It's been a week since Elvis purposed, your engagement a quiet affair.

You knew it would get out eventually.

You just wish Elvis was here with when it happened instead of in Hollywood, filming his new groundbreaking role as leading man.

You sit in the living room, knitting needles in hand as grandma Dodger attempts to teach you how knit a small square.

"Then wrap the yarn around once more, like this."

The old woman makes a quick movement with her fingers that you find hard to replicate, fingers getting tangled in the yellow yarn. You hold it up with disdain, and grandma Dodger chuckles beside you.

"You'll get it soon enough girl, it'll come natural."

You smile, setting the knitting needles down in your lap.

"You ave your first appointment today?" The older woman asks, stitching away with expertise.

You nod, sighing as you stand.

"This afternoon."

"I'm excited for you, darlin'." Grandma Dodger tells you, a wide grin spread across her face. "You're givin' me my first great grandchild."

The statement warms you, love for the old woman filtering up in your chest.

You rest a hand on her shoulder.

"I just wish Elvis were here with me." You admit to her, biting your lip. It's true; while you're proud of Elvis and his new found passion in acting, you miss him like mad.

Dodger rests her bony hand over yours.

"You know he's thinking on you and that baby, Y/N. And if he could he'd be here in a heartbeat."

You nod along, leaning down to press a kiss to her cheek before heading up the stairs.

You're appointment is in an hour or so, so you take your time getting ready. After slipping n a lightweight dress and sandals, you fluff our hair in the mirror, applying a light layer of mascara to your eyelashes.

Over these past few weeks you've become acutely away of the paparazzi that camps outside of Graceland's gates. You decided early on that you never wanted to be caught under dressed or disheveled, especially now that the news of your engagement has been released.

A knock sounds at your door.

"You ready to go girl?"

Candice cracks the door open, peeking her head through. You send her a smile, grabbing your purse.

"Lets go!"

It's all settling in, excitement bubbling up inside of you at the thought of getting updates on your baby. You press a hand to your still flat stomach, wishing you could feel Elvis's and yours child fluttering around.

Candice bumps your hip with hers as the two of you head to the car.

"We're gonna see baby Presley toady!" She singsongs, smile a mile wide.

You laugh.

"You excited to be auntie Candice?" You ask her

"You know it! That kid's gonna be spoiled as hell, Y/N." She opens the car door for you, Joe manning the drivers seat as the two of you sit in the back.

You roll your eyes.

"God, please don't turn my child into a monster."

Candice hums in response.

"No promises."

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The appointment goes by quickly, much quicker than expected.

You're sat in the car with Candice, ultrasound pictures spread between the two of you as you press your fingers to your lips, hardly believing what you're seeing.

"I can't believe how small she is." Candice says softly, picking one of the photos up and examining it closely.

You let out a giggle, absolutely giddy.

"What makes you think I'm having a girl?" You ask.

Candice shrugs.

"You just seem like such a girl mom, you know?" You have no idea what she means by that but you shake your head, smiling all the same.

The ultrasound pictures depict a small lump in your womb, barely formed but growing. The nurse had informed you that you're at least four weeks along, the baby bump barely visible in your flowing sundress.

You can't wait to get out of this car and call Elvis.

As Joe pulls up the the gates of Graceland, you're met with flashing lights and yells. The paparazzi are something you've grown accustomed to, but it didn't make them any less annoying. You put on your sunglasses, sending the men out the window a bright but tight-lipped smile, waving shortly.

You gather up your little set of photos, placing them carefully into the envelope you were supplied with.

A bright flash brings your gaze upwards, a photographer capturing you sealing the envelope. Your frown, holding the photos close to your chest.

"Don't these people have anything better to do?" You say, flipping your hair out of your eyes as Joe pulls up to the house.

Candice sighs.

"You'd think so, but obviously not."

"It's been like this since the beginning." Joe says from the driver seat, putting the car in park. "At first it was kinda fun, but after awhile we've all gotten tired of it."

You nod.

"It's so invasive." You say.

It has you thinking about your baby, the family you and Elvis will soon be raising here. Do you really want cameras flashing every time you take your kid to school, new articles popping up about you and your family every week? You swallow. This is the life you've chosen, but you figured there would be some moments of peace and reprieve.

Candice touches your arm, snapping you out of your thoughts.

"C'mon Y/N, lets go show Dodger the ultrasound pictures."

You smile, nodding.

Grandma Dodger is waiting on the porch, knitting needles set to her side and a magazine in her hands as you walk up. Her head pops up as she see's you approach, and you wave the envelope at her with a giddy smile.

"Ready to see your great-grand baby?" You call, laughing as she stands up quickly, faster than you thought a woman her age could move.

"You got pictures?" She asks excitedly, and you motion for her to sit down before she hobbles down the stairs, not wanting her to hurt herself.

"Three of 'em!" You say, moving to sit in the rocker beside her. You open the envelope, handing the pictures over.

Dodger, presses hand to her lips, squinting as she looks at the photos. She coos when she see's a close up of the fetus, eyes welling with tears.

"Aw, Dodger." You say, wrapping your arms around her shoulders. It warms your heart to know that your baby is already so loved.

She wipes at her eyes, smiling as she sets the pictures down in her lap.

"Go call Elvis, dear. He's gonna be begging to get home when he hears about these." She places the pictures back in your hand. You kiss her cheek before you stand.

You head into the kitchen, sitting on the counter as you grab the phone and dial Elvis's number. The hotel he's staying at in Hollywood is extravagant as always, but Elvis had given you his personal room number so you don't have to deal with the hotel staff.

It rings three times before he answers.

"Hello?" Elvis's voice is rough, and he clears it before you respond.

"Elvis!" You exclaim, all smiles as his voice audibly brightens.

"Angel! How're you doin' darlin'? How's our baby?"

You twirl the phone cord around one finger, kicking your feet against the cupboards.

"I had my first doctors appointment today, and everything came back great!"

"That's great, Y/N!" You hear him sit down, the bed springs bouncing a little bit. You hum in response.

"And guess what?" You say, sly little smile on your lips.

"What?"

"They gave me the ultrasound photos today as well, three of them."

"Really?" Elvis says, excitement audible in his voice.

"Really!"

It goes quiet for a moment, and you hear Elvis sniff.

You sit up, concerned.

"Baby, what's wrong?" You ask, pressing the phone closer to your face.

"Ah, nothing darlin'. Just thinking about how lucky I am, how happy you make me."

Your heart melts.

"When are you coming home?" You ask.

Elvis sighs.

"We're still shooting the last few scenes here, Y/N. It's a big movie for me and I don't wanna screw this up, you know?"

You frown, but agree.

"I know Elvis. You're gonna be great, I know it." You encourage him, though you long to see him desperately.

"I miss you." He says, voice sincere.

"I miss you more." You reply, and Candice walks by, rolling her eyes at our cheesy remark but smiling nonetheless.

Elvis chuckles over the phone.

"Impossible, baby.''

You lean back against the tiled wall of the kitchen, head resting on the wall as Elvis sighs.

"I gotta go, darlin'. We're shooting late tonight and I wanna be well rested for the scene.

You pout, even though he can't see you.

"Okay," You say. "I love you."

"I love you too, darlin'. And tell that baby of ours I love him too."

You giggle into the phone.

"You think we're having a boy?"

Elvis laughs.

"Why, you think we're having a little girl instead?"

You hum in response.

"I don't care what we have, as long as its healthy."

"I like the way you think, doll." Elvis says. "I gotta go, Y/N. I'll talk to you tomorrow."

"Okay, I love you."

"I love you too, angel."

The connection ends soon after that, and you hang the phone back up with a sigh.

You swing your feet against the kitchen cupboards for a moment, chin resting in your palm as you think about Elvis.

You gaze off into space, hand unconsciously coming to rest on your stomach.

"Guess it's just you and me, kid."