What had you done in those 4 months to Elvis. He was always angry to be around you. He hardly slept in your bed. Only when you'd accidentally slept on the couch. He knew how rough this was on you. Yes it was rough on him but it would help you both if he was nicer and better- you stopped your thoughts from continuing as you made him a sandwich. "No. Don't think that. He's great he gets what you need that's all you need to have." You say to yourself and you cut the sandwich and set it on a plate. You take his food to him upstairs, deciding on your way up that you'd confront him.
"Elvis. You're not getting this till I know why you've been so cold to me." You say setting the plate on the chair and crossing your arms as you wait for his answer.
"I ain't been cold ta ya? What the hell ya on bout?" He asks starting to get defensive. "You've been cold as hell. Like your angry at me. I want to know why. I have been nothing but nice. I'm the one that throws up on a god damn daily basis Elvis. Tell me what the hell is wrong." You rant a bit. Elvis rises up and clenches his jaw. "Goddamn. Get off my ass. I ain't done shit ta ya." He huffs his fist clenching in a fit of anger, yep a bad mood sorta day. You decided to drop it and walk away. But that didn't make him happy. "GET YA'R DAMN ASS OVER HERE" he roared. You frowned at looked over at him. "Not cold huh?" You hum with a annoyed look. "For fuck sake. Ya want ta know so bad? Ya want ta make me happy or somethin'? If that's what ya want get the hell outta my damn house" you'd struck a cord and that cord was what kept him level apparently. You didn't care though. You were to hormonal to deal with this. "That's what you want? Is it really? Because I'd be more than happy to make your life better." You spit out. You were not one to deal with this. Especially when your this haywire. Hormones have you in so many different places and this is not one you want to add. "Yes." He huffs before grabbing his plate getting on the bed. You nod and go across the room to the closet gathering some clothes without a word to him.
You walked down the stairs and seen Charlie. "Hey char. Could you give me a ride to the Peabody?" You ask, he doesn't question he just nods and grabs the keys. The ride there was quite, the mafia knew that you would be feed up at one point because they seen how he was to you. "Don't tell Elvis. Not that I'm gone not that I'm here. Okay?" You say looking over at him. He nods and gives you a quick hug before you go into the hotel and get a room. Immediately as you get settled in the room the phone rings. You pick it up thinking maybe it's the front desk. "Hello?" You ask.
"Chop." God dammit. You thought as you sigh. "What Elvis?" You ask sitting back on the bed.
"Why are ya not home, baby wants his satnin." He's even pulling out his baby talk. "Elvis you told me to get out of your house."
You say. "But chop..I want ya here. I have ta leave tomorra'" he says. You'd forgotten about that. He leaves for a month long tour tomorrow it had completely slipped your mind. "I'll see you next month then Elvis" you say before laying the phone down. You don't need the stress of fighting on and off, not with the baby at least. You're it even sure how he found out where you were because Charlie wouldn't tell him you knew that.
Later that night you decided to be lazy and just lay down. Your stomach was killing you and you just wanted to sleep. Till your door was busted open and Elvis was right there. "There ya are" he says a smile resting on his face. "What do you want?" You ask. Elvis shrugs and goes to the other side of the bed leaving the door open. It was broken off the latch anyway. He crawls In beside you and wraps his arms around you. You would protest but your hormones made you want him, you always just wanted to be held. You were a few months away from having a baby. After Aaron it sounded foreign to you.
You decided that what you need to pull your mind away and get your hormones level down was Elvis. You trailed your hands down his shirt to the waist of his pants. Untucking his shirt before running your fingers along his belt. "Whatcha doin' sweetheart?" He asks with a chuckle. "I need you." You say as you scan over his face. "Uh- 'm sorry baby..I- I have ta sleep. I leave early tomorra'" he says as if he was trying to get out of it completely. You stare at him for a second before you nod and pull your hands to yourself. "Okay." You say, if he didn't want to do anything you were fine with it. You just put your face in his chest and watched the tv. You fell asleep in his arms which seemed like it was a dream when you woke up. He was gone the door was fixed..kinda.
A few weeks after he left your went into early labor. Joe was home to watch you just incase you fell. But a premature baby was not what you expected. He rushed you to the er and got you inside before getting to a phone and calling the place Elvis was at the moment. "Hey this is joe Esposito. I'm calling to get ahold of Elvis it concerns his wife" he said hurriedly. They were quick to transfer joe to a different phone to which Jerry answered. "Hey this is Jerry" he says.
"Jerry! Put E on the phone y/n is in labor." He says. Jerry frowns a bit. "Joe are you sure it's only been..just under 5 months" he says. "yes! Get Elvis!" He says eagerly. Jerry calls over Elvis and hands him the phone.
"Hello?" He says. "E! Y/n is in labor. It's premature you gotta get here." Joe says. Elvis' heart drops. "Huh?" He hums as he processes the information. "Joe. Ya stay there ya hear. Tell me everything they say I'll get on the plane as soon as I can" he says hanging up. He was going to cancel the rest of this tour. What ever was happening right now was gut wrenching, he didn't want this baby to pass. He knew you wouldn't be able to take it.
The doctors immediately got you ready for a c-section. "It's too early. No. No please" you begged the doctors. "Ma'am this baby has to come out." He says as he fixes his gloves. "No. No. No. I don't even know the gender yet we have to wait. Till next month oh my god please." You continued to beg. "I'm sorry.." the doctor said before putting a mask over your face making you calm down and go to sleep.
You woke up and looked around to gather what happened. You sat up quickly and a nurse quickly pushed your back to the bed. "Easy ma'am. Your stitches are healing. I'll go get the father and bring you your baby boy." She says, you froze as she left. "Boy." You say as the door opens. Elvis smiles at you and sits on the seat right by your bed. "'m sorry I wasn' here before." He says grabbing your hand. "It's okay.." you say as you squeeze his hand. They wheeled in a clear nic-u box. Your heart shattered. Aaron. Tears filled up your eyes as you stared at the box. "He's stable as off right now...he's very early and needs to be build his strength and conditioning up before he can go home..but and I'm sorry to say this..but he's very unlikely to make it. If he makes it this week we should be in the clear though" she says. It's broken you. If this baby whom you still have yet to name- passed. You would be ruined. So you silently begged for him to be okay. "Now.. you can't hold him but you can feel him with gloves. Here both of you a pair." She said handing you and Elvis pairs of gloves. You sighed and let in lose. "Uh- can..can ya bring him back in a minute?" Elvis asked standing up. "No. No please don't take him" you couldn't. Not with him in that nic-u box. The nurse nodded deciding to leave you three alone she left and shut the door. "He can't go. He can't possibly die. Not in that box. Not in this hospital. Not ever." You say through sobs. Elvis wraps his arms around you and slides in the bed
"I know baby. He won' he'll come home with us soon." He says pressing a kiss to your head.
Silence casted over the room like a blanket. You both looked at the baby boy few what felt like a few seconds but was really close to a hour. A nurse walked in and smiled at you. "Let's get him a name yeah?" She says. Elvis smiles and looks at you. "What do ya think about jesse?" He asked. You gave him a nod, that name was perfect. Writing down the name on the certificate and signing it with both of your signatures Jesse was officially yours and Elvis'. It didn't take from the fact, your baby was dying right infront of you. He couldn't. He just couldn't. "Elvis. What if he doesn't make it?" You asked as the nurse left and left you back to your staring. You wanted so bad to hold him but you were scared to hurt him. He was so small and fragile. "Don' be thinkin' like that. He's goin' to make it. By god I'll give my own life for him to make it." Elvis says. Tears now fills his eyes. You looked at him and cried a bit harder. "He's dying Elvis.. our baby is dying and there's not a single thing we could do" that broke Elvis, because he knew it was true. You cried and cried together. The nurse eventually came and got jesse and the both of you cried even harder. "We can't lose him. No. Baby we cant." He bawled and you did too. Nothing but a emptiness filled you both as the nic-u got rolled away.
Well hello. It's about to get real dark real fast.-Kai
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FanfictionA story and a relationship built off of sex, love always being as a second option to Presley, a fool he was. Y/n won't put up with what she's witnessed as a woman behind him with the Memphis mafia, and a woman who was under him during his unfaithful...
