Loving You

Chapter Fourteen

August 30, 1956 4 PM

It's been more than a week, and I still haven't had my period. Daisy and I just got back from the doctor with my results from the rabbit test. Turns out that I'm pregnant. I haven't told Elvis yet, because I was planning to drive out to California. Oh, and there's still no sign of Dylan. The police have been searching frantically for him here in Louisiana, and in California. There's a warrant out for his arrest in practically every state. But nothing has turned up yet.

I finish packing my last bag and look at Daisy, "You should probably go home now. My parents will be home soon, and they're going to ask you first."

She nods, her pretty blonde locks shaking, "Have a safe trip honey. When Elvis calls here, you wrote your parents a note on what to tell him, right?"

"Of course. I wouldn't want to ruin the surprise." We carry my bags down the stairs and pile them into the backseat of my car. My parents knew I was going to see Elvis, but I hadn't told them why I was really going to see him. I give Daisy a tight hug, holding the results in my hand, "I'll let you know how everything goes when I get there, okay?"

She smiles warmly at me, "Drive safe, Jess." With that, I climb in my car, and embark on the thirty hour drive to California.

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August 31, 1956 9PM

I arrive at the hotel a little later than expected. It was hard driving all thirty hours on my own, but I made it. I climb out of the car and head through the front door of the hotel. I take the elevator up to the top floor, and look for Elvis' room. I held the paperwork from the doctor's office in my hand. I was nervous of how he'd respond, but I power through. I grab the key from the potted plant outside the room and use it to open the door to his room. I push the door open and step inside, instantly sensing something was wrong. I hear Elvis' voice in the bedroom, and he was groaning. I cautiously approach the bedroom; perhaps he was just pleasuring himself. I'm about to knock on the door when I hear a woman's voice cry out in pleasure, "Harder baby!" Tears well up in my eyes and I freeze, placing my hand flat against the door. How long had this been going on? I drop the papers and leave, slamming the suite door behind me...

*Elvis POV*

"What the hell was that?" I lift my head at the sound of the door slamming.

Sarah lifts her head too, "I don't know baby. Why don't you go look?" I get out of bed, pull my robe on, and open the bedroom door. I look down and find a yellow paper on the floor. I pick it up and read it. "Congratulations Jessica Drew, the results of your recent rabbit test have come back positive! You have a baby on the way!" The paper was signed by Jessica's doctor.

I freeze, "Oh my god..." Jessica was here... She must have heard us. I grab my key and leave the suite. I approach the end of the hall and hear hysterical sobbing. I look down at the elevators and see Jessica curled in a ball, sobbing. I stand there and look at her, "Jess..."

"Get away from me!" She screams. "I hate you!" My heart breaks when I hear those words. I stand there, shamed.

"You're...pregnant?" It came out harsher than I meant it to, and she slowly looks up at me. There was hurt in her eyes as tears streak her face.

"How long have you been fucking other women?" The harshness in her tone sent a pit to my stomach. "Please tell me it hasn't been the whole time you've been away, Elvis... At least give me that..." A few doors on the floor open, and the guys in my entourage look into the hallway to inspect what the yelling was. They see Jessica, and duck back into their rooms; except Joe. He stands firm in the hallway, having before told me that my actions would come back to bite me. Jessica clears her throat, pulling me back, "Answer me."