Thursday arrived...
You could feel the November sun hit your exposed back, you woke up feeling even more nauseous than any other day.
You looked up at Elvis
Oh gosh he is pretty, the perfect side profile
You ran up from the bed when your saliva started to get thinner and you could feel the lump in your throat coming towards your mouth.
You made it to the toilet before letting it all out, a warm hand started to rub your back and the other held your hair.
You looked back, to see Elvis almost still asleep trying to help you.
"Don't worry baby, I got you" he pinched his bridge of his nose trying to stay awake.
You let another lap of vomit hit the toilet,
"Elvis, go find me some water and pickles" you said while wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.
"Yeah got it baby" he let go your hair slowly and got up his feet
"pickles... w-wha-?
"No question Elvis! Just get me them"
"Alrighty baby mama"
You tilted your head back to the wall, and pulled a dirty t-shirt on from the laundry
Elvis came back with 3 different pickles jar "didn't know which one you like" he said while setting them to the ground.
You opened one jar and fished one out
"Don't judge me okay" you said
"Honey how could I ever judge my future wife and soon to be baby mama" he squatted down and stroked your hair.
"Stop it Elvis" you always blushed when he said future wife
"Okay, but I'm tellin' ya mrs. Presley rings to ma ear" he kissed your forehead
"Come back to bed when ya done with the pickles... alright honey"
You sent a thumb up to him, while shoving another pickle in you.
You pulled yourself up from the floor, and went in the bedroom again...
You giggled at the sight of Elvis laying in a manspread and naked in the bed.
"What! Don't ya dare laugh" he said playful.
"Elvis I smell like vomit and pickles, I don't think you would be delighted by me right now"
"Baby I don't care... come here"
You pushed yourself off the doorframe and went over to the beautiful man laying in your bed.
You leaned over him, almost not being able to, because of your bump.
You kissed him gently yet passionately on the lips.
He grabbed your neck to push you further in to his mouth
You let a slight moan out when his warm tongue entered your mouth,
"Baby we can't" you let out between the kisses
"I'll be careful sweetheart" he cupped your face with his large hand, you could already feel him hard against your leg.
You let out a chuckle "no not the baby honey, the colonel will be here in 5 minutes, remember you got the
m-meeting"
You stuttered at the word meeting because you reminded yourself about the small fight that had been led to it.
"5 minutes... is more than enough" he said and started to kiss your lips again.
"Elvis... for real you know 5 minutes isn't enough" you smirked has you looked down at his rock hard dick.
"Ugh fine, but after the meeting you and me got a hot date... okay baby"
He kissed your forehead, you pushed yourself off him
"Now look away, so it can go down"
Elvis said, while trying to concentrate on other things than you
You giggled as you went into the bathroom again,
"It ya fault honey, so don't ya be laughing" he yelled from the bed.
The front door ranged, and Elvis invited the whole Memphis mafia inside,
"Oh gosh Y/N you look beautiful" Jerry said and kissed you on the cheek.
"How much longer are we gotta wait"
"3 months more" you said while smiling over at Elvis.
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FanfictionElvis and you always have a thing for each other since you started working with him. Everything was like a dream, until it wasn't. (Smut warning)
