The Truck Driver

More Than Enough

Last chapter!

Thank you to everyone who supported this book from day one. I really appreciate all your comments and words of encouragement. This book blew up quickly. Just thinking back to when I started writing this on 2/22, and now it's 3/11. I'm grateful for all the encouragement about my writing style. In my head, I think my writing is good, but hearing it confirmed by all of you means the world to me. From the bottom of my heart, thank you all.❤️

As for Book 2, I'm about to start writing later today or tomorrow morning. The focus will be on Kayla and Tank again. Let me know what you'd like to see in Book 2 so I can incorporate it. Love y'all so much, and let's get into this final chapter of Book 1!

At two weeks old, TJ was already ruling the house. The little boy was greedy, demanding Kayla's attention at all times, and just like his daddy, he was obsessed with his mama's touch. The moment she put him down, he'd fuss, his tiny lips trembling, his little hands reaching for her. But the second he was back in her arms, he'd settle, nuzzling into her chest, his big eyes fluttering shut as if that was the only place he ever wanted to be.

Tank couldn't blame him.

TJ was spoiled rotten, and Tank wasn't mad about it. If his son wanted to be held all day, then so be it. And if Kayla was tired, Tank was right there, scooping up his baby boy and letting him rest against his broad chest.

"Man, I swear, he only likes being in y'all arms," Tamera teased as she watched Tank gently pat TJ's back, trying to get him to burp.

"He knows where the love at," Tank smirked, shifting TJ just a little. The baby let out a tiny belch before settling into his daddy, his little body melting into the warmth.

Kayla shook her head, smiling. "It's true, though. He won't let nobody else hold him for too long before he start fussing."

That didn't stop the rest of the family from trying.

On the compound, TJ was the newest obsession. Every uncle, auntie, and cousin wanted a turn holding him. Sherri was the worst—if she wasn't cooking or tending to the compound, she was reaching for her grandbaby, singing to him and rocking him like she had done with her own babies.

"Y'all gon' spoil him," Auntie Girly said as she sat back, watching the fuss unfold.

"Too late," Tank said, adjusting his grip as TJ's tiny fingers curled into his shirt.

Even the kids were obsessed. Freddie, Tre, and Taylor were always peeking at the baby, trying to poke his chubby cheeks. Little Frankie was constantly cooing at him, and even the older cousins like Reggie and Marcus kept coming around, claiming they just wanted to check on their 'little nephew.'

Kayla smiled, watching it all. She never imagined this kind of life—a family that genuinely cared, a man who loved her, a son who was adored by everyone.

"Alright," Sherri finally said, clapping her hands. "Kayla, go on and get ready. Y'all got that two-week checkup in an hour."

Kayla sighed, looking down at TJ. He was so peaceful in Tank's arms, his tiny mouth slightly open as he dozed.

Tank chuckled. "I already know what's gon' happen. They gon' tell us he too greedy."

Kayla rolled her eyes but laughed. "He just like his daddy."

Tank smirked, kissing her forehead. "And proud of it."

With that, they gathered up their things, knowing the whole house would be waiting on every little update about TJ's appointment when they got back.