Tank is a Cancer, June 21st.

Tank and Kayla managed to finish their second round and shower before guests arrived. Tank was dressed, and Kayla wore a red sundress, per Tank's request. He loved her in a sundress, and his favorite color was red. His eyes roamed over her openly, his tongue sliding across his bottom lip. Her belly was round and full, her ass had gotten bigger—thanks to both the pregnancy and all the backshots he had blessed her with.

"Don't put no panties on," Tank murmured, his voice thick with desire.

Kayla obeyed without hesitation, knowing exactly how he liked it. As she moved, Tank reached out, smacking her ass before gripping a handful, his big hand spreading over the softness.

Kayla let out a small moan, biting her lip as she pushed at his hand. "Stop before your family comes over," she warned, but her voice held no real conviction.

Tank smirked, finally letting go, but not before giving her one last squeeze. "They know I be in this," he said smugly.

Kayla rolled her eyes, fighting a smile as they walked down the hall into the living room and kitchen area. Tank's gaze immediately caught the additional decorations and the presents wrapped neatly on the table, all from Kayla.

Once again, he was surprised. Taken aback.

No woman has ever done all this for him before. No woman has ever cared enough to put this much effort into making him feel special.

His chest tightened as he looked over at her, his woman, his fiancée, standing there in that red sundress, glowing—his and carrying his child.

"I love you, baby," Tank said, his voice low but full of emotion.

Kayla turned to him, a warm smile spreading across her face. "I love you too, Tank."

Tank exhaled, shaking his head slightly, still in awe of her. "You really the best thing that ever happened to me."

Kayla stepped closer, placing a hand on his chest. "And you're the best thing that's ever happened to me, too."

Tank didn't give a damn if his family was about to walk through that door—he pulled her in, pressing his lips against hers, letting her feel exactly how much he meant it.

Tank deepened the kiss, his hand sliding to the small of Kayla's back, pulling her closer until there was no space between them. Kayla melted into him, moaning against his lips, her fingers gripping the fabric of his shirt. She knew he was feeling emotional—this was a big deal for him. Nobody had ever taken the time to make him feel special like this, and the weight of that wasn't lost on her.

Just as Tank slid his tongue into her mouth, they heard a knock at the door, followed by Coco's loud voice.

"Open up, birthday boy!"

Tank groaned, reluctantly pulling back. "Damn, they got the worst timing."

Kayla chuckled, smoothing down her dress. "You knew they were coming."

"Yeah, but I need five more minutes with you." His hand slipped under her dress, palming her bare ass. "Matter fact, you sure I can't get a quickie before they come in?"

Kayla swatted his arm, laughing. "Tank!"

He smirked but finally let her go, making his way to the door. When he opened it, Coco, Tamera, Tanya, and Terrance Jr. all filed in, followed by Sherri and Terrance Sr.

"Happy Birthday!" they all called out, filling the house with energy.

Coco was the first to size Tank up. "Damn Tank, you looking real happy this morning." She glanced over at Kayla, who was blushing slightly. "Kayla, you do something special for my cousin?"

Tank smirked, wrapping an arm around Kayla's waist. "Let's just say my day started real nice."

Tamera shook her head. "Y'all nasty."

Sherri shot Tank a look but couldn't even be mad. She was used to her son being openly affectionate with Kayla. Instead, she smiled warmly. "You deserve a special day, baby."

Tank nodded, his chest tightening again. "Appreciate it, mama."

Coco clapped her hands. "Alright, where the food at? I know Kayla been cooking."

Kayla grinned. "Of course. Gumbo, fried fish, cornbread, macaroni and cheese, red beans and rice, collard greens, and some dirty rice."

"Oh, you showing out today!" Tanya said, impressed.

"She stay showing out," Tank said, kissing Kayla's temple.

Kayla just smiled, happy to see him happy.

As everyone made themselves comfortable, the doorbell rang again. This time, it was Julian and David, Tank's boys from high school. They greeted him with daps and laughs, passing him a bottle of liquor as a gift.

"Damn, y'all came through," Tank said, eyeing the bottle.

"Of course, nigga, it's your day," Julian said. "And Kayla made sure we knew about it."

Tank turned to Kayla, raising a brow. "You did all that?"

Kayla shrugged, smiling. "I wanted to make sure the people you love showed up for you."

Tank stared at her for a second before shaking his head with a small smirk. "I swear, I don't deserve you."

"Yes, you do," Kayla whispered, reaching for his hand.

Tank squeezed her fingers, his heart full.

More family had arrived—Tank's uncles, a few cousins, even some of Sherri and Terrance Sr.'s longtime friends who had watched him grow up. The house was full and the energy was loud but good—laughter, conversations overlapping, music playing low in the background. Plates were being passed, drinks poured, kids running around outside while the adults caught up. It was family. It was love.

And right in the middle of it all was Kayla.

She moved around like she'd been doing this forever, making sure everyone had a plate, refilling drinks, laughing and talking, making sure Tank was good. She wasn't just his fiancée; she was his woman, holding it down in every way that mattered. And she did it so naturally, so effortlessly, like she was meant to be here.

Tank watched her, barely hearing whatever Julian was saying beside him. His chest felt tight, but in a good way. He had been in love with Kayla since day one, but today? Watching her move through his family, seeing the way they loved her, how she fit in so seamlessly—he felt like his heart was about to burst.

A woman had never done this for him.

Sure, he had flings, had women who were attracted to him, who liked what he could do for them in bed, maybe even liked his company for a while. But no woman had ever loved him like this. No woman had seen him, had wanted him this much.

Julian snapped his fingers in front of his face. "Nigga, you listening?"

Tank blinked, snapping out of it. "Huh?"

Julian shook his head, laughing. "I said—damn, never mind. I see where your head at." He nodded toward Kayla.

Tank smirked, not even trying to hide it. "Yeah. That's mine."

David laughed, taking a sip from his cup. "Ain't nobody questioning that, bruh. You got that look in your eye like you tryna wife her again."

Tank shrugged. "Shit, if I could, I would."

The three of them laughed, but Tank wasn't joking.

Coco walked by, hearing the tail end of the conversation and smirking. "Boy, you so whipped."

Tank looked at her, completely unbothered. "And?"

Coco cackled. "Ain't say it was a bad thing. I love y'all together." She glanced over at Kayla, who was talking to Sherri and Tamera. "She happy as hell."

Tank followed her gaze, watching the way Kayla's face lit up as she talked. She was happy. Glowing.

His woman. His family. His everything and he was gonna make sure she knew it.

Tank nodded along to whatever Julian was saying, his eyes never left Kayla.

She moved around the room like she owned it, that red sundress hugging every new curve his baby had given her. Belly round, hips wider, ass sitting even fatter than before. She was his in every way that mattered. His fiancée. The mother of his son. The love of his fucking life.

Julian caught the look on his face and shook his head with a smirk. "You're obsessed."

David chuckled, sipping from his cup. "Nigga, wouldn't you be if your fiancée looked like that?"

"Not too much," Tank warned, shooting David a look.

David threw his hands up. "Relax, bruh. I'm a man—I see her, I ain't blind." His eyes flickered over to Kayla, who was laughing with Tanya and Coco. "You got her pregnant, and now she thicker than ever. I know I ain't the only one who peeped."

Tank rolled his eyes. "Yeah, well, keep your eyes to your damn self."

Julian laughed, shaking his head. "Ain't nobody gon' take Kayla from you, nigga. Even if they tried, she wouldn't leave. She just as obsessed with you as you are with her."

Tank smirked because he knew that. Kayla was his in every sense of the word.

David clapped him on the back. "I'm happy for you, man. 'Cause Darling? She wasn't it. Neither was that Hannah girl."

Tank scoffed, shaking his head. "Hell nah, they wasn't."

And just as he said that, Kayla started making her way toward him, holding his birthday cake, a big-ass grin on her face as she started singing Happy Birthday.

The entire room joined in, but Tank— all he saw was her.

Tank smirked as Kayla reached him, her voice sweet as she led the song. The room was filled with family and friends, but all he could focus on was her. The way she beamed at him, her dimples deep, her belly round, her love for him unapologetically written all over her face.

She set the cake down on the table in front of him, candles flickering. Twenty-four. Damn, life felt real now.

"Make a wish, baby," Kayla said softly, her eyes locked on his.

Tank exhaled through his nose, shaking his head. "I got everything I ever wanted right here."

Julian and David chuckled, and Coco playfully rolled her eyes. "Nigga, blow out the candles before the wax melt all in the damn cake," she teased.

Tank smirked and leaned forward, closing his eyes for a brief second before blowing out the flames.

Applause and cheers filled the room, and Sherri clapped her hands. "Alright, let's cut the cake so everybody can get a slice!"

Kayla picked up the knife, but Tank placed his hand over hers, leaning in close to her ear. "I'on want no cake right now," he murmured, his lips brushing her skin. "I want you."

Kayla shivered, gripping the knife a little tighter. "Tank..." she warned.

Tank smirked, his voice just for her. "I need my real birthday gift." His free hand trailed down her back, squeezing a handful of ass through her sundress.

Kayla bit her lip, cheeks warm as she glanced around. "Boy, stop before somebody see—"

Tamera cut in, laughing. "Y'all gon' cut that cake or y'all need a minute?"

The family laughed, and Kayla flushed deeper. Tank, unbothered. He just smirked, keeping his hand right where it was.

"Come on, girl," Tanya laughed, grabbing Kayla's wrist. "Cut the damn cake so your man can stop undressing you with his eyes."

Kayla giggled, shaking her head as she sliced into the cake. Tank leaned back, sipping his drink, eyes never leaving her.

This was the best damn birthday he'd ever had.

Tank exhaled, running his tongue over his teeth as he sat back in his chair. The house was buzzing—everybody laughing, eating, talking—but he wasn't focused on none of that. His eyes stayed glued to Kayla, watching the way her lips wrapped around the fork as she ate her slice of cake, the way her sundress hugged every damn curve of her body, the way her belly sat so full with his son.

He shifted in his seat, gripping his glass. He was feenin'. The liquor had him warm, but it was her that had his dick hard, pressing against the denim of his jeans.

"Alright, baby, open your gifts," Sherri called, bringing him back to the moment.

Tank blinked, exhaling slowly as he leaned forward. "Aight, aight."

There were bags and boxes piled up, and Tank started ripping through them. His dad and brothers got him some tools for his truck. Tamera and Tanya got him some designer cologne. Coco got him a gold chain with Tank engraved in cursive. Kayla's gift sat to the side, waiting, and every time he looked at it, she just smirked.

"Open mine last," she had whispered earlier, and Tank was getting impatient.

After working through the rest of the gifts, he finally grabbed Kayla's, shaking the small wrapped box. "What you got me, lil' mama?"

Kayla licked some caramel off her thumb and shrugged. "Open it and see."

Tank tore the wrapping off, flipping the lid open—and froze.

Sitting inside was a brand-new gold watch, the face a sleek black with gold details. Tank's lips parted slightly as he lifted it, feeling the weight of it in his palm. He wasn't new to nice things, but damn, this was different. This wasn't just a gift—it was thoughtful.

"Kayla..."

"I wanted you to have something nice, something that lasts forever—like us," she said softly, watching him.

Tank exhaled, his heart squeezing. He set the watch down and pulled her into his lap, wrapping his arms around her belly. "I don't even care 'bout no damn watch. You my best gift," he murmured, pressing a slow kiss to her neck.

The room filled with 'aww's and playful groans.

Coco smirked. "Here y'all go again."

Tamera laughed. "Just let them be, we all know he obsessed."

Tank just smirked against Kayla's skin, whispering, "I'ma show you how much I love my gift soon as everybody leave."

Kayla shivered, pressing her thighs together. She knew exactly what that meant.

Tank grabbed the second box from Kayla, already knowing she had put hella thought into whatever was inside. He ripped the paper off, flipping open the lid to find a fresh pair of snakeskin boots sitting on tissue paper. He ran his fingers over the leather, smirking.

"Damn, baby..." He looked up at her, eyes dark. "You really pay attention, huh?"

Kayla smiled. "Of course, I do. I know my man."

That was it. That was the moment Tank decided he was done sharing her time for the night. He needed everybody gone.

He lifted his chin slightly, catching the attention of his dad, Terrance Jr., Fred, and Frank. Without saying a word, he tilted his head toward the door. The message was clear.

"Get these niggas outta here." Tank exhaled towards his family.

Terrance Jr. smirked first, nudging Fred. "Damn, he feenin' for real."

Fred chuckled. "Lil' bro tryna get in them guts."

Tank rolled his eyes. "Y'all niggas worse than me. Don't even front. Ain't forgot bout one of y'all fucking in my fiancée's apple orchard."

The teasing came to a dead stop. Everybody exchanged quick looks, then just as fast, they started moving.

"Aight, y'all, let's wrap it up!" Terrance Sr. clapped his hands. "It's late, gotta let these two lovebirds get some rest."

"Mm-hmm, plus the mama-to-be need her sleep," Sherri added, standing up and smoothing her dress.

Kayla hid her smirk behind her hand, watching as Tank's entire family worked like a well-oiled machine. Guests were hugged, leftovers packed, and within twenty minutes, the house had cleared out.

Tank locked the door behind the last person, turning to find Kayla standing by the dining table, looking at him with a knowing smirk.

"Damn, they work fast," she teased.

Tank ran his tongue over his teeth, walking toward her slowly. "They already know what's up." He reached out, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her close. "Now bring yo' ass here."

Kayla giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck, ready for whatever was coming next.

Tank didn't waste any time. As soon as the last car pulled out of the driveway, his hands were all over Kayla, gripping her thick hips and pulling her close.

"You really been showin' out for me today, huh?" His deep voice vibrated against her neck as he kissed her, his breath still carrying the sweet hint of chocolate and caramel from his birthday cake.

Kayla smirked, brushing her fingers against the back of his head. "You deserve it, birthday boy."

Tank slid his hands down, gripping a handful of her ass. She felt good. She was getting thicker, softer, carrying his baby, and looking like a full meal every time he laid eyes on her.

"Mmm, and I'ma show you just how much I appreciate it." His voice dropped lower as he hoisted her up onto the dining table with ease.

Kayla gasped, her legs automatically wrapping around his waist. "Here?!"

Tank smirked, pushing the hem of her dress up. "Right here."

Kayla's breath hitched as she felt the heat of his hands sliding up her thighs. That familiar hunger in his eyes sent a thrill down her spine.

"You listen so good. No panties, just like I told you." Tank licked his lips, pressing his forehead against hers. "You gon' let me eat my birthday cake?"

Kayla bit her lip, nodding.

"Words, baby."

"Yes, daddy..."

That was all the permission Tank needed. He gripped her thighs, spreading her wide before dropping to his knees. Kayla barely had time to register before his mouth was on her, making her arch back against the table.

Her moans filled the quiet house, but Tank wasn't stopping until she was weak, shaking, and completely drained. This was his night, but she was about to feel it just as much as he was.

Tank had her melting under his tongue, his grip firm as he held her open, refusing to let her close her legs. Kayla's hands clawed at the wooden table, her toes curling as Tank devoured her like he hadn't just had a plate full of food—but she was his real meal, and he was feasting.

"Mmm..." He hummed against her, his tongue flicking slow, deliberate, making her hips jerk.

"Baby... oh my God..." Kayla whimpered, her back arching off the table.

He smirked against her, wrapping his lips around her swollen clit and sucking hard. Kayla gasped, trying to move away, but Tank pulled her back like she was going nowhere.

"Nah, you started this, lil' bit. Let me finish my plate."

Kayla's body tensed, that knot in her stomach tightening fast. She reached for him, grabbing his locs, tugging, but that only made him go harder.

"Oh my God, I'm 'bout to—"

She didn't even get to finish her sentence before the pleasure crashed over her, making her legs shake as she moaned loud. Tank held her through it, his mouth not letting up, dragging her through every wave until she was weak and breathless.

Kayla covered her face, trying to catch her breath. "You play too much..."

Tank stood up, licking his lips like he had just had the best dessert of his life. "Nah, I play just right. Now turn around."

Kayla's eyes widened. "Tank—"

"Now."

The command in his voice made her shiver. She knew that tone—he wasn't asking.

Slowly, she turned over on the table, her hands pressing against the wood for support. Tank grabbed her hips, pushing her sundress up to her waist, admiring the view.

"Damn, I love you, girl..." he murmured, sliding his hands over the curve of her ass, spreading her open. "I love you so much I don't even know what to do with myself sometimes."

Kayla glanced back at him, her eyes heavy with lust. "Then show me."

Tank grinned, gripping himself as he lined up. "Oh, I plan to, baby. Happy fuckin' birthday to me."

And with that, he slid in deep, making Kayla cry out, gripping the table as Tank claimed his real present. Tank moved slow, deep, his hands gripping her hips like she might disappear if he let go. His forehead dropped to the back of her shoulder, his breath heavy as he rolled his hips, pushing all the way in and pulling out just enough to tease her before sinking back inside.

"I love you girl..." His voice was thick, damn near a growl as he kissed her shoulder. "You mine, you hear me? Ain't no place I'd rather be, no woman I'd rather have... just you."

Kayla whimpered, her fingers gripping the table, her body molding to his, completely at his mercy. "I love you too, Tank..."

"I mean that, Kayla," he murmured against her skin, his pace never faltering. "Ain't never loved nobody like this. You my everything... my home, my peace, my heart..."

Kayla felt her throat tighten, emotion and pleasure mixing together in a way that had her overwhelmed. She turned her head, searching for his lips, and Tank didn't hesitate. He kissed her slow, deep, pouring all that love into her, his hands wrapping around her stomach, holding her close.

"I'm yours, Tyler... all yours," she whispered against his lips.

Tank groaned, his thrusts getting deeper, more desperate. "Damn right, lil' bit. You ain't never gotta question it." He kissed her again, swallowing her moans, his grip on her never loosening.

Tank wasn't holding back. He was lost in her, in the way her body welcomed him, in the way she moaned his name like a prayer. His hands gripped her waist, holding her still as he buried himself deep, moaning loud and unrestrained. He didn't care who heard. This was his woman. His fiancée. The mother of his child.

"Damn, Kayla..." he groaned, his voice rough, filled with raw emotion. "I swear, you was made for me..."

Kayla cried out, her body arching, her hands gripping the table for dear life. "I am, Tank... I am..."

"Yeah, you mine, girl..." His pace got rougher, deeper, his thick, muscled chest pressing against her back. "Ain't nobody ever gonna love you like this... ain't nobody ever gonna fuck you like this..."

Kayla's eyes fluttered, her mouth falling open as pleasure crashed over her in waves. "I know, baby... only you... Only you, Tank..."

Tank moaned again, louder this time, his head tilting back as he lost himself in her. "Damn, I love you so much, Kayla..." He leaned down, kissing her neck, sucking on her pulse. "Ain't never loved nobody like this... ain't never wanted nobody like this..."

Kayla reached behind her, pulling his head down for a deep, messy kiss, her body trembling against his. "I love you too, Tank... I love you so much..."

Tank groaned against her lips, his grip on her hips tightening as he pushed in one last time, his entire body locking up as pleasure overtook him. "Shit..." He panted against her skin, his hands smoothing over her stomach, his lips pressing soft kisses against her damp skin.

"You okay, lil' bit?" he asked, his voice softer now, full of love.

Kayla turned her head, looking at him over her shoulder, her eyes hooded, her lips swollen. "Never better..." she whispered.