His best friend

Chapter Twelve

Rochelle POV

Elvis promised he'd stop seeing Priscilla and ever since our moment in the car he has, And he's spent more and more time with me and his family.

For a couple of days now I've been feeling too sick to get up outta bed, I've just been cooped up in the house all day.

"Elle? You all right?" I could hear someone outside the bathroom door, More vomit came out and I flushed the toilet. My voice was too weak too respond so I opened the door to see Doger.

"Oh Honey, did you throw up?" Doger felt my forhead. "Well you feel normal, Is everything all right?" She questioned guiding me to my bed.

"I haven't been feeling the best is all, I think it's because the weather...." I gazed off, Doger handed me Tylenol.

"Have you and Elvis been spending a lot of time together?" She questioned with a small grin.

I put to and to together to realize what she's talking about, my eyes widen. "Oh Doger, No I'm not..... No." I shook my head.

"Elle now, Since when was your last period?" She questioned, my cheeks became red.

"About.... 2 months-" I could barely finish my sentence before Doger cut me off with a hug.

"You need too tell Elvis! Honey, Your pregnant!" Doger jumped, whist she clapped her hands.

I grabbed a hold on to the wall before I lost my balance. "No... I- I can't." I whipped the tear that fell.

Doger guided me towards the living room couch before the front door opened.

"Oh Elvis! You home, Elle here has some exciting news!" Doger gudied Elvis to where I was sitting, He gave me a questioning look.

"Go on Elle!" Doger whispered, Elvis took my hands sitting down next to me.

"Baby? What is it." His deep blue ocean eyes stared back at me, Before I could speak I quickly ran to the toilet before I threw up.

I heard movement behind me, And realized it was Elvis holding my hair back. He sat down next to, rubbing my back.

"Everythin' is chanin'..... I don't want us too." I cried, Elvis whipped my tears before cupping my cheeks.

"I'm.... I'm pregnant." I whispered looking down at the light pink tile floor.

"Pregnant....." Elvis kept repeating it over and over, I looked up and he had the biggest smile on his face.

"Baby! You're having a baby!!" Elvis pulled me up with him in his arms, twirling me around.

"You want...this?" I asked after he put me down, he wrapped his arms around my waist pulling me closer to him.

"I know we aren't ready.... But this will be perfect for us." Elvis whispered, Kissing my neck.

I slightly pushed him back "Elvis... This could ruin you're career, we ain't even married.." I paced the bathroom floor.

"No.... It could make it better Think about it... They won't paint me as the rock n roll bad boy anymore. More as a home life father." Elvis paused me, he Placed his hand on my shoulders.

"I know this ain't what you expected it to be.... But maybe this is what it needs to be." Elvis whispered, I cupped his face.

"You want this? Really?" I questioned, He nodded with excitement kissing me gently.  "We're really gonna be parents Elvis, Me and you..." Happy tears fell from my face, He gave a soft kiss placing his arms around me.

"We're gonna be perfect...." He whipped them away, He took my hand and led me out the bathroom.