You were sat crisscrossed on you and elvis’ shared bed at graceland, reading a random book out of his very large book collection, waiting for him to come back from recording at the studio, a hand resting comfortably atop of your bump.
You looked up as you heard the bedroom door open, a wide smile spreading across your face as elvis walked in. “hi mama” he said softly, walking over to you and pressing a soft kiss to your lips.
“hi..how did it go?” you asked. “it went great” he said, slipping off his shoes and slipping in bed behind you. “whatcha readin’?” he asked as you laying your back against his chest, his arms wrapping around you and his hands finding home on your belly.
“gone with the wind” you answered. “i’ve seen the movie a million times but i’ve never read the book and i don’t really have anything else to do so i thought, why not?” you added with a chuckle, he smiled and pressed a soft kiss against your shoulder.
“how ya feelin’?” he asked, his thumb rubbing gently across your skin, you shrugged. “not too bad today” you answered, earning a nod.
“did ya eat?” he asked, you nodded. “i made pancakes this morning and had a sandwich not long ago” you answered.
“did ya dr-“ he starts, getting cut off by your lips against his. this was a daily routine for him, come home and ask a million questions, making sure you ate, drank water, took your medicine and vitamins, etc.
“i’m okay..i did everything i promise” you say with a chuckle after pulling away. “i worry about ya, ya know that” he says, you nod.
“and i’m very grateful” you say, closing the book and laying it on the side table before laying your hands over his.
“have ya been thinkin’ of any names?” he asks, you nod. “a few” you say with a smile. you had just found out about a week ago that your having a little girl, elvis was ecstatic.
“tell me” he says. you hum, thinking a bit. “i really like paisley” you say, looking up at him.
“that’s cute, i like it” he agrees with a smile. “what about a middle name?” he questions.
“i was thinking love, for your mama” you say softly, making his smile grow bigger. “Paisley Love Presley..it’s perfect.” he says, bringing a hand up from your stomach and laying it on your cheek, pressing a soft and slow kiss to your lips.
“yeah?” you question, he nods. “yeah” he retorts, moving some hair behind your ear before laying his hand back on your stomach.
“i love ya..and our ‘lil girl” he says softly, you smile and press a kiss to his cheek. “we love you too el” you answer softly.
Description: Your mom hooked up with some random guy in the early 50s and ended up pregnant. She refuses to tell you who your father is and often dumps you with your grandma.
Song: Love me Tender by Elvis Presley.
I think it fits perfectly.
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As you blew the number 16 candles out on your birthday cake, your grandma patted your shoulder, offering a small smile. Another birthday without your mother, most of her time she was drowning herself in alcohol, not that you cared. Birthdays were just another day, only difference being cake was involved. And presents.
Your grandma handed you two, the first a guitar book and the second an actual guitar. You’d been harping on since you’d heard that single on the radio by Elvis Presley. And your grandma had caved. Albeit a few years too late. But you were grateful.
And you practiced for two years, following Elvis’ career, trying to catch up to him. It was silly, but it got you through your school years.
And here you were again, two years older in your grandmas kitchen again. The same flavor cake, same colour icing, different numbers. 18. You looked at your grandma, who was grinning rather widely*
“Hon, y’birthday present this year couldn’ be wrapped”
You rose a brow, head snapping to the door as there was a sharp knock. Glancing at your grandma she gave you a ‘go on’ look, ushering you to the door. Nothing could have prepared you for who was behind that door.
Elvis. Presley.
The Elvis Presley.
Your eyes snapped to your grandma, who stepped behind you.
“[Name]…meet your daddy.”
You swore your legs were on the verge of buckling, trembling as she looked up at him. Elvis flashed his signature smile.
“Hey y’liddle…”
That’s all it took for you to throw your arms around him the best you could, tears ruining your makeup. Elvis had not expected such a welcome, but it wasn’t a bad reaction. Well he hoped it wasn’t. Without another moments hesitation he wrapped his arms around you, rough palms holding you close.
“Look at yah. By god y’liddle…it’s like lookin’ in a mirror..”
You laughed through the tears, trying to process who your father was. Elvis Presley. Your father was Elvis Presley. He led you to the couch and sat you down, a callous thumb wiping your tears away. The man you’d tried beating and catching up with, was your father.
“Jus’ rest f’now ‘Kay? I’ll be here when you wake up my y’liddle…”
Fin
A/N: I know it’s short, and bleh, but it’s my first time writing for Elvis in a none romantic way so forgive me.
For tut sleepover I’d love dad Elvis with 9 and 26 thank you!!!
𝐌𝐔𝐃 𝐏𝐈𝐄 | 𝐝𝐚𝐝!𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐢𝐬 𝐱 𝐦𝐨𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
prompt(s): "I love it." "I'm gonna puke." and "If it makes you feel any better then you can slap me. Lightly."
word count: 1.3k
song: fooled around and fell in love - elvin bishop
notes/warnings: this is for my 2.5k celebration! no triggers, this is a safe read. elvis is the best dad ever and loves you and your kids more than anything. we stan a girl-dad king.
The musician had grown up ridiculously poor. The kind of poor that had him eating nothing but corn bread for dinners some nights and living in government housing. He never grew up with many toys, but neither did the other boys from his side of town. They had to make do with what they had.
The musician had grown up ridiculously poor. The kind of poor that had him eating nothing but corn bread for dinners some nights and living in government housing. He never grew up with many toys, but neither did the other boys from his side of town. They had to make do with what they had.
An empty apple crate was a car if you tied a thick rope to the middle plank and took turns pulling one another in it. You could make forts out of broken branches and dead leaves, and the local streams were just as good as any saltwater swimming pool.
His daughter had absolutely everything that he had grown up without. A nice big house, brand new clothes (without any patches in them), and more toys than any child would know what to do with. Instead of riding her tricycle around the house and terrorizing Miss Mary (his daughter loved to help her with the cooking), she was outside getting her hands dirty. His daughter was out in the front yard with a plate, one that she no doubt had to have stood up on her tiptoes to steal from the fine China cabinet. The baby blue dress that you had put her in just hours ago was practically black, mud splattered all over every visible inch of her tiny body.
“Winnie!” He called out to her, hoping to get her attention.
She didn’t look up, rather just slapped another fistful of mud onto the plate. He spluttered, feeling jilted by the act of her down right ignoring him. It wasn’t just any old plate that she was sullying either- it was your wedding china. It was cream colored porcelain with gold inlay- very expensive. He didn’t care about the price though, rather the fact that you and him had eaten your wedding cake off of it.
Right on que, as if summoned by his panic, you appeared in the doorway behind him. You opened your mouth to ask him what he was looking at, but found out on your own very quickly.
“Winona Mae!” You called out to her hurriedly, motioning her over with a forceful wave of your hand. “Come here, baby.”
Elvis couldn’t help but huff in annoyance as his little girl stood up, plate in hand, and did exactly what you said. He should have known that she would listen to you over him. His brown suede jacket crinkled softly at his elbows as he crossed his arms over his chest, tapping his booted foot against the stones of the front porch, trying to look the part of an authoritarian.
“Did you not hear me, lil girl?” He asked her once she was close enough. Her bare feet slapped against the stairs as she walked, and to his disbelief she shook her head.
“I was busy cookin’.” Her little southern drawl was thick as she replied in a rather matter-of-fact tone.
He couldn’t help but let out a breathy laugh as she proudly held out the plate. You and your husband stared down at the mud, both knowing that it would be better to play along with her little game of make-believe. You were the first one to lean down, admiring her handy work with kind motherly eyes. She had placed small pebbles around the perimeter of the dirt mound, even going as far to place a few leaves and sticks on the very top. You surmised that it had to be a cake.
You pretended to sniff the air, shooting her a wide grin soon after. “Oh my- what a beautiful cake. And it smells so delicious. How did I not know that you were such a talented baker?”
It was moments like this that had Elvis falling in love with you all over again. Motherhood suited you beautifully. Here you were, happily playing with your daughter, your stomach swelling with his child. He had the family that he had always wanted as well as a wife that he adored. You were someone that truly saw him and his heart.
“S’cause I didn’t wanna tell ya.” She got her sas from you, he supposed.
Winnie smiled expectantly at Evis, staring at him expectantly. He had to bite his lip to keep himself from laughing, not wanting to offend her. “It looks delicious, honey. Can I have a bite?”
He pretended to scoop some up into his hand, then proceeded to fake chew. “It is delicious. That’s gotta be the best cake I’ve ever had.”
“Well is mama gonna eat a slice?” It was almost like the girl didn’t realize she was coated in a thick layer of dirt. She was carrying on a conversation like everything was normal.
Elvis was fully focused on his precious red carpets, wondering if they would ever recover from the stains they were no doubt about to endure. Thankfully you had heard what your daughter said and replied for him.
“I’m sure I would love it, but mama can’t eat anything that might hurt the baby, and that much sugar would be bad for me.” You pointed at your rounded belly. “But I’m sure daddy would love to eat another slice.” You shot your husband an apologetic smile, but the expression was soon replaced with shock.
“Winona, baby- don’t-” You hurriedly reached out for her, but it was too late.
Elvis felt something cold and wet press against his mouth. He parted his lips to let out a surprised yell, which was a terrible idea.
His daughter’s small hand was pressed against his mouth, force feeding him a fist full of mud. The earthy, gritty sludge had him doubling over the side of the porch to spit. His stomach churned as the horrific flavor hit his tongue.
“I’m ‘bout to be sick.” He grumbled, his eyes tearing up as he tried to keep himself from dry heaving.
Instead of sympathy on your end, he heard. . . laughter? Sure enough, you were doubled over as well, but for entirely different reasons. The white turtleneck that he was wearing under his jacket was stained, his perfect face marred with mud and chunks of grass. The usually well kept, perfectly put together man was an absolute mess. The ungodly moans and groans of disgust made the moment even more comical.
“Are you laughin’ at me?” He gasped, his large hands braced on his knees.
“If it makes you feel any better, you can slap me. Lightly.” You teased, only for another round of giggles to pour out of your mouth as he leaned back down, gagging dramatically loud.
“E-Elvis? Did you hate my cake that bad?” His daughter's small voice sounded dejected as she stared up at him, her big eyes and long lashes downcast.
He was too preoccupied with trying not to puke his guts out to correct his daughter when she called him by his first name.
No matter how disgusting it was, he couldn’t help but feel guilty for his reaction. He was sure that anyone else in his position would have acted the same way, but his daughter had him wrapped around her little finger. He should have just chewed and swallowed it; he couldn’t stand to see her upset.
“Baby, I loved it,” A pause, then another gag.”I loved it so much that I just had to spit it out, that way I could get to enjoy the slice twice.”
Pairing: Elvis Presley x Reader (can be Austin!Elvis if you prefer)
Word Count: 1,052 words
Warnings: Fluff, Pregnancy, Child birth, mentions of the Colonel, the Colonel being an asshole, language, yelling (let me know if I miss anything)
Author’s Note: Thank you again for all the love you’ve shown this series so far! My plan is to upload two chapters today so stayed tuned!
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Chapter 3
December 1967
Finally it was your favorite time of year, Christmas. Graceland was all decorated with lights, wreaths, the Navity scene outside and so much more. The stocking were hung inside with everyone’s name on them, one of your personal touches. This year, a tiny little red stocking was a reminder of something great: It was also close to time for baby Presley to make their arrival. You wanted a Christmas baby while Elvis just wanted the baby to get here before the new year came. The bags were packed and placed by the door in case of a moments notice. You and Elvis were ready.
December 23, 1967
Two days before Christmas. You were excited, but miserable. You wanted this baby out now. Your back hurt, nothing fit right the list went on. Elvis and the Colonel got into another yelling match about him wanting Elvis to go start production on another movie right after Christmas.
“Now Elvis my boy…, we have contracts to hold up. They won’t like it if we don’t hold up…. our end of the deal,” the Colonel said as if he completely neglected to look at the situation.
“There ain’t no way in hell I’m leaving (Y/N) here by herself! She’s having my baby for God’s sake…… they will fucking understand!,” Elvis shouted back.
You had heard Elvis yell many times, some of those occasions you were the recipient of. However, this was different. He was being defiant, finally standing up for himself, you, and his family. After the Colonel left, he went upstairs to your bedroom. He saw you on the bed hiding your face in the pillows to hide the tears. He was concerned so he sat next to you.
“Baby…… he’s gone. You don’t have to worry about me leaving you. I love you too damn much,” he said to you hoping you would lift your head up. “Now (Y/N), please let me see your little face, doll,” Elvis said to you. You slowly sat up and clang onto him.
“Elvis, I’m proud of you. You finally told him off it’s about fucking time,” you said to him with a chuckle. “Anything for you, doll,” Elvis said as he kissed you on the lips. He went into the bathroom to brush his teeth and get ready for bed. “I’m leaving the door open. Holler if you need me!” Elvis called out as he walked away. Just as he turned the water facet turned off, the worst pain in your life shot up your back. You yelped in pain and looked down: your water had broke. You were about to cry again.
“E.P!! Elvis!,” you yelled at him. He came running to you with the frantic look in his eyes.
“Baby, what’s wrong?” he asked you
“I…i..I.. I think my water just broke,” you said to him softly.
He held your face in his hands for a moment just to silently reassure you that everything was going to be ok. He helped you get dressed and carried you down the stairs. Still in his pajamas himself, he grabbed the bags, called Jerry and a few others of the mafia and took you to the hospital. He was driving so fast you told him to slow down at least ten times.
You finally got to the hospital at around 11:30PM. Elvis carried you in and demanded a wheelchair and room. You tried to quiet him down, but there was no point. Elvis was nervous and scared for you and the baby. Nurses brought the wheelchair along with the clipboard with paperwork which seemed ten miles long. Everything seemed to happened so fast with him wheeling you up to the maternity ward.
When you got up there, everything was in place. The gown was placed on you while Elvis had to get into the mandatory scrubs that all fathers wore while in the delivery room. When he finally got back to you, you had to chuckle to yourself. Here was your husband, Elvis Aaron Presley, the most fashionable man you know, in scrubs. He looked you at puzzled. “What baby? Do you like not like them?,” Elvis said. “Baby”, replied back between contractions, “I love them on you… but… ow son of bitch this hurts!” Tears were streaming down your face as he wiped them off your cheeks.
“Elvis…. Aaron…Presley I swear to god you will pay for this,!” You yelled at him during the height of the pain. He knew you didn’t mean it. The doctor knew by the pain levels and insults you were slinging, it was time.
“Alright Mrs. Presley I need to push now as hard as you can,” the doctor said with a certain gusto in her voice. You began to push. Elvis was supporting your upper body with one arm while holding your hand with the other.
“Come on (Y/N)! You’re doing great baby!” He said trying to encourage you. You felt sweaty and tired. “E.P. I swear to you…. I’m gonna kill…you after this. You won’t… be getting any…for a very… long time,” you mustered at him. He couldn’t help but giggle quietly because he knew you didn’t mean a damn word of it.
Finally after what seemed like forever and day, you two heard the sound that you’ve been waiting on for nine months: a baby’s cry.
The doctor looked up at both of you as she spoke up, “congratulations Mr. & Mrs. Presley it’s a girl!”
You were exhausted and in shock. You were finally a mother and Elvis was finally a father.
“Baby, I’m so damn proud of you little mama, you did so amazing” he said while crying and planting kisses on your head. As soon as they cleaned her up, the nurse gently placed her on your chest and the water works began to flow.
“Hi little baby girl…. Welcome to this crazy world little one…. I love you” you barely got out through the tears. She was finally here on earth. Your little angel, his princess arrived on Christmas Eve. She was perfect. She was exactly what you needed, heaven sent.
Caroline's first day of school maybe? Where she's so excited for it until she realizes that Elvis won't be going in with her.
𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞, 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲
Pairing: Elvis Presley x Caroline Presley (x reader)
Word count: 3K
Warnings: 60s!elvis, elvis isn't famous (i love me some 'normal' family vibes), soft dad!elvis, caroline being a lil dramaqueen, mention of red west, red has a son. this doesn't follow timelines of any of my other fics with caroline.
A/N: this request has been sitting in my inbox for a pretty long time (oops), but here it is- i hope this finds it way back to you, nonnie!! made it 60s!elvis because he has my heart. i love writing for dad!elvis, so don't be afraid to request more for him!
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Caroline had been up for hours.
You didn’t even have to wake her before you got up for work because as you went to check on her, she was already sitting in the middle of her room, playing with her toys.
At five years old, she was quite the independent little girl. She usually slept through the entire night and when she’d be up before you and Elvis were, she stayed in her room to play until she heard you talking or coming out of your bedroom. You knew the reason why she was awake so early now and that was because she started kindergarten for the first time today- she could barely sleep last night due to her excitement.
You decided to let Elvis sleep for a little longer and gave Caroline a bath while also getting yourself ready before bringing her to the kitchen for breakfast. She allowed it, but she couldn’t wait until her father woke up and would bring her to school- you weren’t worried about your little girl or whatsoever. You and Elvis told her that she’d be without either of you for several hours while at school, but she told you that it didn’t matter and that she was excited to play with other children.
Red and Pat’s little boy was attending for the first time today too, so at least she had a familiar face to turn to.
You entertained your daughter until it was time for you to leave and when you brought her into your bedroom to wake up Elvis, you saw he was already up and doing his hair in the ensuite bathroom, freshly showered.
“There’s my pretty girls,” he grinned as he turned to you, holding his hair-product covered hands away from you as he leaned in to kiss you. Caroline was already puckering her lips for hers as she tugged on his trousers, giggling as he pecked her lips with a theatrical “mwah!”.
“Give me a kiss, Care. Mommy’s leaving,” you told her as you bend down to her level, opening your arms for her. She turned away from her father who quickly finished his hair and washed his hands, throwing her arms around your neck. She promised you to be a good girl and to have fun today when you told her so and hugged you tightly, carefully kissing your lips as she was always worried that your lipstick would smudge on her face.
You said your goodbyes to your husband, which took longer than your daughter liked, making her playfully push you out of the bathroom. She wanted to get to school as fast as possible and Elvis wasn’t ready to leave yet.
“You got your lunch, baby?”
“You put it in my bag, Daddy!” Caroline giggled from the backseat as she looked at him through the rearview mirror, knowing he was joking because he was grinning from ear to ear.
Just like you, Elvis wasn’t worried about Caroline. She had been excited for this day the entire past week and couldn’t stop talking about playing with Benji West and about her teacher, despite not even having met the woman yet. He heard the horror stories you had told him about you crying and screaming bloody murder when your mother dropped you off at school for the first time, but he was absolutely convinced Caroline wasn’t going to be like that.
She’d be calm and collected- just as he was as a child. She wouldn’t be as dramatic as her mother sometimes was as a child- not with this.
As he drove to the school while listening to his daughter sing along to the radio, he didn’t realise there was a storm waiting for him at Caroline’s future classroom.
Elvis was one of the few dad’s bringing his child to school. He figured most families were living a traditional life with the man working full time while the mother stayed at home to take care of the children- he had once wanted it to be that way too, but he knew you well enough that you weren’t happy sitting at home all day and you were the kind of woman he couldn’t hold under his thumb. He loved you and you were passionate about your job, so he wasn’t going to be an ass of a husband and hold you back.
Both you and him had jobs that paid good enough to work part-time and live a very comfortable life- you’d switch bringing Caroline to school, so today wouldn’t be the last time he’d walk his daughter to her class.
His presence didn’t go unnoticed as pretty much every mother there questioned what he was doing there (but mostly if he was a single dad or not) but he didn’t care about their eyes on him. He never did mind getting female attention, but his attention was only on the tiny female next to him, skipping down the hallway while clinging onto his hand.
She was still excited- a good sign.
As she noticed Red and Benji, she let go of Elvis’ hand immediately and ran over to her friend to hug him- he was a little more shy than her, something he definitely did not get from his father, and he hugged her back awkwardly.
“Monday’s your day too, huh?” Red grinned at Caroline’s dad and one of his oldest friends, making the raven haired man laugh and nod.
“How’s Benji doin’? Nervous?”
Red took off Benji’s jacket, who turned his attention on Caroline who handed her bag to Elvis, and nodded as he let out a deep sigh and showed Elvis a roll of his eyes. “He barely slept last night and this morning was even worse- he was in tears the whole ride here,”
Elvis chuckled and gave Red a comforting slap on his shoulder, giving him some silent support. He was extremely happy that Caroline hadn’t shown any signs of nerves or whatsoever. Even now she was still happy and excited- she tugged on Elvis’ hand to stop him from talking to Red and as he looked at her, he followed her little finger that pointed at the woman who appeared in the door opening.
“Benji West?” she questioned as she looked at the little ginger haired boy, who Red gently pulled along to her. Caroline watched with curious eyes before she tightened her grip on Elvis’ hand.
Suddenly, panic seemed to settle in her system. Children were going into the classroom with their parents, but the parents were coming out alone and leaving. Elvis took her bag in his hand and kneeled down in front of her, laughing softly as he saw her lowerlip slightly trembling.
“What’s goin’ on, Carebear?” he questioned as he took off her jacket and hung it on the little coat racks by the door. She took the chance to slip her arms around his neck and stand in between his bent legs, holding onto him for dear life.
“I wanna go home, Daddy,” she whispered in his ear, her voice shaky. He frowned, gently pulling her back in the embrace to look at her. Her eyes were filled with tears and he could see she was trying to be strong and hold them back.
“Go home? We just got here, honey,” he smiled softly at her, quickly thumbing a stray tear that rolled down her cheek away. “It’s only for a little bit. Before you know it, Daddy’s gonna be right here waitin’ for ya again.”
She shook her head, clinging onto his neck with her hands and fighting him off when he tried to peel her arms off of him. It broke his heart to see her like this and having to leave her behind while she’s in a state like this, but he had talked this through with you.
He knew that the best thing to do was to tell her to have a good day and leave her in the care of her teacher, because she was going to forget about him after settling for a little bit, but it was just so damn hard.
If it were up to him, he’d pick her up and take her right back home.
“Don’t leave, Daddy. I wanna go with you,” this time she started fully crying as she noticed Red coming out of the classroom without Benji. Red gave Elvis a sympathetic look before he said he’d wait outside, disappearing down the hall. This only made Caroline cry harder, succesfully fighting off Elvis’ attempt to hold her back and hiding her face in his neck.
“Caroline Presley?” the cheerful teacher who appeared in the door opening again chirped as she looked at some girls in the hallway. Elvis looked at her, a little bit annoyed at her timing.
“She’ll be right there,” he snapped at her, making the young teacher blush and nod, focusing her attention on another girl and her mother.
“Care, honey, look at Daddy,” he told his daughter, his voice immediately soft and gentle as he got her attention. She slowly lifted her head out of his neck and looked at him, shoulders shaking as her sobs got softer when he shushed her. “Daddy has to leave for work, and Mommy is at work too, so that means you have to stay here for a little bit- but here you can play and make friends and make as much mess as you want,” he whispered, making sure her teacher didn’t hear him.
At five years old, Caroline wasn’t aware of her parents’ work schedules, so he wasn’t worried about the little lie he told her. He wiped her tears away as he gently cupped her little face, smiling sweetly at her. “Benji is here too, and your teacher looks really nice- you wanted to meet her, didn’t you, honey? I bet she’ll love ya,”
Caroline looked up at the teacher that was already busy running up and down, making sure the kids in the classroom were okay and greeting new kids and their parents. Caroline grabbed onto Elvis’ arms, sniffling softly.
“You will come back, right, Daddy?”
“Honey, ofcourse I will! Daddy’s goin’ to be here again in just a few hours and then you might not even wanna leave again,” he grinned, kissing her forehead.
That was something she definitely did not believe. She still didn’t want him to go, but as he was making moves to get up, she realised she was going to have to try something else. She let out a cry again and sat on the floor as he stood up straight, putting her face in her hands.
“I want Mommy!” she yelled angrily when he told her to get up- Elvis sighed deeply, ignoring the looks he got from mothers in the hallway as best as he could. He gently grabbed his daughter’s arm and pulled her up, looking at her.
He knew this was just a way for her to get what she wanted. While Caroline wasn’t a difficult child most of the time, she had her temper tantrums now and then. And she mostly did it to him because she knew he’d cave eventually, but right now, he couldn’t- as much as he wanted to.
“Mommy’s at work, Care. C’mon, look at Benji- he ain’t cryin’ anymore,” he said as he pointed at Benji in the classroom who was already laughing and playing with other kids. Caroline huffed and looked away, not wanting to look at her friend, but instead clinging onto her father’s leg.
“The best thing to do is leave, Mr. Presley. I’ll take care of her,” the teacher spoke up despite feeling a little nervous to speak to Elvis with the way he snapped at her earlier. She looked at Caroline and persuaded her to take her hand- Caroline was doubtful, but as she saw the silent but stern eyes of her father, she realised her best option was probably to listen. Elvis gave the teacher a quick smile before he leaned in to Caroline, giving her one more kiss and standing up straight again before she could once more cling onto him.
“Daddy loves you, baby. I’ll see you this afternoon,” he told her and for a second, it looked like she had accepted her faith, but as her teacher wanted to take her into the classroom, she was in tears all over again.
Her teacher told him to go, but the way his daughter was screaming for him as if he was giving her up for the rest of her life broke his heart into a million pieces. He quickly handed her bag to the teacher and walked away, but he hadn’t even taken three steps before he turned around and bursted into the classroom.
“She has a wheat allergy- do not let her trade her lunch with any of the other kids, except for Benji, because he has the same and-“
“Mr. Presley, I know, we have her information in our files- will you please just go?!” the teacher who was trying to hold Caroline back nearly begged. Caroline reached her arms out to him, trying to run past her teacher and back into her father’s arms. He cursed under his breath, apologizing to the teacher as he quickly gave his daughter one last kiss and ruffled a hand through Benji’s hair before walking out of the classroom and out of the school.
He made sure he blinked the tears that stung in his own eyes away before he met up with Red outside.
Having Caroline in school for most of the day was something Elvis had to get used to. On his days off, he’d usually spend the day with his daughter and had his hands full with her. Now his free days apparently consisted of having lunch with Red like they were a couple of stay-at-home dad’s and doing chores around the house, counting down the hours on the clock before he had to pick up his daughter again.
A life he didn’t quite see in his future when he was younger, but he couldn’t say he entirely disliked it.
He was more than happy when the clock struck three and he parked his car outside of the school, once more ignoring the moms who were watching him and whispering God knows what to each other. He immediately made his way to the classroom with Red and greeted Benji who was the first one to run out.
“Caroline is still with the teacher!” Benji announced as Red shrugged his jacket on, pointing into the classroom. Elvis chuckled and said his goodbyes to Red and his boy before walking into the room, knocking on the door to announce his arrival.
Caroline looked up as she was putting away some building blocks after showing her creations to her teacher. She looked as relaxed and calm as ever, but a wide smile spread across her face as she noticed her father standing there.
“Daddy!” she called out to him as she ran over with open arms and hugged him as he lifted her off the floor and took her in his arms. He laughed and greeted her with a kiss on her cheek, smiling at her.
“Did’ya have fun, princess?” he asked and she nodded frantically, wiggling herself out of his arms and pulling him along to the play corner when her feet were back on the ground, showing him what she had available to play with and pointing at a drawing she made that her teacher put on the wall.
“She stopped crying five minutes after you left this morning. She’s been a real good girl all day, I love having her around,” her teacher smiled as she stood next to Elvis, watching him watch Caroline point out drawings on the wall. “You did a fine job raising her,”
He licked his lips, trying to stop himself from laughing out loud, letting a grin break through. Turning to the teacher, he raised an eyebrow as his hand automatically grabbed onto the straps of Caroline’s bag she handed to him- he kept holding onto it as Caroline shoved some of her things in it, but he kept his eyes on her teacher. “Thank you. I’ll make sure to forward the compliment to my wife,”
He knew Caroline’s file very obviously had your name in it as well. He wasn’t a single dad and the teacher knew that- he couldn’t help but be amused by her lame attempt of flirting with him. He didn’t mind the attention of mothers, but he wasn’t going to give them anything else other than the privilege of just looking. And he wasn’t going to give his daughter’s teacher anything more either.
He was perfectly happy with his own little family.
“Let’s go, Daddy!” Caroline, who was oblivious to what was going on, chirped up happily as she zipped up her bag and slipped her hand into Elvis’. Her teacher cleared her throat a little, hoping the flush on her cheeks wasn’t too obvious when she said her goodbyes to Caroline. Caroline waved her off, pulling her father out of the classroom.
On the way home, Caroline talked her father’s ears off the entire time. She told him the things she had done today, who she played with, what and who she liked and did not like and that she was oh so excited about going back tomorrow.
Elvis was happy that his daughter had a good day and that she hadn’t been miserable all day- something he had been a little worried about, despite knowing that wouldn’t be the case.
First times are always scary and he knew this wouldn’t be Caroline’s last first time. She was a big girl and he was proud of her for today- and also a little bit of himself for not bringing her home in the morning like he wanted to.
Despite knowing Caroline could handle herself, he was glad that he was working again tomorrow and you were the one bringing her to school.
He just hoped that next time it was his turn she wouldn’t be as sad to see him leave, but he secretly hoped that she wouldn’t spare you the crying and screaming tomorrow because he just knew you were going to tease him for being such a softie.
You were tougher and a little more strict, but he was sure as hell that her crying that sounded like the world was coming to an end could even crack a tough cookie like you.
Summary: Elvis woke up early this morning and noticed the grass growing far too tall to ignore. Of course he decides to take it into his own hands and handle it on his own...but he needs partner in crime, of course!
It was early in the morning and the sun had just crested the horizon, spraying the earth in a blast of warm light. Moisture was evident in the air, the blades of grass dancing despite being weighed down by a layer of dew. The gargantuan oak trees loomed over Graceland in dignified whimsy, while flocks of birds chattered from within the boughs.
“Now baby,” Elvis said, perched on his John Deere beside his daughter. “They say ya shouldn’t cut grass early in the morning or after it rains, but it’s gettin’ so high that we just gotta take care of it.” Mallory sat beside her father, looking around at the lawn below, watching dragonflies and bees landing on the glistening blades of grass, drinking up the drops of water.
“Daddy,” Mallory asked, her tone pitched high. She swung her head up to her father. “Why isn’t Mr. Bill cutting the grass?” Her eyes were full of innocence, and it was true that Bill Laurie was hired for groundskeeping, but Elvis had given him a month off to be with his family. Little Mallory didn’t know–she was too young to understand–but his wife, Deborah, was diagnosed with terminal cancer in June.
“Well, there’s nothing wrong with hard work, baby girl,” He said, picking his daughter up and placing her on his knee. “Sometimes it’s a good thing to do hard work by yourself and for yourself. Like yesterday when Mama let you make your own peanut butter and banana sandwich. Remember?” He lowered his head, bending to kiss her on the cheek as he spoke. She nodded proudly.
“Mmhmm!” She agreed, sitting up perfectly straight with her hands on her hips. “All by myself!”
Elvis chuckled softly. “I bet it tasted even better than normal, didn’t it?” He asked.
“It was so yummy daddy! Mommy let me put sprinkles on it!” Her pigtails flopped about her face as she shook her head. She giggled freely about nothing and everything at the same time, the sunlight illuminating the hues of color within her hair.
“Sprinkles?” He asked, his eyes widening. “Mama’s spoilin’ you…I won’t be able to keep up soon.” He adjusted his daughter in his lap, and he pushed the seat of the tracker closer to the steering wheel. “Hang on, Sweets.”
Elvis rode the tractor with one hand and held his daughter with the other, taking laps around the yard, most definitely digging deep tire marks into the ground. He rounded the trees slowly, pointing at the squirrels running up and down the trees, foraging for food. He reached to pick up caterpillars, slowly inching along on their journey.
“Ooooh!” Mallory cooed, reaching out her little hand to take the bug from her father.
“Now, now baby.” Elvis said, pulling his hand away from her. “Remember, this is a living animal. It deserves love and kindness too, right?” He said, returning his hand closer to her. She nodded slowly. “Take your little finger and pet the little guy. Softly now.”
He watched as Mallory stuck out her tiny pointer finger, running it gently down the back of the caterpillar as it inched along Elvis’s palm. She let out a high-pitched squeal, kicking and giggling. “Ew! He’s so squishy!” Elvis tightened his grip around his daughter. “I wanna touch him again!” Elvis brought his hand back to his daughter.
“One more time,” He said, allowing Mallory to pet the caterpillar once more. “How about we make a little song?” He asked, turning his head to look at her.
“I like songs, Daddy!” She responded slowly, her attention captivated by the creature in his hand.
“You do?” He asked rhetorically.
“Mmhmm!” She answered, her tone flitting upward at the end.
“Alright,” he said, pulling and adjusting Mallory higher on his knee. “How about something like this,” he said, clearing his throat.
“Caterpillar, caterpillar wigglin on a tree,
Well you’re the cutest bug I ever did see.
If I could, I would carry you in my pocket all day.
But soon you’ll be a butterfly,
And butterflies gotta fly away.”
He sang the tune in an improvised manner, using a familiar rhythm. The words came to him quickly, making him chuckle as he sang them. Mallory couldn’t help but copy her father, her little belly hitching in laughter.
“Try it with me now, baby.” He said in her ear.
“Caterpillar, caterpillar wigglin on a tree,” they began together, singing the song for all to hear as the tractor chugged softly in place. “And butterflies gotta fly away.”
“Daddy. I wanna be a butterfly,” Mallory said, watching Elvis place the tiny critter back on a low-hanging branch.
“So you can fly away from me?” He asked with a wide grin. She shook her head no. “See, I always wanted to fly. Don’t you think that would be fun?” He asked.
She smiled, her head craning toward the morning sky, watching sparrows flit out of the trees. “You could fly with me, Daddy!” She said, crawling her way to turn on Elvis’s knee to look up at him. He looked down at her, his lips pulled in a beautiful smile.
“I’ll always fly with you, Little ‘Lory. Where are we flying to?” He asked.
“Candy Land!” Mallory squealed, covering her face with her hands as she giggled.
“Candy Land? Whatcha want? Some lollipops?” he said, shooting his fingertips out at her little body, tickling her excitedly. She screeched as his hands flitted about her belly, feet, and knees. “Some gummy bears maybe?” He said again, continuing his attack. “I’m gonna eat your toes! Those are candy!” He said, reaching for her foot, pretending to eat her tiny feet.
“Daddy no!” She screamed, pushing her father away as best as she could.
“What are you two monkeys up to?” You asked, stepping into the yard, having heard them from the living room.
“I’m eating Lory's little feets!” Elvis said, bending to place several playful kisses on his daughters feet and legs as she giggled and squirmed.
“No!” She cried out, her hair whipping about her head.
“Mommy wants some too!” You said, stepping beside the stalled tractor. You bent down to your daughter’s level, lifting her shirt to spray raspberries on her belly. Mallory wiggled and kicked, throwing her head back in laughter.
“Baby, mow the lawn later. Can we just watch a movie? We only have two days left with you ‘till you leave for Palm Springs.” You were sure that you sounded whiny, at the same time, you really didn’t care. You wanted to be with your little family and savor the time you had together.
“Sure baby, but why don’t you just come with me? Stay at Ladera.” 1350 Ladera Circle was a beautiful sprawling Palm Springs home that Elvis had purchased two years ago while he was away filming. You loved being there, but you hadn’t prepared to stay this time.
“I haven’t gotten anything together,” You said, picking up mallory and hoisting her up on your hip as she reached out for you. Elvis helped lift her to you.
“That shouldn’t be an issue, baby. I could have you ready to go by tomorrow night and we could all fly out together. Daddy will take care of the house while we’re gone.” Elvis reasoned, turning the tractor off by the key in its ignition.
“You sure we wouldn’t be a distraction?” You asked, bouncing Mallory, who was rolling pieces of your hair around her fingers.
“You know I get lonely quick, Satnin,” Elvis said, standing up out of the tractor seat and hopping off of the machine. “Come with me. Please.” He bent to kiss you lovingly on your lips, rubbing the softness of your cheek with his thumb. “Your eye makeup looks beautiful. Keep it like that,” Elvis added, biting his bottom lip.
“Alrighty Little Lory, How about we fix up a little morning snack?Maybe you can show Daddy how to make one of your famous peanut butter and ‘nanner sandwiches, hm?” He hummed, tugging on her ear softly.
“Okay, Daddy!” She said, turning to bury her face playfully in your shirt.
“Come on, baby. We gotta get packed.” He said, taking your free hand. He leaned down to kiss you.
“You’re gonna leave that in the middle of the yard?” You asked, looking at the tractor.
Elvis shrugged. “Eh, I’ll mow later. I’ve got to take care of my girls first.” You grinned as he walked you back toward the house, Mallory continuing to ask you all sorts of questions about why you haven’t bought her a bunny rabbit or a big ole turtle yet.
“Baby, that’s a whole conversation for another day.”
Okay so my hc for dad!Elvis is that his voice/singing can soothe a crying baby in a matter of seconds!! Like you're alone with the baby and she won't stop fussing, so you have to call elvis who has to drop whatever he's doing atm. He comes home and his singing instantly calms the baby, but whenever he stops she starts crying again. Sooo he has to stay home for the rest of the day🤭🤭
"Baby, I don't know what you want! I don't know what to do!" Your daughter was inconsolable today and you were almost at your wits end so you decided to call Elvis to see if he had any ideas to help your daughter.
"Hey darlin' what's up?" Elvis grimaced as soon as he heard his daughter crying in the background, "Is that Ruby? What's the matter?" You were on the verge of tears.
"I don't know, El. She just won't stop! She's not fever warm, I've changed her diaper, I've fed her, she burped, I've walked the floor with her and she's been doing this for over an hour. I just don't know what the hell to do!" You were full on crying now, overstimulated and tired and overwhelmed.
"Alright, yittle. Listen to me, okay. Put her in her crib and go take a minute, okay? I'm coming home right now." You were sure Elvis could hear you choking on your breath once you heard him say you were coming home. What about the Colonel? Would he allow Elvis to come home?
"But the Co--"
Elvis interrupted you. "Don't even worry about it, little. That man can't stop me from going home when you and Ruby need me. I'm a husband and father first. Fuck that man, okay? I'll be home in five minutes. Put Ruby in her bed and go take a breather, understand me?" You nodded, wiping your sticky tears stained face. "Okay, we'll be waiting for you E."
Not even ten minutes later, you were finally able to take a deep breath when you heard the front door open and Elvis's booming voice as he asked, "Where's my Roo-Roo? Daddy's here baby!" You smiled at the nickname Elvis had given to your daughter two days after her birth.
You walked out of the bathroom to see Elvis picking up a still wailing Ruby and bounced her a little bit. Her face was so red and her voice was getting scratchy from crying. "Oh little, it's all okay.. It's okay baby, daddy's here."
"She's probably so tired. She woke up this morning and hung out with me a for a while and then just started crying and won't stop." You said, sitting on the bed. You really wanted to take a nap.
Elvis eyed you when you said that and looked to your daughter as he began singing his hit, 'Can't Help Falling in Love'.
It took a minute for your daughter to hear her daddy's voice over her own wails and it took her a minute to recognize her daddy was singing to her. And she loved when her daddy sang to her.
You finally closed your eyes as soon as Ruby went quiet, content just staring at her daddy as he sang to her.
"Yeah, baby? Is that your daddy singing? You love when your daddy sings to you." You wanted to cry out of relief now that your daughter was finally quiet and content watching her daddy's face.
Elvis stopped for a minute to give his daughter a little smile and she immediately scrunched her face up and gave a dissatisfied crying like "how dare you stop singing your beautiful voice to me"
"Oh sweetheart, no! It's okay. Daddy's still here." Elvis panicked. He started the song over, hoping that was all she needed. She went quiet again, just enjoying the sound of her father's singing voice.
"Oh wow. She just wanted to hear her daddy to sing to her... that's precious." E said.
You nodded. "Should we put some of your records on to get her to sleep so that we can make some lunch?" Elvis chuckled, bouncing your daughter a bit in his arms. "I never thought I'd listen to my own music for enjoyment." You shrugged. "Well, it's really for her enjoyment. She won't quit crying if we don't put it on." Elvis nodded.
"Sure, how 'bout I put Ruby-roo in her swing, put on one of my records and you take a little nap while I make lunch? When it's ready I'll bring it to you." You pouted.
"I still gotta clean the house up, El! This house is a mess." Elvis shook his head. "Nonsense. I'll clean up some too. But I want you to lay down and take a nap." You nodded, pulling back the covers. "Thank you E. I love you.” Elvis smiled and leaned down and kissed your forehead. "Love you too." Then Elvis looked to your daughter. "C'mon Roo, let's go listen to daddy sing, huh?"
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I'm sorry that it took forever for me to write some dad elvis but it's here now! I hope you enjoyed!
Okay, here's a fluffy request: Elvis bringing baby Lottie Mae into your bed and singing her to sleep because she's scared of a loud thunderstorm outside? (Inspired by my own fear of thunderstorms from ages 1-4).
You had propped yourself up against the headboard with a book resting on your knee you had been reading to Elvis for about ten minutes. A clap of thunder caused you to jump, "You alright, angel?" Elvis asked, lifting his head up from its place on your chest.
"I am alright, honey. Just caught me of guard, s'all." Smiling, you ran a hand through his hair in an attempt to coax him back to his former state. He instead rose from the bed and walked out of the bedroom; you marked your place in the book and searched on the floor for your slippers.
"No, no tears. Momma is right in here- see there she is Lottie, there's your momma." Lottie clung to her father's neck, her face wet with tears. "Thunderstorm scared her, poor little thing." He handed her to you and pulled back the covers on his side of the bed.
"Oh bug, did the thunder scare you?" You stroked her hair, "I know it's scary, it scared momma too. Can you believe that?"
Elvis smiled at your comment, "Yeah Lotts, oh you should've seen it, momma jumped about ten feet in the air!" He raised his hand up in the air.
Biting down on your lip to suppress your giggles, Elvis was always one to exaggerate- if it meant he could get a good story out of it. Lottie smiled at her father's antics, "You were scared?" She questioned whilst grabbing at the top of your night gown in an attempt to pull herself closer to you.
Nodding your head you responded, "Yes, bug. Momma was scared, but now I have you and Daddy to protect me." Leaning your head down to press a kiss to the top of her head.
Elvis rested a warm hand on her small back and she slowly made her way in between the two of you. Sensing that she would be told to go to bed soon Lottie Mae opened her mouth in protest, "No, daddy sing Teddy Bear song!"
Elvis sighed, "It's time for bed-"
"Honey, sing the Teddy Bear song, if it will help her sleep just do it." You smiled.
Elvis picked her up and set her down on the floor, "Teddy bear, teddy bear turn around." Both Elvis and Lottie spun around. "Teddy bear, teddy bear touch the ground." Lottie touched the ground rather quickly, Elvis glanced at the ground.
"Daddy, you have to do it!" She stamped her foot on the ground.
You smiled, "Yeah, you got to do it."
Elvis sighed and bent over with a groan, "Lord that's going to hurt in the morning." He slowly pulled himself upwards. "Teddy bear, teddy bear show your shoe." Elvis stood on one foot, attempting to balance Lottie. "Teddy bear, teddy bear, I love you." Elvis hugged the small girl tightly. "Teddy bear, teddy bear go upstairs, teddy bear teddy bear, say your prayers." Elvis clasped his hands together and Lottie mimicked him, "Teddy bear, teddy bear turn out the light." Elvis scooped up Lottie Mae and you switched off the light, you then joined him in the last verse. "Teddy bear, teddy bear say goodnight." Elvis pulled the covers over the three of you and pressed a kiss to your lips, "I love you, honey. And I love you, Charlotte Mae."
There was surprisingly no response from the small girl, she had fallen fast asleep. "I can take he-"
Elvis shook his head, "No, just keep her here. Goodnight, angel. I love you."
You smiled and reached over to run a hand through his hair, "I love you too, handsome."
The two of you fell asleep to the sound of the distant thunder and the rain softly hitting the windowpane.
