Austin Butler imagines💙

Pregnancy (E.P)

You lay in bed, feeling incredibly nauseous. You really did want your Elvis to be in bed comforting and cuddling you whilst feeling so rough, but you felt bad asking him of that especially when he's been so excited to see his friends after a while of not seeing them. There was a little bit of a dilemma with Elvis' tours, and they overran. He did have you, but he was still upset about being away from his friends. So most nights on that tour he'd end up just making love to you aimlessly cause he had nothing better to do after a day full of messing around, yelling at The Colonel, playing his guitar stressfully.

You got out of bed limply, feeling a sharp sting of cold as you parted with the bedsheets. You began to shuffle across the landing, hoping to be seen by no one in this homeless looking state.

Elvis was in jungle room with some of his friends, laughing, playing records. You could pick out Elvis' distinctive giggle out of all the laughter which made you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. You decided to just walk past the jungle room, to get a glance at his adorable, happy, laughing face.

You snuck over and passed by, only to see that they were laughing at some of your belongings you'd messily left in the jungle room previously that day.

You felt annoyed that elvis was showing all your stuff, holding it like it's a rare artefact at auction showing your stuff to his friends. So, you just walked on by.

You walked past the jungle room, where they were sat, completely ignoring them.

"Baby,.." Elvis called out, but you ignored him, trying to work out something in your head now, remembering why you even came down in the first place. Plus, you wouldn't have answered anyway cause you were mad at him.

"Ooh, she's pissed, E." one of his friends jeered.
"Shut up, she isn't. She's jus' fine.." he said, actually wondering if you were pissed off at him for some reason, cause it did seem like it. But he didn't really want to admit it.

"I'll go check on her." Elvis told his friends and came out to the kitchen to see you looking at the calendar, crossing off days on it nervously.

"One, two, three, four, five, six..six weeks." You muttered underneath your breath, counting up how many weeks it had been since your last period.

You looked up for a minute, staring at the huge garden you could see out the window, wondering if that was too long.

'That is way too long. Like, seriously too long. That's like..you're not having your period for another 9 months long.' You thought to yourself. And now thinking of it..you've had a couple of odd symptoms...you swallowed hard, feeling tormented by your own thoughts. Just the thought scared you.

It wasn't until Elvis cleared his throat did you realise his presence, lurking behind you, interrupting your train of thoughts too.

"Elvis! Jesus Christ!" You hissed, terrified. You certainly did not expect him to be there. He's startled by you being startled too.

"Is everything alright?" He asked, looking very concerned. He came over, standing behind you and putting his hand on your waist, then moving his hands over your stomach, to give you a hug. And it wasn't until he touched your stomach did you know for definite you were having a baby..it was your gut instinct. You could almost feel it.

"Yeah." You sheepishly answer, knowing that isn't the full truth. It's not even half the truth. It's a full on lie. No, you were not okay after finding that out.

"Ah, Satnin, don't shut me out. You ain't normally stood there lookin' like you've seen a ghost." He says, turning you around to face him.

"Everything's fine." You reassured him, lying again.