The Truck Driver

My Baby is Having My Baby

After fucking all yesterday to celebrate the pregnancy, Tank gathered his family in at his parent's house on the compound.

The entire family sat in the living room, everyone eyeing Tank with curiosity. Tamera, Tanya, Terrance Jr., Georgia, and even the men—Fred and Frank—all waited for whatever big announcement he had to share. Kayla sat beside him, her hand resting in his, her nerves buzzing, but Tank? He was grinning from ear to ear like he had just won the lottery.

Terrance Sr. leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, watching his youngest child with a knowing smirk. He had raised Tank, knew him better than anyone, and the way his boy was standing there—chest puffed out, grinning like a damn fool—he already knew.

His eyes shifted to Kayla. "She's pregnant," he said, the excitement already bubbling in his tone.

Sherri gasped, her hand flying to her chest as Georgia squealed beside her.

"Yup," Tank grinned, pulling Kayla closer. "My baby is having my baby."

Miss Sherri clapped her hands together, a huge smile spreading across her face. "Lord, I knew it! I been dreamin' 'bout fish for weeks!"

"Me too," Georgia chimed in, rubbing her belly. "Every time I close my eyes, I see fish swimmin' everywhere."

Tanya smirked. "Well, y'all ain't wrong this time."

Tamera, who had been silent for a moment, looked at Kayla, a genuine smile softening her usual tough demeanor. "How far along are you, Kayla?"

Kayla bit her lip. "I'm not sure yet. My cycles are irregular, so I haven't had a real period in a while. But Tank—" she nudged him playfully, "—he swears he knew before I did."

"Damn right," Tank smirked, rubbing her belly with a possessiveness that made her heart race. "I been puttin' in work."

"Oh, Lord," Tanya groaned, shaking her head. "Ain't nobody tryna hear 'bout you puttin' in work."

"Too late," Terrance Jr. laughed. "We all knew once he brought her home it was only a matter of time."

Fred leaned forward, grinning. "You ready for fatherhood, young buck?"

Tank's face grew serious for a moment, his hand still resting on Kayla's stomach. "Hell yeah. I been ready. Soon as I knew she was mine, I knew I wanted to put a baby in her." He looked down at Kayla, his voice softening. "And I'm gonna take care of y'all, both of y'all."

Kayla's throat tightened with emotion, and Sherri reached over, squeezing her hand. "You got a good man, baby girl."

"I know," Kayla whispered, looking up at Tank with love in her eyes.

Terrance Sr. nodded in approval. "Well, son, I hope you ready. 'Cause babies? They change everything."

Tank smirked, leaning back with confidence. "Good. 'Cause I want everything with her."

The room erupted in chatter, excitement filling the space as everyone began talking about baby names, cravings, and all the things to come. But as Tank stood there, his hand never leaving Kayla's belly, he silently promised himself—this was just the beginning.

Sherri wiped her tears, but they kept coming. Her baby—her last-born, her heart—was having a child of his own. And Kayla? Lord, she loved that girl like she had birthed her herself. She pulled Kayla into a tight embrace, holding her as if she could pour all her love and joy into her.

"Oh, baby," Miss Sherri sniffled, rubbing Kayla's back. "You don't know how happy you just made me."

Kayla smiled, feeling the warmth of being truly accepted. "We have a doctor's appointment tomorrow," she said softly. "I hope you're available to come."