The Truck Driver

No Boundaries

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.