Candice has her arms around you as you cry. She strokes your hair, chin resting on the top of your head as she shushes you.

"It's gonna work out, Y/N."

You want to believe her, want to believe that Elvis will be happy about the news of your pregnancy, but nerves and anxiety have gotten the better of you.

"What if he leaves me?" You whimper, sad and sorrowful. Candice pulls you from her, hands firm on your shoulders.

"He won't. That boy loves you more than anything, anybody looking at the two of you can see it." She sounds so sure of herself that you let yourself believe her for a brief, fleeting moment.

You think of your life in this moment, everything coming to you in flashes-

Being a child, Kerry bandaging your stinging knee.

Dancing with Thomas McLagan at your senior prom.

Kerry storming out of the house for the last time, your mother weeping on the front porch.

Running away from home, from the parents that raised you but never truly knew you.

Moving to L.A., meeting Candice for the first time.

Elvis in that dressing room, hands soft and gentle on your waist as he kissed you, kissed you like he had been waiting for you all his life.

Your past has been so whirlwind with emotion, heartbreak, and uncertainty. Meeting Elvis had been the turning point. For all the drama, for all the setbacks and struggles, your life with Elvis has been a catalyst, a saving grace from your life of loneliness.

Maybe, you think, maybe this is how it's supposed to be. For the first time in your life a chance for a loving family is within your grasp. You're scared, though. Scared it could all fall apart in an instant, scared that one word could change everything for the worst.

You take a deep breath, trying to stay calm.

Tears well in you eyes and you bring both hands to your flat stomach, your future growing within you at this very moment.

*

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*

You hold the phone close to your ear as you stand in the kitchen, Candice standing guard in the hallway to make sure Elvis doesn't pop in.

Mary washes dishes a few feet away from you, humming softly to yourself.

"We can squeeze you in tomorrow morning at ten, ma'am." The nurse says over the receiver.

You twirl the cord with one finger, nervous but trying to appear nonchalant.

"That's perfect, thank you so much."

"Not a problem, can we have a name for the appointment?"

You bite your lip, trying to remain discreet.

"Uh, yeah of course. Put it under. . ." You trail off, looking to Candice for help. She widens her eyes, thinking for a moment before whispering "Gellar!"

You raise a brow at her and she shrugs.

"Put it under Gellar."

You can here the nurse's pen over the phone.

"Alright, we have an appointment for a pregnancy test at ten a.m. under Gellar, does that sound right?"

You make a sound of affirmation, and the nurse quickly says goodbye after confirming the appointment.

You hang up the phone.

"Gellar?" You say, hands on your hips as you turn to Candice. "Really?"

She laughs, shrugging.

"I panicked!"

You laugh along with her, anxiety alleviated for the time being.

You sigh, resting against the counter.

Candice comes to stand beside you.

"Can't believe I'm gonna be an auntie."

You shush her, nodding towards Mary whose just shut off the faucet.

The older woman sends you a knowing look, making you freeze up.

You feel like a kid with their hand caught in a cookie jar.

"You don't have to worry about me, darlin'." She says, shucking off her rubber gloves. "I've kept my fair share a secrets in this house." Mary sends the two of you a wink, opening the fridge to get dinner started.

Candice and you send each other a look.

"Mary," You start, tentative. "Do you think Elvis wants to be a dad?"

That's the one thought that has been plaguing you all day; with his serious acting career just beginning, finally out of the Colonel's grip, would Elvis even be interested in having children? Children with you?

Mary moves beside Candice, a dish of uncooked chicken in her hands.

"I'm not the one ta be askin' Y/N." She tells you, reaching for a knife from the block.

"But I know that Elvis values family above evethin' else, and that he loves you more than anyone I've ever met." Mary pauses, sending you a look. " 'cept his mama, of course."

You give her a soft smile.

"Just talk to him, Y/N. Love is about being able to share things with each other, about being able ta be honest without fear."

You think of Shelia and frown. Elvis obviously hasn't been as honest with you. What if there's more he's keeping from you, women he's keeping from you?

But, you think, Mary makes a good point. In order to know what Elvis wants. you have to be honest with him. Its then that you make up the decision to tell him about your appoitment tomorrow morning.

"Thank you, Mary." You smile at the older woman, who sends you a sweet smile back.

"Anytime, darlin'."

Candice leans her head on your shoulder.

"You gonna tell him?" She asks, her dark curls tickling your nose.

You sigh.

"I'm gonna have to."

"Tonight?"

You nod.

"Tonight."

*

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*

You sit on the edge of the bed, hands shaking with nerves as you listen to Elvis brush his teeth. Your nightgown feels itchy, sleeves falling down your shoulders as you fidget. You pick at the sheets distractedly.

You've never been this nervous in your whole life.

Not even your first audition had you this anxious.

You've been rehearsing in your head, trying to find the exact phrase to tell him. You thought about being casual, stripping back the sheets and saying "oh, by the way, I'm pregnant, goodnight!". You shake your head, the thought seeming silly and careless.

You want to do this right.

Your head shoots up when you hear the sink shut off, Elvis stepping into the room. His silk pajamas cling to him perfectly, the black fabric complimenting his skin. You blush a little.

"What's up doll?" He asks, noticing your expression. He smiles at you, coming to sit beside you on the end of the bed.

Your mouth goes dry, and you search for the right words.

You can't believe your about to give your boyfriend life changing news.

"Elvis," You begin softly.

He hums in response, leaning forward so his face is inches from yours. His eyes are mesmerizing, so blue you could dive in and get lost in them forever.

You take a deep, shuddering breath.

"Elvis," you say again, barely a whisper. "I'mpregnant."

It comes out in a rush, so fast you don't think he really heard you.

Elvis furrows his row, confused.

"What was that?"

You look up at him with watery eyes.

"I'm pregnant."

The silence is deafening.

Elvis's eyes widen, mouth falling open a bit.

Anxiety rises in your chest, bubbling up your throat.

You feel like throwing up.

"Say something!" You blurt out instead, much louder than intended.

Elvis leans back, a sudden, wide grin gracing his features. His eyes lighten, posture straightening up immediately.

Without warning, he surges forward and kisses you, hard.

You suck in a breath, surprise and confusion written on your face as he pulls away.

"I'm gonna be a dad?"

You nod, feeling a little calmer at his elated expression.

He runs his hand through his dark, messy hair, dimples popping out as he grins at you manically.

"I'm gonna be a dad!"

His shout reverberates off the walls.

To your relief, it's joyful.

Elvis grabs you around the waist, lifting you up into a tight embrace that leaves you giggling breathlessly, surprised and delighted with this outcome. He stands, your legs wrapped around his waist and face buried in his neck, eyes closed.

"We're gonna be parents." You whisper, eyes wet.

Elvis squeezes you to him, kissing your neck.

"Y/N," He says, pulling away to look you in the eye.

"Y/N, I wanna ask you somethin'."

Now it's your turn to look confused.

"Now I-I been thinkin' about this for a few months now, talked to my daddy and everything," He sends you a sheepish grin, looking down. "Hell, I even got ahold a your brother and asked."

Your eyes widen.

"Kerry?" You ask. Why would Elvis call Kerry?

Elvis nods.

"I know how much he means to you, so I. . ." Elvis trails off, suddenly looking nervous. He swallows, steeling himself. He sets you down so your standing in front of him, watching as he moves over to the nightstand.

What he grabs you can't see.

Before you have time to ask, he's in front of you again, gaze vulnerable and tender.

"There's nobody that's made me happier than you, Y/N." He says, looking at you so intensely you feel like you can see your heart about to beat out of your chest.

"I don't think I've loved anyone as much as I love you. You make me feel alive, whole in a way I can't really explain." He grins, that cute lopsided one that makes your heart do summersaults. "Hell, even if I could explain it I don't think I'd want to. There ain't enough words for it."

Tears well in your eyes, emotions running high as Elvis pours his heart out to you.

Without warning, Elvis pulls out a velvet box from behind his back, opening it up.

Inside sits the prettiest diamond ring you've ever seen, silver band elegant and beautiful.

"Will you be my wife, Y/N?" He asks, voice soft.

All the air leaves you at once, and tears fall down your face in rivers.

"Will you let this silly old fool be your husband?"

You laugh through the tears, looking up at Elvis, body bursting with love.

"Yes! Yes, oh my God," You throw yourself into his arms, and he wraps you in his, face buried in your shoulder as you cry against him.

You never thought you could be so happy, wrapped up in the arms of the man who loves you, your little family just beginning to grow.