Love Don't cost A Thing

chapter 22.

Chapter 22.

Joy POV.

Elvis's attitude towards everything changed, he hasn't quite got mad not even at the Mafia. It was a nice change.

"Baby, Joy come to bed. "Elvis yawned , scratching the back of his neck.

I stared down at the stick, that read positive.

"I'm Pregnant." I Said slowly.

Elvis sighed, rubbing my shoulders gently.

"We'll get thought this, I promise." Elvis kissed my cheek gently.

"I wanna vacation, somewhere peaceful." Sliding my arms around his neck.

"Dont worry your little heart Babydoll, Were gonna have this baby." Elvis promised keeping me close to his chest.

Elvis POV.

I kept my eye on Joy, she needed to be watched. She wasn't no little girl no more, she was a women who knew how to Handel life even after a Messed up child hood.

"Come on E, let's play some pool?" Joe ruffled Amelia hair, walking past.

"No, No I can't leave Joy."I mumbled, starring past him.

"She'll be fine, E-" Joe murmured.

"No! I said No, I have to stay here" I shouted standing up.

"Alright, alright. Is everything okay E? You seem uptight." Joe questioned.

"Joy's pregnant again, I-I'm worried I'm gonna Lose her." I studdered.

"E, your never gonna Lose Joy. You got her back and it's for good this time." He reassured me.

I caught Joy's eyes, they twilked in happiness.

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Joy POV.

Elvis kissed me gently, slowly backing away with that little smirk always has.

"Be careful now! when I come back you better be in bed." Elvis shouted.
Amelia ran away, holding hands with Her little sister Mia.

"When you comming back?" I questioned.

A few tear drops rolled down my face.

"I'll phone you every night, don't worry bout me darling. Tour is only 6 months." Elvis reassured me.

Elvis whipped my tear, lifting my chin up.

"I love you, and only you. You know that baby." Elvis kissed me with all the passion he had for me.

"Dont go, falling for some women." I half joked, Elvis rubbed my watermelon of a stomach.

"E! The bus is here!" Joe called, a cigar hanging from his lip.

Elvis crushed his lips on mine one last time.

"I love you too, you better get going." I whispered tearfully.

That night I laied on Elvis's side, crying myself to sleep.