The Truck Driver

Happy Birthday Tank

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?"