and early afternoon away, tangled in each other's arms beneath the cool sheets.

But now, Tank was wide awake. And wired.

He laid on his side, propped up on one elbow, studying Kayla's sleeping form like she was the only thing in the world that mattered.

Damn, she was beautiful. Was all Tank could think.

Kayla was completely naked, her body curled up slightly, her soft brown skin glowing against the dim light creeping through the blinds. He'd been noticing for a while now—she was getting thicker.

At first, he chalked it up to being in Georgia, eating good, resting well, and finally not living in survival mode. But now? Now, he knew.

His baby was pregnant.

She had to be. The signs were all there—she'd been sleeping more, staying wet for him damn near all the time, always ready to fuck, and her body had this fullness to it that made him even more obsessed with her. Not to mention, her appetite had increased, and she had that glow.

Tank smirked to himself, his hand gliding over her hip as he admired her.

Kayla stirred, her lashes fluttering before her eyes slowly opened. She looked up at him, sleepy and soft, but before she could say anything, he leaned down and kissed her forehead.

"Come on, lil' bit, you gotta take these tests," he murmured against her skin.

Kayla's stomach twisted with nerves. What if she wasn't pregnant?

She wanted to be. Hell, she prayed she was. But the thought of disappointing Tank, of seeing that excitement drain from his face, made her chest tighten.

Her lips trembled as tears welled in her eyes.

Tank frowned and wiped her tears away with his thumb. "Don't cry, baby," he soothed.

Kayla inhaled shakily. "I don't wanna let you down," she whispered, her voice cracking.

Tank's expression softened. He cupped her face, his lips brushing against hers, his voice firm and sure. "You could never—and I mean never—let me down."

Kayla nodded, letting out a slow breath. She sat up, and Tank reached for the Walmart bag sitting on the dresser. All ten pregnancy tests were inside.

She swallowed hard. "You really bought every damn test," she chuckled, attempting a small smile.

Tank chuckled. "Damn right."

They made their way to the bathroom, Kayla pulling her hair into a messy bun as she reached for a couple of tests. Tank grabbed the others.

There was no hesitation between them, no shyness. No boundaries.

Kayla squatted in front of the toilet, tests in hand, as Tank crouched beside her. She positioned the pregnancy sticks under her, glancing at him as she did. "It don't get more intimate than this," she muttered.

Tank smirked. "Nah, baby," he said, watching as the test absorbed her urine. "When you push my baby out? That's gon' be the highest level of intimacy."

Kayla's breath hitched as she finished peeing on the tests, setting them on the counter one by one.

And then Tank—without a second thought—grabbed some toilet paper and wiped her himself.

Kayla's eyes widened, her heart pounding as she watched him. It was the simplest thing, but it hit different.

This man loved her.

She could see it in his eyes, feel it in the way he touched her.

And at that moment, Kayla knew—pregnant or not, Tank wasn't going anywhere.

Tank grabbed his phone, quickly setting the timer for three minutes before placing it face-up on the bathroom counter. The numbers began to tick down, but to Kayla, it felt like time had stopped altogether. Her emotions were all over the place—flipping from fear to hope, from anxiety to excitement. Her hands trembled slightly as she stared down at the row of pregnancy tests lined up on the bathroom counter, waiting for them to give her the answer that could change everything.

Tank stood behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist, his chin resting on her shoulder. "Breathe, lil' bit," he murmured, pressing a soft kiss against her neck. "Ain't no matter what them tests say, I got you."

Kayla nodded, inhaling deeply, but her chest still felt tight. "I just—" She swallowed. "I don't wanna let you down, Tank."

He turned her around in his arms, gripping her chin gently between his fingers, forcing her to look up at him. "You ain't never gotta say that again," he told her, his voice deep and steady. "You mine, baby. Whether you pregnant or not, that ain't never gon' change."

Kayla's lips quivered, but she nodded. Tank kissed her forehead before pulling her back into his chest, swaying with her slightly, trying to keep her calm as they waited.

The timer on his phone seemed to tick slower than usual.

Each second that passed felt like a lifetime.

Kayla closed her eyes, gripping the fabric of Tank's shirt, silently praying. Please let me be pregnant. Please let this be real.

Then—

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

The alarm went off, echoing through the bathroom like a gunshot.

Kayla's stomach dropped.

Tank reached for the first test, his hands steady as he picked it up and turned it over.

His breath hitched.

A slow, satisfied grin spread across his face.

He held it up to Kayla, his eyes locked on hers as he whispered, "Pregnant."

Kayla's heart stopped.

Her hand flew to her mouth, tears spilling over as she grabbed the next test. Pregnant.

She reached for another. Pregnant.

Every single test confirmed it—she was having Tank's baby.

A choked sob broke from her lips, and before she could even react, Tank lifted her off her feet, his arms locked tight around her as he spun her around.

"I knew it," he whispered against her skin, his voice thick with emotion. "I knew it, baby."

Kayla clung to him, laughing through her tears. "Tank..."

He pressed his forehead against hers, his thumbs wiping away the tears on her cheeks. "You carrying my baby," he said, his voice full of love, full of pride. "We 'bout to start our own family, lil' bit."

Kayla nodded, more tears falling as she cupped his face. "We are."

Tank kissed her hard, pouring everything he felt into her lips, into her body. When he pulled back, he smirked.

"Guess I gotta put a ring on that finger now, huh?"

Tank couldn't contain himself—he was hyped.

"Ay, I knew it, Kayla! I knew yo' lil' ass was pregnant," he said, pacing the bathroom, running his hands over his head. His excitement was bubbling over, his country twang thick as he rambled. "Man, I done told Pops, told my damn self. Hell, I was finna tell the damn truck stop workers the other day, 'cause I felt this shit in my soul!"

Kayla giggled, wiping her tear-streaked face. "Tank—"

"Nah, baby, listen, this mean everything. I already been planning on wifin' yo' ass up, but now?" He shook his head, grinning from ear to ear. "Now, we gotta go on 'head and make it official. I'ma get you the baddest ring, baby. I ain't talkin' no lil' weak-ass ring neither, I'ma get you somethin' serious."

Kayla covered her mouth, trying to hold back her smile, but Tank was gone.

"I'm talkin' big diamonds, baby. Shit, I might just let you pick two. 'Cause that's my baby in there." He pointed to her stomach, his eyes dancing with excitement. "Damn, we gotta go baby shoppin'. We need a crib, we need clothes, we need a car seat. Oh, we need a lil' baby onesie that say 'Daddy's lil' trucker' or some shit—"

Kayla burst out laughing. "Tank, the baby isn't even the size of a peanut yet—"

"I don't give a damn! You mine, this baby mine, we a family now. Ain't nobody fuckin' with us."

Kayla felt her heart swell as she watched him, the pure joy radiating from him. This man really loved her. This wasn't just excitement—this was love.

Tank suddenly stopped pacing and turned to her, his expression serious. "Damn, we gotta tell my folks. My mama gon' act a damn fool."

Kayla bit her lip. "What about mine?"

His whole face darkened. His playful grin vanished.

"Ain't no telling them. They ain't got shit to do with this." His voice dropped, firm and protective. "You mine now, Kayla. This our family. Fuck them."

Kayla felt a chill run down her spine—not out of fear, but from the intensity in his voice. The possession.

And she loved it.

She nodded, her eyes locked on his. "Okay."

Tank exhaled, rubbing his face. "Shit, lemme call Mama." He reached for his phone, but Kayla grabbed his wrist.

"Wait." She smiled. "Let's just enjoy this moment a little longer."

Tank looked at her for a second, then smirked, dropping his phone. "You right." He stepped closer, his big hands sliding down to grip her waist. "C'mere, lil' bit."

Kayla melted against him as he kissed her—deep, slow, claiming. His hands roamed her body, gripping her ass, slipping between her thighs.

Tank wasn't just excited.

He was about to show her just how much he loved the mother of his child.

Tank's hands roamed Kayla's soft, bare skin, his excitement bubbling over as he tried to piece everything together in his head. His palms slid over her hips, up her stomach, and rested just below her navel. He stared at her belly like he could see the baby growing inside.

"Lil' bit...how far along you think you is?" he murmured, his hands splayed wide over her stomach.

Kayla exhaled, her fingers tracing small circles on his chest. "I don't know, Tank. My periods are all over the place, you know that."

Tank chewed the inside of his cheek, thinking hard. "Aight, when's the last time you bled? Like...really bled?"

Kayla frowned, trying to remember. "I think..." She trailed off, shaking her head. "Maybe a few months ago?"

Tank's eyes widened. "A few months?"

Kayla shrugged. "Maybe two or three? I didn't think much of it 'cause sometimes they skip. Plus, we been...you know, busy."

Tank smirked at that but quickly sobered up. "Baby, that mean you deep in this pregnancy. That means my baby in there big." His eyes darkened as he rubbed slow, deep circles over her belly. "That means I been bussin' in you and securin' the bag months ago."

Kayla felt a shiver run down her spine. The way he was looking at her, like he was ready to breed her all over again.

She swallowed hard. "Tank—"

"Nah, baby, think about it." His grip tightened on her waist as he sat her on the bathroom counter, positioning himself between her legs. "That mean yo' ass been pregnant all up in that truck, all through them states, all while I been strokin' you out—"

Kayla whimpered as his hands slid between her thighs, teasing her entrance.

"Damn, lil' bit...you been carryin' my baby this whole time, and I ain't even know." He bit his lip, his fingers slipping deeper. "That shit turn me on."

Kayla shuddered as his touch ignited a fire inside her.

Tank grinned. "I know what you need, baby." He leaned in, kissing her slow, teasing, making her feel just how much he loved her.

Because now, now he had everything he ever wanted.

Kayla gasped against his lips, her body already responding to him. Tank's hands gripped her thick thighs, pulling her closer to the edge of the bathroom counter, his excitement for this pregnancy making his touches even more possessive.

"You really mine now, Kayla," he murmured against her neck, his lips dragging over her heated skin. "Ain't no runnin', no leavin', no nothin'. You my woman, and you carryin' my baby. Say it."

Kayla shivered, her nails digging into his shoulders. "I'm yours, Tyler," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion and arousal.

Tank smirked. "Damn right, you is." His hands slid down her body, rubbing over her stomach with reverence. "This my baby in here, my firstborn. You makin' me a daddy, lil' bit."

Kayla swallowed hard, her eyes burning with unshed tears. She had never felt this loved, this wanted. And the way Tank was looking at her, like she was the most precious thing in his world—it made her heart ache in the best way.

Tank leaned down, kissing her belly, his rough palms caressing every inch of her skin. "I bet you gon' look sexy as hell pregnant," he muttered, pressing his forehead against her stomach. "Can't wait 'til that belly start showin'."

Kayla bit her lip, her fingers running through his curls. "You think I'm really pregnant?"

Tank lifted his head, his brown eyes dark and sure. "I don't think—I know. You carryin' my baby, Kayla." He smirked, his hands sliding lower, teasing between her thighs. "And I'ma keep you pregnant. Forever."

Kayla trembled as his fingers slipped inside her, her breath hitching as pleasure shot through her veins.

Tank chuckled, watching her melt under his touch. "Yeah, that's my pregnant pussy, huh?" His deep voice sent a shiver down her spine. "Ain't nobody ever gon' have this but me."

Kayla whimpered, her body surrendering to him completely.

And in that moment, she knew—Tank wasn't just making love to her, he was claiming her.

Tank growled low in his throat, his patience slipping away as he felt just how wet she was for him. His fingers slid in and out of her with ease, her slick coating his skin, making him even harder.

"Nah, I can't wait," he muttered, pulling his fingers out and sucking them into his mouth, groaning at the taste of her. "You always so ready for me, lil' bit."

Kayla moaned, watching him with hooded eyes, her chest rising and falling rapidly. "Tank..."

"I know, baby. I know."

He didn't give her a chance to say anything else before he grabbed her thighs, spreading her wide as he freed his dick. His tip was already leaking, throbbing, needing to be inside her. He lined himself up, rubbing his head against her swollen clit before pushing just the tip inside.

Kayla's nails dug into his shoulders, her body arching off the counter. "Oh my god—"

"Shhh, take it," Tank rasped, pushing deeper, stretching her open, filling her completely. He gritted his teeth, his body shaking as he felt her tight heat wrap around him. "Damn, baby... you feel so good."

Kayla gasped, her legs trembling as she adjusted to his thick length. No matter how many times they did this, he always felt big, always made her body work to take every inch.

Tank let out a deep groan as he bottomed out, his hands gripping her waist. "Shit, Kayla... I swear, I ain't never pullin' out again."

Kayla moaned, her body already pulsing around him, clenching tight as if she wanted to keep him buried inside her forever.

Tank smirked, leaning down to kiss her, his strokes slow and deep. "You really pregnant now, lil' bit. And after this baby, we havin' another one. And another."

Kayla whimpered against his lips as he started moving faster, her body surrendering completely.

Tank didn't waste a second. With his dick still buried deep inside her, he wrapped his strong arms around Kayla's waist and lifted her effortlessly off the counter. She gasped, clinging to his shoulders as he carried her across the room, every step making his thick length shift inside her, sending pleasure rippling through her body.

"You ain't gotta hold on, baby," Tank smirked, gripping her ass tighter as he walked. "I got you."

Kayla buried her face in his neck, her breath warm against his skin. "You always do."

Tank reached the bed and eased her down onto the mattress, keeping his hips pressed against hers, refusing to slip out. He hovered over her, eyes locked on hers, his fingers brushing a strand of hair from her face.

"I'm 'bout to fuck you so good, you ain't gon' be able to move when I'm done," he murmured, rubbing his nose against hers before sliding his tongue between her lips.

Kayla whimpered into his mouth, her legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper. "Then don't talk about it," she whispered, her voice dripping with need. "Do it."

That was all the encouragement Tank needed.

He gripped her thighs and slammed into her, knocking the air from her lungs. Kayla cried out, her back arching as pleasure crashed over her in waves. Tank was deep. Deep enough to make her see stars, deep enough to make her forget everything but the feel of him stretching her open, filling her completely.

"Shit—" she gasped, her fingers clawing at his back.

"Yeah, that's what I like," Tank growled, setting a steady rhythm, his strokes long and deep. "You takin' this dick like a big girl."

Kayla moaned as he rolled his hips, hitting spots that made her toes curl. She was so wet, she could hear the wet sounds of their bodies connecting, the slick glide of him driving into her over and over again.

Tank kissed down her neck, sucking at the sensitive skin before licking his way to her breasts. He took a nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the bud before sucking hard, making her whimper.

"Tank..."

"I know, baby," he groaned, his pace quickening, his strokes becoming rougher, more desperate.

Kayla's legs trembled as she felt herself getting close, her body tightening around him. Tank felt it too, the way her walls gripped him, pulling him deeper, milking him for everything he had.

"That's right, cum on this dick," he commanded, reaching between them to rub her clit in slow, deliberate circles.

Kayla's body tensed, her mouth falling open in a silent scream as her orgasm crashed over her. Tank groaned at the feel of her pulsating around him, the tight grip pushing him closer to the edge.

He didn't stop.

Didn't slow down.

He wasn't done with her yet.

They had all afternoon. And he planned to make every second count.