Summary: Elvis is constantly getting held up on a set which leaves you to take care of the two kids back home. Feeling as though you are raising your children on your own you break down to him.
word count: 929
requested by : @elvispresleywife
warnings: shit writing (it's been like almost two months since I have actually written something)
Taking care of two children who were both under the age of seven was no easy task, but doing it all by yourself? It felt seemingly impossible. Elvis soon found himself having to split his time between his work and his family, leaving you to pick up the latter end.
Placing the car in park, you leaned your head forward to rest against the wheel for a moment. Clara attempted to sing a nursery rhyme she had learned in class that day and Tommy was wailing in his seat. Taking in a deep breath you unbuckled your seatbelt and got out of the car. Opening the door on Tommy’s side you take his car seat out and set it on the ground. “Momma? Momma- you get me now?” Clara asked as she wriggled in her seat, visibly growing restless by the minute.
“Just a minute, sweetheart” Grabbing Tommy in his car seat you made your way over to Clara’s side and unbuckled her out of her seat. “Did you have a good day at school?” You asked as you shut the car door and began to make your way towards the front door.
“We learned all about punk-i-ation marks.” She replied as she dragged her purple backpack behind her.
Unlocking the front door you bent over to pick up her bag, “Clara, next time make sure you pick up your backpack. You do not want it to get all dirty do you?” You asked as you sat the car seat and the bag down in the entryway.
Clara shook her head back and forth, “Nuh uh, Momma. Momma, can I go play?”
Nodding your head as you bent down to unbuckle Tommy out of his seat, “Yes you may, stay inside for right now- I need to take care of Tommy and then we can go outside.” The little blonde girl hurriedly ran off to go play and you made your way into the kitchen to prepare the bottle.
The hours ticked by and you soon found yourself sitting on the front porch with Tommy cradled in your arms nursing a bottle as you watched Clara attempt to show you her “tricks”.
“Momma! Momma! Did you see that Momma?” Clara asked you excitedly as she ran back up to the steps. “Momma when can I go to gymnastics? You told me I was going to go to learn more flips.”
“I did, you did so well!” You rubbed her cheek and smiled, “Honey, I know- just we have to figure out when daddy’s schedule is going to open up. Mommy can’t be everywhere once.”
With a firm pout set on her lips, she ran back out to the yard and continued to jump around, leaving you with a heavy heart and a feeling of inadequacy.
Meanwhile back on set- Elvis was rushing around trying to find his car keys. “My boy, now what is the rush?” The Colonel grasped Elvis’s shoulder firmly, halting him in his tracks.
With a clenched jaw, Elvis replied, “I told my wife I was going to be home three hours ago, no thanks to you.” He snatched his keys off the table and brushed the man’s hand off his shoulder.
“Now you know that this is show business and this this scheduling it can be- well it can be hectic, yes.” The Colonel replied and walked closely behind him as if to try and stop him.
“Why don’t you just leave me the hell alone? Can’t you tell that I am trying to get home to my wife and kids?” Pushing past the Colonel he got into his car and peeled out of the parking lot.
Slamming the car into park, Elvis quickly makes his into the house to see you clearing the plates from dinner. “Hey, doll,” Elvis said walking over to you and pressing a quick kiss to your cheek. “How are the kids?”
Letting out a sigh you walk toward the kitchen and place the dishes in the sink, “Clara is in the living room and Tommy is already in bed. He’s had a bit of a rough day today- um Clara learned about-about-” You felt the breath in your throat hitch.
“Woah woah, what’s going on, baby?” Elvis cupped your face and made you look at him, “Come on, I need you to talk to me.” His eyes scanned over your face as the tears began to flow freely.
“It’s just- I know it is not your fault-it’s your job but- I can’t do this alone, Elvis. I feel like I am a horrible mother and I am just trying my best- but Clara wants to go to gymnastics.”
Elvis pulled you close to his chest and hushed you softly, “Shh, I’ve got you.”
“I’m a horrible mother.” You sobbed into his chest, your fists clutching tightly to his shirt as your tears soaked the fabric.
“Hey no no no, you are not a horrible mother, you hear me? I don’t want to ever hear you say that again.” He pulled back and smoothed your hair back, “I love you and I am sorry for all of this. How about you go on upstairs, take yourself a bath, do whatever you need to do and I’ll take care of the kids for the rest of the night.”
Nodding your head you pressed a kiss to his lips and made your way up the stairs, you prepared your bath and as you sank into the warm water you were reminded that you in fact were not having to do this alone.
elvis watching his son play on varsity football headcannon 😀
- parents in the stands would be absolutely flabbergasted elvis presley was watching a high school football game
- watching right on the sidelines with the memphis mafia
- always trying to coach him from the sidelines.
- he would pull his son to talk to him when it was his turn to come out and take a break
- “GHAT DAMN SON 68 has tackled you 3 times in a row! you need to throw a stiff arm or something, it ain’t gon get any easier if you ain’t do nun!”
- *smacks helmet*
- when his sons team was about to score he’d be jumping up and down
- “JERRY DID YOU SEE THAT?!?!?”
- “the ref is blinder than a bat with 3 eyes.”
- “back in my day we barley wore pads now they got these boys wrapped in like fucking bubble wrap.”
- if his sons team was about to lose squatting down with his hands in his hair so stressed
- after the loss he’d telling his son how good he did on the car ride back home and said it was the coaches fault
- “if these coaches ain’t gon start pushing you guys at practice i think I’m gonna have to step up, ain’t that right billy?”
- “oh please dad no.”
LOL I HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOYED! sorry this was so short but PLEASE send me requests. I wanna write a lot more headcannons so it would be greatly appreciated ❤️❤️
Writers Note: I really wanted to make something angsty thanks to @sissylittlefeather
Warning: Mentions of drug use and overdose
Pairing: POC OC x Elvis/ Elvis and the twins
Plot: It's January 7th, 1977 Cecelia is now 42 and Elvis was 23 hours away from being 42, but what happens when things go left and they have to spend it in a hospital with their son Jessie
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Memphis, Tennessee, January 7th, 1977
"Happy birthday, mama," Jessie smiled, pushing his dark blonde and brown hair back. "Thanks, baby." Cecelia kissed his cheek, his friends laughing at him. As he rolled his eyes. His father was going around talking and entertaining like he'd always do.
"You know you really do look like your dad." Jerico, his best friend, said,
"Shut up..." Brushing past him, walking away from the crowd and into the jungle room where Elaine had been reading a book.
"Lanie, that's so lame." Jonathan smirked at her as she glared at him, " Come spend time with me~" He said, already sounding drunk, making kissing noises,
"I'd rather kiss your sister... Oh wait, I already do." She stuck her tongue out at him,
"Ouch... That stings Lanie..." Jonathan clutched his heart.
"Stop hitting on my sister..."
"You're being nice whaddya want..." Looking over her book,
"We're gonna, you know..."
"No, if Daddy and Mama find out you're doing that crap..."
"They won't know!" Jerico smiled,
"Yeah!" Jessie smirked, "We're gonna fool around a bit, drink a bit."
"You'll keep watch." Jonathan smiled,
"Please..." His Graceland gang pleading in unison.
"Fine, but it's the last time." Walking down towards the backyard door to sneak out. "And Jessie..." Elaine asked he turned to face her,
"Yeah, Sis..."
"Don't come back home high." She sighed,
"Buzzkill."
Jessie, Jonathan, and Jerico were sitting around with a few high school seniors, blasting White Rabbit through the record player speakers as there were all the things, future rock and roll stars of their time, boozing, ladies, and "I got the drugs, boys!" one boy shouted as Jessie cheered, Jerico and Jonathan were only there for the drinks and dabbling of weed. But Jessie, he was there for the hard stuff. After all, he'd been hiding LSD and PCP in his room lately.
"Whatcha got, Steve."
"Well, Jessie Garon.. We got blow, we got poppers..."
"What're those?"
"Disco biscuits, they're far out, man."
"I'll try... four."
"Jessie, you-"
"Jerry Jerico, I got this..." He winked
The party at Graceland was wrapping on Cecelia's end as she was dancing and kissing Elvis. Elaine watched, nervous for her brother. As her foot was tapping, Elaine could feel her chest tightening and her body. Feeling numb. Something was happening to Jessie. She could feel it.
"Elaine, have you seen Jessie?" Elvis asked as she froze,
"Uh, no, I haven't..." Elaine smiled as Elvis looked at her. She was hiding something,
"Little Biscuit, did Estella break your heart again..."
"No... We're fine." She smiled, "Just please go enjoy your birthday with Mama... You've only got 15 minutes before it's your turn." She smiled as Elvis kissed her forehead and smiled,
"Alright, but you know you can tell me anything."
"Mhmm..." She smiled, watching him walk off.
"Please pick up..." Jonathan said, clutching the phone in his hand as he was shaking. Jerico watched as the ambulance came, picked up Jessie, and put him on the stretcher,
"Who's this..."
"It's Jonathan,"
"What's wrong?"
"Jessie's in the hospital... He overdosed."
"FUCK!" Elaine shouted as she threw the kitchen phone at the wall. Elvis and Cecelia had just cut their separate cakes when they heard their daughter screaming in the kitchen. Running towards her. Elaine had been crouching down, rocking herself. This was her fault, and she knew it.
"Hey... Hey...Hey... What happened." Elvis asked. He never liked seeing his favorite girl cry, and Elaine never liked lying to her parents,
"It's Jessie..."
"What happened to Jessie..." Cecelia asked as Elaine sniffled,
"H-He's in the hospital..."
Memphis Hospital January, 8th, 1977, 3:30 am
It had been four hours, and they heard nothing, absolutely nothing. Elaine was pacing in the hallways. Cecelia was saying every prayer she could think of. Elvis was smoking a Cigarillo and shaking like a leaf.
"ELVIS, HOW CAN YOU SMOKE AT A TIME LIKE THIS!"
" DAMNIT, HOW CAN I NOT!" Elvis's leg began to shake, and his heart was racing. The two got into a heated argument. Elaine was rocking again. Her family was falling apart. Before her eyes, it was her fault. Clutching onto his Nipper hound-dog stuffed animal,
"MAYBE IF YOU WEREN'T SO DAMN FOCUSED ON YOUR STATEWIDE TOUR WE'D HAVE CAUGHT THIS BEFORE IT GOT TO THIS!"
"I'M SORRY, BUT AREN'T YOU THE ONE WORKIN ON A MOVIE AND TWO ALBUMS AND RUNNIN A RECORD COMPANY. DON'T TELL ME ABOUT NOT BEING THERE!"
"stop yelling...." Elaine said. Softly, as they kept arguing, "STOP IT NOW, BOTH OF YOU!" Elvis and Cecelia stopped as they looked at their daughter. She was heartbroken, torn even. She felt unseen and unheard in this very room. That should be filled with love right now. "I should be in there... not him!" Elaine shouted, her voice was tired and weak,
"Ellie..." Cecelia sat next to her, "It's not your fault..."
"It is... I let him do this to himself... I-I didn't stop him. I-I'd let him go and do this anytime he needed a fix! "Taking her fist and pounding it into her forehead, "I'm stupid... WHY WOULD I LET HIM DO THAT WHY!" Elvis and Cecelia hugged her as she sobbed into Elvis's lap, Cecelia petting her hair.
"Little Biscuit, it ain't your fault..."
"But it is daddy... I-I already caused this family enough pain now, Jessie." She sniffled,
"Ellie, you tried to protect him the best you could."
"Mama, it wasn't enough... He shouldn't be here. You two shouldn't be here! It's Daddy's birthday, and you're both here!" She screamed, storming off,
"Where you going!" Cecelia asked,
"To have a long conversation with GOD!" She turned to look at her parents, " ON MY OWN!" Cecelia and Elvis didn't know to be mad at her or pleased, a mix, maybe, as the two huddled together in the hospital. Cecelia then laughed a little. She had been thinking of something,
"What's so funny..."
"I stopped by the gift shop and got you a little gift." It was a horribly made Elvis doll, which made him laugh as he looked at it,
"Happy birthday..."
"Oh, man. Lord have mercy, baby, it's ugly." He laughed as he kissed her forehead, "And to think I got you an I Heart Elvis mug."
"We'll have matching sets. I got you a mug too." On it, it said I Heart Cecelia.
"Is this chapel taken..." Estella asked. as Jonathan and Jerico stood behind her, "Tell 'em I don't want to talk..." Elaine glared at the two boys, "Ellie Bear..." Estella mumbled, "NO!" She stood up, "What kind of God gives my brother friends like you!" Elaine said, with a tone that was venomous. "El..." Estella tried to reach out for her as she backed away, "YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO PROTECT HIM, AND YOU ALL SAT THERE AND LET HIM DO THAT!"
"You ain't no saint either, Elaine!" Jerico laughed,
"I don't know what you mean..."
"Jessie got into drinkin cause your little accident..." Jonathan smirked, "So maybe get off your high horse." Elaine ran off crying as Estella slapped her brother,
"Mr. and Mrs. Presley, you're welcome to see him now." The Nurse said. Jessie was sleeping as they were detoxing him of all the toxins in his body. His skin was sweaty, but he was safe. Kissing his forehead, Cecelia hugged his body as Elvis shed a few tears. That was his baby boy lying right there in the same bed he was birthed on, "He'll be able to go home when he wakes up."
Graceland Memphis, Tennessee, January 8th, 7am
"Lord...Please save him. He's all I got, amen..." Was all Jessie heard when he woke up to an IV drip in his arm and a massive headache? There was a trashcan by his bed, a rag on his forehead, and he felt like,
"Shit, what happened to me..."
"You almost died. You had LSD, PCP, and Disco biscuits in your system along with Whiskey." Elaine sighed,
"They know, don't they..." Jessie asked as Elaine nodded, "Yeah, daddy ain't pleased, and Mama's been fightin' the press all night."
"What about you?"
"Well, Jerico hates me, Jonathan hates me, Estella said we should take a break."
"I knew I heard Rocketman, but I thought I was still tripping." Elaine nudged him, as he nudged her back,
"I'm sorry I scared you so bad."
"Promise me you won't do any of that crap again!"
"Laine..."
"Jessie Vernon Presley, I will shove that IV needle up your ass."
"Fine, fine!" He then heard a knock at his bedroom door, Elvis couldn't look Jessie in the eye, and Jessie couldn't look to face Elvis,
"Mornin Daddy,"
"Elaine..."
"I'll let you two uh talk." She raced out of the room. The air was thick with tension as the man who "Pushed" him opened his mouth to speak.
"Jessie, I'm sorry."
"For trying to make me like you!"
"Jessie..."
"You don't care about me! You're so caught up with Mama, and y'all's career that you don't even notice me!" Jessie laughed, "So, no, you're not sorry!"
"Jessie!" Elvis grabbed his face to get his son to look at him, "You're a spoiled, selfish brat, and you're stubborn. You think you know every damn thing, and you don't!" Elvis growled in anger,
"Oh, yeah, like you ever had it hard!"
"You don't know how your on ass from your head!" Elvis laughed, "I've been through so much that I pray you and your sister never had to." Jessie rolled his eyes,
"Yeah, like running outta money or what jumpsuit to wear!"
"Like making sure I never had to be the sixteen-year-old boy in the streets workin trying to keep food on the table to feed his family so he'd never have to get kicked out in the streets lookin for food in a trashcan!" Jessie looked at his father. As Elvis began to cry,
"I try so much to be the perfect father 'cause your mama... she didn't have that growin up, I-I-I try..."
"You didn't try hard enough, nor did Mama..." Jessie smirked,
"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!"
" I JUST WANT YOUR ATTENTION!" Jessie looked up at him, tears in his eyes as Elvis hugged him tightly,
"I want your love..."
"Jessie, you have my love..."
"No, I don't. You're not always here, neither is Mama..." He cried, and Elvis's heart broke. Jessie sounded like the little seven-year-old boy who would sneak into bed because he had a nightmare. He sounded like he did once when he was his age. The whole world was on his shoulders, and he needed help carrying it.
"Jessie... What can I do to make it better?"
"I liked when we'd have our boy's night out with Uncle, Jerry, and Lamar, and Red, Joe, and Billy..."
"Me too, kid..." Elvis smiled,
"I'd like to tell you things again..."
"Like what." Elvis smiled
"Like how I'm interning under Mama, cause her assistants cute." He laughed as Elvis chuckled,
"Or how I secretly buy your records 'cause I think you're so cool, and I'll never be you."
"Takin' drugs and living your life like this, ain't it. That's not being cool. Being true to you is." Elvis smiled as Cecelia watched from the door,
"You think so..."
"I know so," He kissed his forehead, "We love you, I love you,"
"I love you too Pa." Jessie hugged his dad as Elvis smiled,
And I think it's gonna be a long, long time
'Til touchdown brings me round again to find
I'm not the man they think I am at home
"Estella broke up with Elaine again..."
"Yeah..."
"God grants me more years, but less patience." He laughed as Jessie and Elvis laughed,
*Bonus*
"Cece..."
"Hmm..."
"Being a parent may be the hardest career ever." He kissed his wife on the forehead, "Who're you tellin." She kissed his neck as he moaned,
"Happy birthday to"
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"What!"
"Can we sleep with y'all!" Jessie asked as Cecelia and Elvis laughed,
"Happy birthday my beloved."
"Some birthday." He smiled, "Come on in, guys!" Elaine and Jessie walked in with pillows, a cake, and blankets. Making a fort on the ground, the four of them watching TV all snuggled up together, It was true what they said,
summary: For once Elvis has a day off and decides to spend it with his kids, you take this chance to go out with some of your friends. What happens after you close the front door- no one could have ever predicted.
word count: 1,361
You ran your fingertips across the handles of your purse, "Are you sure you want me to go, honey? I can call the girls and have them reschedule for another day." The impending sense of worry slowly slipping over you. This was your first time going out by yourself since Tommy had been born. This outing had been in the works for almost two years and you knew that if you were to cancel it would have repercussions.
With a smile spread across his lips and Lottie Mae wrapped around his leg he replied, "We are having fun, aren't we, little bit?" Elvis asked his daughter. Lottie Mae bobbed her head up and down as she gripped her father's leg tightly. "Lord, you're gonna cut the blood to my leg with you gripping on so tight," Elvis joked as he shook his leg.
Looking behind your husband and young daughter you noticed your youngest child, Tommy- who was slowly making his way toward his father. "What are you doing, bubba?" You asked the toddler as you reached down to grab him. "Are you trying to get daddy? Is that what you're trying to do, huh?" With drool dripping down his chin Tommy placed his tiny hands on your cheeks and pressed his mouth on your nose. "Oh thank you, baby. Momma loves your kisses." Pulling him back you quickly wiped the slobber off your face and off of his chin.
"You want to come over here to daddy, Tommy? Yes, you do, yes you do!" Elvis said as he took the slobbering toddler from your arms, "We're going to have a fun day, isn't that right, Tommy?" Elvis asked as he tilted the boy's chin in his direction, "Can you tell momma that we're going to have a fun day?" Staring back blankly at his father Tommy simply squealed and slapped his hands against his father's face. Taking Tommy's hands off of his face he directed them towards you and in a high-pitched voice said, "We're going to have a good day momma!"
"Was that supposed to be Tommy's voice?" You asked him as you grabbed Tommy's hands and pressed a series of kisses to them. "Because it wasn't very good, no it wasn't very good!" Tommy giggled and rested his head on his father’s chest, “I love you, sweet boy.”
Elvis pressed a kiss to your forehead and then to your lips, “I love you, honey. Now go out and have fun, don’t worry about us.”
Taking notice of what was going on, Lottie Mae’s eyes began to well with tears and her little lip began to tremble. “Momma, where are you going?”
"Momma is going to go out with some friends for the day, but I'll be back tonight before you go to bed, alright sweetie?" You told her before pressing a kiss to her forehead.
She shook her head, "Why momma? I don't want you to leave, momma why can't you stay here?" She grabbed your hand and began to pull you closer to her.
Elvis grabbed his daughter’s hand and asked her, “Hey sweetheart, do you want to go help me take care of your pony? Daddy needs to go check on all of ‘em but I can’t do it without my special girl. "He pulled her towards the backdoor and made his way to the stables, allowing you to slip out of the house.
“Daddy, when will mommy be back?” Lottie asked as she dragged her shoes in the dirt. The rocks began to scuff the toe of her shoes and her white socks were covered in dirt.
“She’ll be back soon but you need to pick up your feet, those are nice shoes and you don’t need to ruin ‘em like that,” Elvis said as he opened the door to the stable. "Be careful, honey", he said as he shifted Tommy in his arms. Leaning his face forward with his mouth wide open, Tommy pressed his mouth onto his father's cheek before letting out a happy squeal. "You giving daddy kisses, boy? Is that what you are doing, you are so silly", Elvis cooed as he tickled him under his chin.
Lottie walked through the aisle of the stables, standing up on her tiptoes to peer into the stalls, "I see her! I see her daddy!" Lottie exclaimed at the sight of her pony. She grabbed the nearest five-gallon bucket and pulled it over so she could stand on it.
"Charlotte..." Elvis began to try and dissuade her behavior but at the last minute chose to let her continue on.
Standing atop her makeshift stool, Lottie Mae began to pet the horse's nose, "Nice Ms. Daisy", she murmured softly. Elvis stood back and watched the soft interaction unfold between the pair. There seemed to be a sense of tranquility that stood between them. That was until Lottie moved the bucket which spooked Ms. Daisy. In a matter of seconds, Lottie Mae had ended up on the concrete floor and Ms. Daisy pushed back into the corner.
"Shit", Elvis muttered as he knelt down next to her, "You alright, sweetheart? What hurts?" He asked as he scanned over her entire body looking for some type of sign of an injury. "You are alright, I got you."
Lottie Mae let out a wail as she showed him her elbow, the skin had been scaped mildly but to her, it was the equivalent of breaking a bone. "It- It h-hurts!"
After hearing his sister's wails Tommy began to smack his father's face with his little hands. "Tommy- Tommy stop it. C'mere Lotts, let's go inside", Elvis said as he picked her up. Despite her father's well-meaning intentions, Lottie Mae thrashed in his arms.
"Want to walk! Want to walk, daddy!" She screamed as she kicked her legs and smacked his chest.
With a huff, Elvis set her down and grabbed her hand, "Well then let's go." Lottie Mae stood where she was, "Lottie Mae, let's go," Elvis repeated himself, "Now Lottie Mae." Feeling his patience beginning to wear thin he started to pull her toward the front door. "Charlotte Mae Presley, you better pick your feet up and get inside right now!"
Lottie looked back at her father and her bottom lip began to tremble, "Daddy is mean!" She shouted as tears ran down her cheeks.
Elvis sighed, "No, daddy is not mean, you young lady do not listen. That is what the problem is", he walked over to the door and pushed it open ushering her inside. He sat Tommy down in his playpen and directed his attention back to Lottie, "C'mon let's get you fixed up." He picked her up and sat her on the counter, he rummaged through the drawers and pulled out a Band-Aid.
"Fix it, daddy"
"I am working on it, little Ms. sassy pants", he replied as he put the bandage on.
Unbeknownst to the pair in the kitchen, you had quietly slipped inside of the front door and into the living room. Bending over the playpen you smiled as you watched Tommy gnaw on one of his toys. "What are you doing, bubba?" At the sound of your voice Tommy let out a squeal, "Oh tell me all about it, bubba. Tell me all about your day." You picked him up and brought him into the kitchen all whilst he babbled on.
Lottie held up her elbow to inspect her father's handiwork, "All better, daddy?"
Elvis nodded and helped her off of the countertop, "All better- well look who it is, Lottie!" He said with a smile spread across his lips.
"Momma!" She yelled as she ran over and wrapped her arms around your legs.
"I missed you so much, sweetie! Did you have a good day with daddy and Tommy?" You asked as you smoothed her hair out with your free hand. She nodded her head and buried her face in your skirt, "How were they today, baby?" You asked your husband who looked as if he had just ran a marathon.
"Oh they were great, absolutely perfect", he said and he leaned in and pressed a kiss to your lips.
Hello! I know I requested something already but I have another one. I don't know if your still in the mood to do hurt/comfort fics, but if you are would you mind if I requested one where depending on which Elvis you want here but Elvis is having a hard time with the Colonel(any Elvis), Movies, (60's Elvis) Performances and being away (50's Elvis) or Concerts in Vegas (70's Elvis.) So he's having a hard time and you've been looking after him and helping him through it, (and just to make it more interesting if your doing 70's Elvis maybe you have kids.) and you've been dealing with them and parent teacher meetings and such, and your just so exhausted by everything that why Elvis is speaking to you about something you break down? And he has to help you calm down and he helps you and then you tell him what's wrong and he feels terrible? This would be amazing if you wrote it, but no pressure! Thankyou!!
You've got it babes! I will start working on this tonight and then I will finish it either tomorrow or sometime this week!
Do you think elvis suits being a girl dad instead of a boy dad?
Hmmmm.... girl dad all the way! Because even though he can act manly and has a temper and is all rough around the edges, he's deep down just a soft lil teddy bear that will do absolutely anything for his girls. I think once he found out he was having a girl, he'd freak out because "I don't know anything about girls!" so we teach him everything he needs to know and then of course the shopping sprees start.
Anytime his little girl smiles at him, he's an absolute puddle.
