One and Only (Elvis/LanaDelRey FanFiction)

Chapter Eight

A small radio sat on the counter playing out music as Dixie kneaded doe on the same counter. The kitchen was an absolute mess with flour everywhere and messy pans and other dishes.  Dixie had spent most of the day baking since she hadn't much to do. Elvis had left only moments earlier for a meeting at the club he sang at and Dixie was left home alone. She hummed along to the music slightly swaying her hips and paying no mind to anything but her own business. Suddenly, to interrupt her, a knock could be heard at the door. Dixie wiped her hands on her apron and walked over to it, opening it to be face to face with Lana. "Oh," Dixie smiled, "Hello. Lana, is it?" Lana nodded and said, "Yes. I was just coming over to see how you were settling in. I noticed that Elvis had left and, well, I thought you might need the company of another girl around." Dixie placed her hand over her chest and smiled brightly. "That's so sweet!" The southern girl insisted, "Please, come in." She took a step to the side and opened the door wider for Lana as she walked inside, accepting the offer. Lana looked around as if she'd never the inside of the house before. She took in every detail of the home: some the same as before and others changed now that there was a woman in the home. "It smells delicious in here." Lana said, slightly laughing and looking at Dixie, who closed the door. "Oh, I was just baking," she said, "Your pie from yesterday put me in the mood. It was absolutely delicious." Lana blushed and smiled, "Just an old family recipe is all."

"I was just finishing up in the kitchen if you'd like to help."

Lana nodded in response. "I'd love to." Lana followed Dixie into the kitchen that was just as messy as she'd left it. "Sorry about the way it looks," Dixie slightly blushed from embarrassment, "I've been at it all day." Lana chuckled and shook her head. "Believe me," Lana said, "My kitchen looks just as bad when I bake." Dixie felt relief at Lana's words. Mainly because Lana was a very beautiful woman - Dixie was beautiful but Lana looked like she could be in films if she so desired - and not that Dixie wanted to impress her but, well, Dixie wanted to impress her. It was almost like knowing that perfect people did imperfect things also. It made Lana appear more human in Dixie's eyes.

Dixie grabbed an apron and handed it to the other woman. "Thank you." Lana said as she put it on and tied it around her thin waist. "I already shaved the apples, you can cut them. Elvis doesn't seem to have any good knives but this one will do." Dixie told her and handed her a knife, a cutting board, and a bowl of skinless apples. Lana took an apple and began cutting it, watching pieces fall onto the tray. "So, how are you liking California?" Dixie smiled. "I haven't seen much but so far, it's beautiful. I've never seen anything like it."

"Lucky you," Lana said, "I've been here my whole life."

"What a glamorous  life that must be." Dixie hummed, "I hope Elvis and I love out the rest of our lives together here. I've already day dreamed about it as silly as it sounds. Elvis will do his music and I'll be the perfect house wife and mother to our kids. And they'll grow up here by the beach. Of course, we'd have to fix the backdoor. It doesn't lock very well and we wouldn't want our kids just roaming around." Lana continued cutting the apples as she said, "You and Elvis must be pretty serious if you're day dreaming about your future."

"Of course we are," Dixie confirmed, "Or I wouldn't have come all the way out here. We've been together for two years now and we've been talking about getting married ever since we met back in Memphis."

Lana forced a smile and tried not to look so uncomfortable. "Well. That sounds..." Lana drifted off for a moment, "Lovely, Dixie." Dixie nodded and continued kneading the doe from earlier.

"You know," Lana began, "if I knew I'd be cutting apples I would've brought my own knife." Dixie looked at Lana as she went back to kneading the doe from before. "It's a good knife I bet then."