The Truck Driver

There's Jealousy and Then There's Reveal

Morning arrived with the warmth of the Southern sun peeking through the curtains of Tank and Kayla's bedroom. The distant hum of voices and the clatter of last-minute preparations outside signaled that the house was already alive with activity.

Kayla stirred first, stretching slightly before realizing Tank's heavy arm was draped over her waist, anchoring her in place. His deep, steady breathing let her know he was still asleep, but she knew that wouldn't last long.

The smell of fresh coffee and something sweet drifted into the room, making her stomach tighten with hunger. She shifted under Tank's hold, and almost instantly, his grip tightened.

"Where you goin'?" His voice was deep and raspy, thick with sleep.

Kayla smiled to herself, rubbing his forearm. "I need to pee and eat."

Tank grumbled but let her go, rolling onto his back, one arm stretched behind his head as he blinked up at the ceiling. "Mmm. What time is it?"

Kayla sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing her belly. "Almost eight."

Tank exhaled deeply, then smirked. "Guess that mean I gotta put some clothes on."

Kayla laughed softly, standing up. "You can't be out there naked, Tanky."

He grinned lazily. "I mean, it's my house."

She shook her head, heading to the bathroom while Tank sat up, running a hand over his face. He could already hear his mama's voice outside, probably bossin' somebody around, making sure everything was perfect.

By the time he threw on some sweats and a T-shirt, Kayla had freshened up and changed into a comfortable lounge set—soft leggings and a loose top that accommodated her growing belly. Her hair was pulled back into a neat bun, and she already looked more alert.

"C'mon, lil bit, let's get you fed," Tank said, guiding her out of the room with his hand resting on the small of her back.

The moment they stepped into the kitchen, they were met with the sight of Tamera and Tanya busy at the stove, while Georgia and Gwen prepped trays of food. The island was already stacked with fluffy pancakes, bacon, fresh fruit, and biscuits.

Sherri turned around from the coffee pot, her face lighting up when she saw them. "There y'all go! Kayla, baby, come sit down. We got plenty."

Tank pulled out a chair for Kayla, making sure she was comfortable before grabbing a plate for her. As soon as she sat, Tanya placed a full plate in front of her. "Eat up, girl. You gon' need your energy."

Kayla smiled, picking up her fork. "Thank you."

Tank fixed his own plate and sat beside her, his knee brushing against hers under the table. As they ate, the conversation flowed around them—talk of family members arriving soon, final touches on the setup, and, of course, guesses on whether the baby was a boy or girl.

"I say boy," Tamera announced confidently, sipping her coffee.

"Girl," Georgia countered. "She's glowing too much for it to be a boy."

Tanya smirked. "Y'all both wrong. It's twins."

Kayla nearly choked on her juice. "Tanya!"

Tanya laughed, raising her hands. "I'm just sayin'! Y'all ever think about that?"

Tank chuckled, shaking his head. "One baby at a time, damn."

Before Kayla could respond, Sherri clapped her hands. "Alright, alright, let's get this food wrapped up 'cause folks gon' be pullin' up soon. I need my boys to help with parking, and Kayla, baby, you just relax until it's time to get dressed."