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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.

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The Truck Driver
ChickLitTyler "Tank" Carter, a 22-year-old truck driver crosses paths with Kayla Knight, an 18-year-old girl who running away home as he is enroute to drop off a load from Augusta, Georgia to Bangor, Maine.