Hushabye | Elvis Presley X Reader
Warnings: None, Fluff
Word Count: 1.4K
A/N: Okay I need to write more short and sweet fics because this hit me right in the feels!! This pic was requested by @arianatheangel-girl. I hope I did your ideas justice! If you need me I will be bathing in a pool of heart emojis.
Summary: Being a new mother is hard enough, but waking up almost every night within the wee hours of the morning to coo a crying baby back to sleep? Exhausting. Thankfully you have Elvis by your side to ease some of that stress...
You thought you were dreaming, feeling your consciousness looping in and out in a semi-lucid state. Your eyes were closed, but you felt yourself drifting closer and closer to the surface of reality with each passing moment. Suddenly, you were aware of the sticky sheets beneath you, damp with restless sleep. Your mouth was dry and your muscles ached in several places. You opened your eyes slowly, blinking out the sleep from them as you rolled over to wrap yourself around Elvis. You expected to fold yourself into him, resting your head on his chest, but when you turned, his side was vacant, the covers peeled down the bed. You smoothed your hand over the mattress, finding that it wasn’t very warm. He had been gone for some time–and that’s when you heard it. Crying and squealing. You couldn’t help the exasperated groan that fell from your lips. It was common for Elvis to slip out of bed in the middle of the night–especially if he couldn’t sleep. He was probably in the bathroom or within his study, lost within the pages of some theological or philosophical novel. You rose from the bed, bending to turn on the lamp on your side table. You squinted from the burst of light, reaching for your robe that was wrapped around the chair at your vanity. You stood up and pulled it around your body before slipping your feet into a pair of house slippers. You heard more sobbing coming from the nursery down the hallway.
“I know, baby. Mommy’s coming,” you cooed softly. You were exhausted. You caught a glimpse of yourself in the vanity mirror. Your face was sleepy, your skin looking extra puffy. Your complexion lacked its usual brilliance, and your eyes carried dark circles around them. Your hair was frizzled around your face in a helpless, unintentional beehive. You let another self-effacing groan leave your body and forced yourself to look away from the mirror and face the issue at hand. You heard the choked sobs continue, feeling your heart break with each repetition. “Shh, Mallory. Baby,” You said softly as you padded out of the bedroom toward the nursery. You were certain that she couldn’t hear you from where you stood, but something about it made you feel better. You rolled your shoulders back and forth as you trudged down the hall, releasing the tension in your upper body. You pulled your hands to your face, rubbing out the exhaustion as best you could, spending the few seconds you had to meditate before calming your weary child.
“Shhhhhhhhh.”
Your heart leapt from your chest, almost causing you to run back into your bedroom. You stalled in the middle of the hallway for a moment, spooked by the other adult voice. “Mallory, sweetheart. You’ll wake Mama. No need for all that cryin’ when Daddy’s got ya.”
You stepped forward, continuing to the nursery while listening to the voice. The nursery door was open; a thin sliver of light leaked into the hallway, spraying low light along the wall of the hallway. You stopped just short of the doorway, turning your body so that you could see into the room without being detected. Stepping up as closely to the door as you could, you peeked into the room to find Elvis turned away from you, his body bouncing up and down with Mallory in tow.
“Ya know, Daddy’s got a bad hip,” he said, chuckling to himself. “Used them too much in the early days,” he continued. His voice was low, the baritone timbre of his voice pulled sweet like Tupelo honey. He was quiet for a long moment, slowing his bouncing to a minimum, moving to swing the baby slowly in his arms, rocking her back and forth against his chest. He had turned his body in a way that you could see her little face in the low light, her eyes turned upward to her father. You took notice of the innocent sparkle in her gaze, staring up at Elvis with curiosity and vulnerability. Her entire world belonged to you and Elvis, embodying the very best of him and yourself. You couldn’t help but feel your lips pulling into a loving smile, your cheeks pinching from grinning so wide. A single tear slipped from your eye and you pulled up a hand to swipe it away, overcome by the beautiful moment. Elvis was destined to be an incredible father. The way that he held the little child, his strong arm supporting her body against his chest, protecting her from the world; it was an image that filled you with love and admiration for the man that you had chosen to devote your entire life to. You could hear Mallory cooing softly, her sobs becoming less and less frequent.
“Now with the wigglin,” he spoke again, his fingers lifting her tiny legs and feet in the air. “We need to talk about that. That got daddy in a whole lotta trouble.” You could see his cheeky grin from where you stood, his eyes obscured by his thick lashes as he looked down at his daughter. “That’s it, baby girl. Go right to sleep.” He said in a sing-song tone, backing himself toward the rocking chair in the corner of the room, taking his time to slowly lower himself into the seat, pulling Mallory against his chest again. You stood there for quite some time, grinning when you watched Elvis manage to perch a book in his hands while he held the baby.
“You certainly are an expert,” You said, finally opening the door and stepping into the room.
His eyes flicked up from the book, turning to look at you. “Hey!” He said too loudly. Mallory’s eyes shot open. “Shhhh,” he cooed again. “Daddy’s sorry.” He looked back up at you. “Baby, I got her back down all by myself,” he announced proudly, looking down at his snoozing child before looking at you again.
You nodded, impressed. “You did a great job, Daddy,” You said, bending to kiss Mallory on the softness of her forehead before turning your head to kiss Elvis on the lips.
“Sorry if she woke you up. Little thing was screaming and carrying on worse than my fans.”
You grinned, grabbing her tiny little hand in between your fingers, squeezing lightly before putting it back down against her sleeping body. “She looks so peaceful,” you said softly. “Like a little angel.”
“That’s because she is one,” he said, leaning forward to stand up from the chair. “Here. Let’s give you to Mommy,” Elvis said, handing the sleeping baby over to you. You reached your hands out to take her, pulling her to your bosom, wrapping your hands softly around her, careful to support her head, neck and back.
“You did a great job, sweetie. Thank you for letting me sleep, even if she ended up waking me up anyway.”
“I was trying for that not to happen,” he said, running his hand through his hair.
“Well, it’s hard being a mom and hearing a baby cry. It’s instinct to spring awake.” You responded, stepping forward to the crib, reaching over it to place the slumbering child within the comfort of her bed. You pulled the tiny blanket over Mallory before turning on the mobile above her head.
“Goodnight sweetheart, Mommy and Daddy love you very much,” You whispered to your daughter, who was already dozing softly, oblivious to your farewell. “Well, isn’t that a blessing?” You asked, turning your head to Elvis, who leaned down to kiss you softly on the lips.
“I don’t want her to grow up,” He said softly, taking your hand in his. “She’s too precious.”
“Well, she can’t stay a baby forever, Darling. Unless you want endless sleepless nights of shhhhshing and begging her to sleep.” He stepped forward, guiding you together out of the nursery, stopping to turn off the lights and close the door, leaving a small crack in the jamb in case she were to wake up again. “You’ve got eighteen years to look forward to…and that’s just a start.” You looked up at Elvis as you walked, watching his eyes widen.
“Eighteen whole years?” He said, his lips pulling into a wide grin. “Whew, lord. She’s gonna be flirting with boys and stealing my thunder before we know it, huh?”
You turned to him, pulling him into your bedroom by his hands. “Well, she is your daughter after all. Come here, Daddy,” you said, biting your bottom lip flirtaciously as you invited him into the bedroom, shutting the door behind you. “Let me show you how grateful I am for you.”
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