Loving You

Chapter Six

August 15, 1956

*Jessica POV*

Elvis took me to a really nice restaurant last night, then brought me home. My parents know nothing about the phone call or me catching him with another woman; I prefer to keep it that way. As for Daisy, I called her when I got home last night, and she's mad at me. She doesn't understand how I could have gone back to him after he hurt me. I haven't told her what we did when I got there, and I don't think I'm going to. "Jess! Breakfast is ready!" My mother calls to me from the bottom of the stairs.

"Coming mother," I yell back. I get dressed as quickly as possibly and walk downstairs. I pause in the entryway before the dining room. "What are you doing here?"

"Oh honey, we found the number for his hotel and called him. We figured that if he's going to be seeing our little girl, he should come and meet us officially," my mother says smiling.

I stare at Elvis, "I didn't know you got up this early."

He smiles, "I was up at six this mornin' darlin'. I barely slept last night," he walks over to me and hugs me. He leans in to whisper in my ear, "I kept thinkin' about what we did yesterday."

I smile at him and kiss his cheek, "I did too." We walk hand in hand to the table and and sit down. "That doesn't quite explain why you invited him for breakfast without telling me," I turn to look at him, "not that I'm complaining."

My father enters from the den, "We figured we should surprise you. And well, Regina told me that he was leaving the twenty-first for California. So if not now, then when?" I tense up, wondering what else she had told him. I'm sure it was just a passing thing, consideration for how much time I would be spending with Elvis. I nod quickly, then stare down at my plate after serving myself.

About partway through breakfast, Elvis' hand finds it's way to my thigh. I glance at him, but he only smirks. "This meal is very good Mrs Drew."

"Oh please, call me Regina. You're pretty well acquainted with my daughter," she smirks, "so we can be on a first name basis." Elvis' hand tightens slightly on my leg.

He leans towards me whispering, "You didn't tell her about what we did yesterday, did ya?"

I cough involuntarily, "No, I didn't. She knows about the stuff prior to that though."

"Does your daddy know?" He raises an eyebrow.

I shake my head, "No he doesn't know."

"Doesn't know what?" Dad looks up at the two of us with an eyebrow raised. "Something you two wanna tell us?"

My face gets hot and I shoot a look at Elvis. He clears his throat, "Y-yeah... I uh, I asked your little girl if she would like to be my girl."

Mike nods and smiles, "Good. I thought you were going to tell me that you defiled my little girl yesterday." He chuckles and takes a bite of bacon.

Elvis clears his throat, "Excuse me for a moment. I have to use the restroom."

"Through the kitchen to your right," Mom says smiling at him. She turns back to me, "So he made things official with you last night?"

I nod smiling, "Yes. He asked me to be his girl then we went to dinner."

Dad stands, goes out to the kitchen, and leans against the counter. "Mike, what are you doing?"

"I'm waiting to talk to the boy." He stands tall, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Mom, I gotta talk to you," I say, looking slightly panicked. She stands with me and we walk upstairs. "So, you know how Elvis leaned over and asked if I'd told you anything, and if Daddy knew?" She nods, "Well. I gotta tell you something, but you can't get mad at Elvis. Because I forgave him, okay?"