#dad!elvis

You were sat crisscrossed on you and elvis’ shared bed at graceland, reading a random book out of his very large book collection, waiting for him to come back from recording at the studio, a hand resting comfortably atop of your bump.

You looked up as you heard the bedroom door open, a wide smile spreading across your face as elvis walked in. “hi mama” he said softly, walking over to you and pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

“hi..how did it go?” you asked. “it went great” he said, slipping off his shoes and slipping in bed behind you. “whatcha readin’?” he asked as you laying your back against his chest, his arms wrapping around you and his hands finding home on your belly.

“gone with the wind” you answered. “i’ve seen the movie a million times but i’ve never read the book and i don’t really have anything else to do so i thought, why not?” you added with a chuckle, he smiled and pressed a soft kiss against your shoulder.

“how ya feelin’?” he asked, his thumb rubbing gently across your skin, you shrugged. “not too bad today” you answered, earning a nod.

“did ya eat?” he asked, you nodded. “i made pancakes this morning and had a sandwich not long ago” you answered.

“did ya dr-“ he starts, getting cut off by your lips against his. this was a daily routine for him, come home and ask a million questions, making sure you ate, drank water, took your medicine and vitamins, etc.

“i’m okay..i did everything i promise” you say with a chuckle after pulling away. “i worry about ya, ya know that” he says, you nod.

“and i’m very grateful” you say, closing the book and laying it on the side table before laying your hands over his.

“have ya been thinkin’ of any names?” he asks, you nod. “a few” you say with a smile. you had just found out about a week ago that your having a little girl, elvis was ecstatic.

“tell me” he says. you hum, thinking a bit. “i really like paisley” you say, looking up at him.

“that’s cute, i like it” he agrees with a smile. “what about a middle name?” he questions.

“i was thinking love, for your mama” you say softly, making his smile grow bigger. “Paisley Love Presley..it’s perfect.” he says, bringing a hand up from your stomach and laying it on your cheek, pressing a soft and slow kiss to your lips.

“yeah?” you question, he nods. “yeah” he retorts, moving some hair behind your ear before laying his hand back on your stomach.

“My y’liddle”

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Warning; mention of abuse (kinda), alcoholism

Description: Your mom hooked up with some random guy in the early 50s and ended up pregnant. She refuses to tell you who your father is and often dumps you with your grandma.

Song: Love me Tender by Elvis Presley.

I think it fits perfectly.

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As you blew the number 16 candles out on your birthday cake, your grandma patted your shoulder, offering a small smile. Another birthday without your mother, most of her time she was drowning herself in alcohol, not that you cared. Birthdays were just another day, only difference being cake was involved. And presents.

Your grandma handed you two, the first a guitar book and the second an actual guitar. You’d been harping on since you’d heard that single on the radio by Elvis Presley. And your grandma had caved. Albeit a few years too late. But you were grateful.

And you practiced for two years, following Elvis’ career, trying to catch up to him. It was silly, but it got you through your school years.

And here you were again, two years older in your grandmas kitchen again. The same flavor cake, same colour icing, different numbers. 18. You looked at your grandma, who was grinning rather widely*

“Hon, y’birthday present this year couldn’ be wrapped”

You rose a brow, head snapping to the door as there was a sharp knock. Glancing at your grandma she gave you a ‘go on’ look, ushering you to the door. Nothing could have prepared you for who was behind that door.

Elvis. Presley.

The Elvis Presley.

Your eyes snapped to your grandma, who stepped behind you.

“[Name]…meet your daddy.”

You swore your legs were on the verge of buckling, trembling as she looked up at him. Elvis flashed his signature smile.

“Hey y’liddle…”

That’s all it took for you to throw your arms around him the best you could, tears ruining your makeup. Elvis had not expected such a welcome, but it wasn’t a bad reaction. Well he hoped it wasn’t. Without another moments hesitation he wrapped his arms around you, rough palms holding you close.

“Look at yah. By god y’liddle…it’s like lookin’ in a mirror..”

You laughed through the tears, trying to process who your father was. Elvis Presley. Your father was Elvis Presley. He led you to the couch and sat you down, a callous thumb wiping your tears away. The man you’d tried beating and catching up with, was your father.

“Jus’ rest f’now ‘Kay? I’ll be here when you wake up my y’liddle…”

Fin

𝐌𝐔𝐃 𝐏𝐈𝐄 | 𝐝𝐚𝐝!𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐢𝐬 𝐱 𝐦𝐨𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

prompt(s): "I love it." "I'm gonna puke." and "If it makes you feel any better then you can slap me. Lightly."

word count: 1.3k

song: fooled around and fell in love - elvin bishop

notes/warnings: this is for my 2.5k celebration! no triggers, this is a safe read. elvis is the best dad ever and loves you and your kids more than anything. we stan a girl-dad king.

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Reader

Word Count: 4,897

Warnings: None really. Mentions of postpartum depression, reader has a bit of a break down. But other than that mostly fluffy and cute!

Author's Notes: Hi besties. I've been loving dad!Elvis lately and just wanted to finish this fic and get it out. This is a little flashback to when Ada was only a few weeks old and seeing how the reader and Elvis are dealing with being new parents. I hope you enjoy it! Possible spelling errors. (P.S. I’m aware these photos are from 68’ and obviously don’t match his look in 1970, but I needed pics of him with baby, lol.)

March 8th, 1970

It had been two weeks since you’ve been in the hospital because you had refused to leave Ada alone, who had to stay so the doctors could make sure she was okay because of her being born so soon and the doctor was finally discharging her. Elvis couldn’t be happier but he was still so worried and concerned about you and your well being. You were doing a little better whenever you got be with Ada, but there were still days where you weren’t yourself mentally. He was doing his best to tend to you and make sure you were okay. He wanted to cancel the rest of his shows at the international to be with his family, but the colonel was not happy about that and made a deal with Elvis that if he performed at least five shows he’d be allowed to cancel the rest. Elvis, feeling like he had no choice, agreed. He certainly wasn’t going to leave you with the responsibility of caring for the baby on your own, so he rented a bus just like the old days and planned to drive to Vegas from California just in case you needed to stop to get anything for the baby and to make things easier for the two of you. 

Your mother had gone out and bought some diapers, onesies and a few other things for the baby to last for your small trip to Vegas until you got home. As the guys took some of your things out to the bus, you were getting Ada changed and dressed in her little onesie. She was only two weeks old and so tiny and slept all the time that you tried to be careful not to wake her. Elvis stood beside you, watching with a smile as Ada wiggled a little. You felt Elvis slip his arms around you and you gave him a small smile. Elvis pressed a kiss to your cheek as his chin rested on your shoulder and he stared down at the little baby you both created. 

“I can’t believe I had a hand in makin’ this beautiful baby.” he mumbled. 

You smiled at his words. 

“And she’s absolutely perfect.” you whispered. Elvis nodded in agreement giving your cheek another soft kiss. 

“Can you get her little blanket for me, honey?” you asked, pointing to the chair that had some of her things. 

“Course, baby.” He walked over to the chair and grabbed her blanket, handing it to you and you smiled, laying it on the bed and then carefully lifting her up in your arms and laying her on the blanket and then you swaddled her in it and took her into your arms, cradling her. She cooed softly as her little head moved side to side and her eyes stayed closed. Despite how awful you felt physically and mentally she was able to make all that go away in an instant as you stared down at her in awe. Elvis came over and leaned down to kiss her forehead as he stared down at her with the same look, he still couldn’t believe he was a daddy. You looked up at Elvis and smiled at him seeing how in love he was with his little girl. He looked at you with a smile and leaned over to press a kiss to your lips and you kissed him back softly. 

“There’s probably gonna be some press outside, Little. The guys will make sure they won’t get too close.” he whispered. 

You let out a soft sigh because you hated how you looked right now and the last thing you wanted was your picture taken. “Will you take her while I get changed and put some makeup on? I-I don’t look good enough for pictures.” you hummed. 

“Are you kiddin’? You’re beautiful, honey!” he said softly. 

“You’re sweet. But I don’t look or feel beautiful. I’ll be right back..” you sighed, carefully handing Ada to him. Elvis was still a little nervous whenever he held her because of how tiny she is but he cradled her protectively in his arms and he let out a soft sigh as he watched you grab your bag and head into the bathroom. He felt terrible because he wasn’t sure what to do to help you. But he knew the doctor said the postpartum depression would eventually pass. As he waited for you he sat down and gently rocked Ada in his arms and he looked down at her, smiling. He gently brushed his index finger along her cheek and she cooed softly. 

“I can’t wait to get you home to Memphis. Daddy got your room all ready for you, yittle.” he whispered. 

While in the bathroom you quickly showered and searched through the bag of clothes your mother brought for you. You rolled your eyes because she packed a bunch of dresses for you and you weren’t sure how they would look. You picked the cute floral sundress with spaghetti straps and sash belt around the middle. When you got the dress on you grabbed the little pink sweater that went with it and slipped it on and you paired it with some white flats. You then brushed your hair out and decided to leave it down and then you grabbed your makeup case and put on mascara, blush, and a light shade of pink lipstick. You took one look at yourself not particularly liking what you saw but you gathered your things and headed out of the bathroom to see Elvis rocking Ada in his arms and humming softly to her. That brought a smile to your face seeing him being so sweet with her. But Elvis had an even bigger smile on his face when he saw you. You were a vision to him and so beautiful that he didn’t even say a word. 

You noticed him staring at you and you took it as if something was wrong and you looked down at yourself and then back at him. “What? Do I look funny?” you said with a hint of insecurity in your voice. 

He furrowed his brow and shook his head. 

“Hell no... You look absolutely beautiful. You always do, Little.” he said softly.

Even though you felt the complete opposite of that you couldn’t stop yourself from blushing at his words. You were lucky to have a husband as sweet as him and who found you beautiful no matter what. “Thank you, honey.” you hummed as you gathered up your things and packed them away into your bag and then made sure Ada had everything in her diaper bag. “I can take her if you want to get the bags, honey.” you whispered. Elvis nodded and slowly got up from his seat and he brought Ada over to you and carefully placed her into your arms and you smiled down at her as she let out a tiny yawn. You giggled softly to yourself. “She yawns just like her daddy.” you beamed. 

Elvis laughed and leaned down to kiss her forehead before he grabbed the bags. “Are my girls ready to go?” he smiled. You nodded at his words, taking a deep breath and knowing you had nothing to worry about because the guys were more than good at keeping people from getting too close when Elvis needed it. Elvis smiled and gestured for you to lead the way and you began to walk out the room where Jerry and Sonny had met you at the door and the rest of the guys had gone ahead where a few members of the press were waiting and ready to get a glimpse of baby Ada. 

You glanced back to see Elvis right behind you. He gave you a smile. “It’s gonna be okay, Little.” he whispered to you. You nodded and peered down at the sleeping baby in your arms, hoping that they wouldn’t take too many pictures of her. As you all stepped outside the cameras started snapping and they were all chattering away and trying to get close. You allowed them to get a few pictures of her before covering her face with the blanket and the guys hurried the two of you into the big bus and Elvis hurried behind you with the bags in and the rest of the guys followed. You let out a sharp exhale and uncovered Ada’s face and now she was awake and beginning to whine.

“Aw, hi baby, did all that noise wake you? Hm? It’s okay.” you said in a soft baby voice, leaning down to kiss her cheek and you headed to the bedroom in the back with her.

Usually Elvis would drive the bus but he wanted to spend time with his girls and when he heard Ada’s soft whines he made Lamar drive and as the guys were settling in and Lamar was navigating them out of the hospital parking lot, Elvis took the diaper bag and headed back to the two of you. “Is she okay?” he asked worriedly. 

“She’s fine. Say I’m fine, daddy.” you said in a baby voice, giggling softly as you soothed her and got her little whines to stop. Elvis beamed proudly, seeing how easy motherhood came to you. He sat beside you on the bed, staring down at Ada who’s eyes were now wide open. 

“Hi, yittle.” he beamed, brushing his fingers lightly against her cheek. You smiled and kissed his cheek. 

“I’m going to lay down with her for a bit. Will you join us?” you hummed, reaching up to run your fingers through his hair. 

Elvis nodded with a grin. 

“I’d love to, baby.” he smiled. The both of you got up and you carefully placed Ada in the middle of the bed and she cooed softly. You and Elvis slipped your shoes off and climbed into bed beside the tiny baby and you turned to lay on your side, smiling at Elvis as he faced you. You carefully unwrapped the blanket around Ada that you swaddled her in and now her little feet were kicking back and forth and you kissed her cheek. Elvis chuckled softly as he placed his finger into her tiny hand and she gripped it tight, she cooed even more. 

“She’s got one helluva grip on her.” he laughed. 

“She’s not letting her daddy go. I don’t blame her.” You giggled softly, rubbing your hand over her little tummy. Ada continued to hold onto Elvis’ finger and she stared up at him with her big blue eyes and a little smile formed on her lips. “Aw, see? She just loves her daddy so much.” you hummed, laying your head beside her. Elvis had the biggest smile on his face and he pressed several gentle kisses to her cheek. Just watching the two of them together warmed your heart especially when Elvis began to speak to her in his baby talk. You couldn’t help but laugh because she had no idea what he was saying but she couldn’t keep her eyes off him as she babbled softly. 

“Oh? Is that so? Mhm.. I’ll tell, mama.” Elvis hummed. 

You raised an eyebrow and laughed seeing her and acting as if they were speaking to one another. “Tell me, what?” you smiled. 

“She said she’s got the best mama.” he grinned. 

“Oh hush.. I’ve only been a mother for two weeks.” you laughed. 

“And look at how well you’ve taken to being one.” he smiled, resting his head beside Ada’s as the two of you cuddled up close to her. 

“Well, she’s got the best daddy around.” you beamed. Elvis smiled, glancing back down at his daughter feeling like such a proud dad. 

As the three of you laid there Ada began to fuss and whine until it turned into cries. You sat up a bit and rubbed your hand over her tummy, shushing her softly as you tried to comfort and soothe her. “Can you get her pacifier out of the diaper bag, honey?” you said softly as she continued to cry. Elvis nodded and got up and went over to the bag, grabbing her pacifier and he climbed back into bed and you took it and popped it into her mouth and her cries subsided a little but she sniffled and whined as she sucked on her pacifier. “Shhh, it’s okay..” you whispered as you continued to rub her tummy. 

Elvis hated seeing her cry and he gently wiped her little tears that streamed down her face. “What’s the matter, baby?” he whispered, kissing her cheek. She flailed her arms around and the pacifier fell out of her mouth and she began to cry again. You let out a soft sigh and carefully scooped her up into your arms, rocking her back and forth as you picked up her pacifier and put it back in her mouth, but she fussed and fussed. “Maybe she’s hungry?” Elvis said softly. 

“I fed her before we left the hospital.” you replied, feeling to see if she needed her diaper changed but her diaper was fine. She was fussing so much that her pacifier fell out of her mouth again and she cried even more. You continued to rock her back and forth and now you were beginning to get overwhelmed because you didn’t know what was wrong with her or how to help. The more overwhelmed you became it triggered you to get emotional. Elvis had witnessed this happen a few times in the hospital whenever Ada would get like this and he’d notice how overwhelmed you’d become. The doctor said it could be just the stress of being a new mother and Elvis wasn’t sure how to help you besides trying to calm Ada. 

“I can take her if you want, Little? I can try to calm her down, it’s okay.” Elvis said softly, reaching out for Ada. You nodded your head slowly as you began to cry, you felt so stupid crying but you felt horrible because you didn’t know how to help her when she became like this. “Little.. Why are you cryin’, honey? It’s okay, she’s just a little cranky.” he whispered. 

“I-I know.. I just.. I can’t help it..” you sniffled. 

You carefully handed Ada to Elvis and he held her against his chest and he grabbed her pacifier and put it in her mouth, she latched onto it and she was sniffling softly as her cries began to settle, but she was still a little fussy. So Elvis began to walk around the room bouncing her in his arms as he started to sing My Happiness to her. She slowly was beginning to settle down in his embrace. Now you felt even worse because you could never get her to calm down the way that he could. You felt like a terrible mother whenever this would happen and now you couldn’t stop crying. Elvis looked over to see you in tears just like Ada was and he shook his head with a small smile having plans of taking care of his other baby. He glanced down at Ada and one of her little hands was clutching onto his shirt and her eyes were closing. Once she had fallen asleep he carefully laid her back down in the middle of the bed and she was sound asleep again, Elvis smiled down at her and then he plopped down in the chair that sat beside the bed and he patted his lap for you. “C’mere, Little.” he hummed. 

You wiped your teary eyes and got up and walked over to him and you climbed into his lap, your legs dangling off his lap and your arms slipping around his shoulders. Your head resting against his chest as you sniffled softly, curling into him like you were a little girl. Elvis slipped his arms around you and kissed the top of your head as one of his hands ran along your back soothingly. “Talk to me, honey. What’s the matter?” he whispered. You glanced up at him and you started to pout. He raised an eyebrow and reached up to brush your hair out of your face and he pressed a kiss to your pouty lips, cupping your face in his hand. “Use your words, Little.” he said softly. You let out a soft sigh and continued to pout as your fingers twirled through his hair. 

“I feel like a bad mom..” you mumbled. 

“Baby, what are ya talkin’ about?? You’re the most amazing mother.” he smiled. 

“Then how come I can never get her to calm down like you can? It’s as if she doesn’t like me..” you sighed, pouting more.

“You silly girl.. She loves her mama. You get a little overwhelmed, s’all. I know it may not be easy bein’ a mother at your age, but that’s why I’m here. You ain’t gotta do this alone, baby. ” he hummed, brushing your hair behind your ear. 

You nodded your head slowly at his words and you rested your head back against his chest. “I just want to be able to calm her like that.” you whispered. 

“You will, honey. I wouldn’t suggest singing because you might scare her with your voice.” he laughed. You glanced up at him and narrowed your eyes as you hit his arm. 

“Be nice to me.. I’m sad.” you pouted. 

“Aw, I know, yittle. I got one baby to sleep, I’ll get the other down.” he chuckled, tightening his arms around you and you snuggled into him, glancing up and smiling as he even began to rock you in his arms. You let out a soft giggle and shut your eyes as he even began to sing to you. You let out a content sigh. Elvis always knew how to make you feel better through the littlest things. You were so lucky to have him especially now when your emotions were all over the place. You ended up falling asleep in his arms and you were in such a deep sleep you didn’t feel it when he carried you and placed you into the bed beside Ada who was still sleeping. Elvis climbed into bed with the two of you and he just watched his girls sleeping the entire way to Vegas. 

When you all finally arrived in Vegas, you were finally waking up to the sound of the guys unloading the bus and the sound of Elvis’ voice talking to them. You rubbed your hand over your eyes and looked around for a moment before looking down at Ada, who was already awake. She was sucking on her pacifier and had been kicking her little legs so much she kicked the little blanket off that was around her. You smiled at her and wrapped her back up in her blanket and as you got up you soothed out your dress and fixed your hair before scooping her up into your arms and you peeked out the window to see you were at the International. You cradled her in one arm and grabbed the diaper bag with the other as you headed out of the room and Elvis smiled when he saw the both of you and he walked right over to kiss your cheek. “I’ve gotta feed her, Elvis.” you said softly. 

Elvis nodded. “Okay, honey, Sonny and Red are gonna take us upstairs.” he smiled. You nodded and began to follow Elvis off the bus where the two men were waiting while the rest were unloading the bags to have them brought up to his suite as you both headed inside and upstairs to the room. You smiled down at Ada who’s eyes were looking all over at her new surroundings. When you finally got to the room, Sonny and Red left the three of you alone. You kissed Elvis’ cheek before you headed back to the bedroom for some privacy. 

You laid Ada on the bed and grabbed a diaper and unbuttoned her onesie and changed her diaper. You leaned down and blew raspberries on her little tummy and her legs kicked and you giggled softly, buttoning her onesie back up and scooping her back up into your arms and sitting on the bed. You tugged the left strap of your dress down your shoulder and tucking the front of your dress down enough to reveal your left breast and brought her up to it and she latched onto your nipple right away. You smiled at her as she started to eat and one of her hands rested against your chest. You gently brushed the little blonde strands on the top of her head. “You’ve got your daddy’s hair. Well, what his hair used to look like.” you giggled softly. 

“I heard that.” Elvis chimed in as he suddenly came into the room, laughing softly as he brought in the rest of your things. He smiled widely when he saw the two of you and the way Ada was holding onto you. “See? She loves her mama.” he beamed. 

“That’s because I’m her source of food.” you laughed, looking back down to watch her eat and you pressed tiny kisses to her little hand, Elvis grinned and went to grab the rest of your things and you continued to lightly brush your fingers against her hair. “Mommy’s sorry she hasn’t been herself, I promise I will be soon. We’re very lucky to have your daddy.” You whispered to her, smiling as she continued to nurse from you. Elvis had been listening on the other side of the door and he smiled to himself before he came walking in with the rest of your things and then he sat down on the bed, smiling at his two girls. 

“How you feelin’, baby?” He asked. 

“I’m good. I’m sorry for being such a cry baby earlier.” You mumbled. 

Elvis shook his head at your words and reached over to comb his fingers through your hair and he smiled warmly as he glanced down at the baby in your arms. “Nothin’ for you to be sorry about, Little. I understand and she understands. It’s okay.” he whispered. You smiled at his comforting words and nodded and when Ada was done eating you pulled the front of your dress back up and held her up against your shoulder with her little bib resting against your shoulder to catch her spit up, patting her back lightly to burp her. 

“I’d like for the two of you to come to the show tonight. I know the fans will be excited to see her.” Elvis beamed. 

“Um, I don’t know, Elvis. I think all of that and the crowd will be too loud for her. She’s only a few weeks old and I don’t know if that would be a good idea. But we could watch from backstage, so she could hear her daddy sing.” you said with a smile. 

Elvis was a little disappointed but he understood your reasoning and knew you were right. “Okay, honey, as long as my girls are there. That’s all that matters to me.” He smiled and leaned over to kiss your cheek and kissed the top of Ada’s head. She finally let out a tiniest little  burp and spitting up and you giggled softly. 

“Good girl.” You beamed, cradling her back in your arms and wiping the spit up from her mouth with the bib. 

Elvis chuckled softly. 

“She’s so damn cute.” He grinned, tickling her little feet before he stood back up. “I’m gonna get ready for the show and I’ll have Jerry come up to get the two of you, okay?” He smiled.

You nodded, wrapping Ada in her blanket as you smiled up at Elvis. “Okay, honey.” You hummed, he leaned down to kiss you again and smiled at Ada before he headed out. “You’re gonna hear your daddy sing tonight, which I know is your favorite.” you whispered to her, she stared up at you with her big blue eyes, flailing her little hands around and cooing softly. Just staring down at that little face made you so happy and so proud to be her mother. You got up from the bed and grabbed her pacifier and diaper bag as the two of you waited for Jerry to come and get you. You kissed her little hands as they reached up toward you, letting out a soft content sigh. When there was a knock at the door you went over to answer it, smiling when you saw Jerry. “Here’s uncle Jerry to take us to see daddy.” you hummed, smiling at her. 

Jerry smiled when he saw the two of you and he couldn’t keep his eyes off Ada and you raised an eyebrow at him, smiling. “Did you want to hold her?” you asked. 

“Uh.. I’d like to.. But I’ve never held a baby before.” he said nervously. 

“Neither have I, but you’ll do just fine. Come inside, I’m sure Elvis isn’t even ready yet.” you laughed. Jerry chuckled and walked inside the suite, shutting the door behind him and you led him over to the couch where you both sat down and just handed Ada to him and he was caught off guard but quickly cradled her in his arms. You laughed seeing how frantic he was with her in his arms. She wiggled around in his arms, kicking her legs and staring up at Jerry. You watched as he stared back at her in awe and you knew in an instant that he was completely in love with her. You leaned over and smiled down at her. “I think she likes you.” you hummed. 

“How can you tell?” he asked, chuckling as he began to relax with the tiny baby in his arms. 

“Whenever she kicks her little feet, that's when I know she’s happy.” you giggled softly. 

Jerry smiled widely and stared back down at Ada who continued to stare up at him. “Man, she looks just like him.” Jerry laughed. 

“Right!? Elvis doesn’t seem to think so. But she’s her daddy alright.” you smiled. 

“We should probably head down before Elvis starts wondering where you are.” he said, carefully handing Ada back to you. You nodded and stood up holding Ada protectively in your arms as you headed toward the door. 

“Could you grab her diaper bag for me?” you smiled. Jerry nodded and picked up the bag and let you lead the way as the two of you headed out towards the elevator where you rode it down to the main floor and headed for the backstage entrance of the showroom, Ada was getting a little fussy and you slipped her pacifier in her mouth and she soon settled as you gently rocked her. When you got to Elvis’ dressing room you smiled at him in his jumpsuit, looking handsome as ever. His face lit up at the sight of the two of you. 

“There my girls!” he beamed happily, walking over to you and kissing your cheek and then kissing Ada’s forehead. 

“Your daddy is so handsome.” you giggled. 

Elvis chuckled, taking the diaper bag from Jerry and sitting it down. 

“Guess who held her for the first time?” you grinned, looking toward Jerry. 

“Jerry?! Ain’t she the cutest little thing?” Elvis beamed, proudly. 

“She sure is, E. Looks just like you.” Jerry hummed. 

You smiled and went over to sit down on the couch, rocking Ada gently as she laid awake in your arms, looking all around at her new surroundings curiously. As Elvis was ready to head out he and the guys were chatting quietly among themselve and you were in your own little world with Ada. Once it was time for him to head out on stage he came over to give you and Ada a quick kiss. You smiled watching him head out and you could hear the muffled screams of the roaring crowd the moment he stepped out onto that stage and then hearing him talking and joking around with the audience. 

The only thing Elvis wanted to talk about when he got onto that stage was his little daughter, that right before the show even started he stopped everything just to do that. “I’m sure some of you may know by now, but my wife had our little girl a few weeks ago.” he laughed when the crowd began to go crazy. He smirked and shook his head, glancing back at his band behind him and laughing as he walked around the stage. “Now, uh.. She’s backstage, but her mama won’t let me bring her out. She says it’s too loud for her. So, if you folks don’t mind before we start the show tonight.. I-I’d like to sing her a song. It was the song I sang to her in the hospital and it’s her favorite. It’s an old song, called My Happiness.” he said softly, as the music began to play he started to sing. You could hear everything from backstage and it just brought a smile to your face because he was the proudest daddy. You glanced down at Ada who’s little feet started kicking the moment he started to sing, she knew her daddy’s voice and the special song he sang just for her. His little happiness.

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Pairing: Elvis Presley x Reader (can be Austin!Elvis if you prefer)

Word Count: 1,052 words

Warnings: Fluff, Pregnancy, Child birth, mentions of the Colonel, the Colonel being an asshole, language, yelling (let me know if I miss anything)

Author’s Note: Thank you again for all the love you’ve shown this series so far! My plan is to upload two chapters today so stayed tuned!

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Chapter 3

December 1967

Finally it was your favorite time of year, Christmas. Graceland was all decorated with lights, wreaths, the Navity scene outside and so much more. The stocking were hung inside with everyone’s name on them, one of your personal touches. This year, a tiny little red stocking was a reminder of something great: It was also close to time for baby Presley to make their arrival. You wanted a Christmas baby while Elvis just wanted the baby to get here before the new year came. The bags were packed and placed by the door in case of a moments notice. You and Elvis were ready.

December 23, 1967

Two days before Christmas. You were excited, but miserable. You wanted this baby out now. Your back hurt, nothing fit right the list went on. Elvis and the Colonel got into another yelling match about him wanting Elvis to go start production on another movie right after Christmas.

“Now Elvis my boy…, we have contracts to hold up. They won’t like it if we don’t hold up…. our end of the deal,” the Colonel said as if he completely neglected to look at the situation.

“There ain’t no way in hell I’m leaving (Y/N) here by herself! She’s having my baby for God’s sake…… they will fucking understand!,” Elvis shouted back.

You had heard Elvis yell many times, some of those occasions you were the recipient of. However, this was different. He was being defiant, finally standing up for himself, you, and his family. After the Colonel left, he went upstairs to your bedroom. He saw you on the bed hiding your face in the pillows to hide the tears. He was concerned so he sat next to you.

“Baby…… he’s gone. You don’t have to worry about me leaving you. I love you too damn much,” he said to you hoping you would lift your head up. “Now (Y/N), please let me see your little face, doll,” Elvis said to you. You slowly sat up and clang onto him.

“Elvis, I’m proud of you. You finally told him off it’s about fucking time,” you said to him with a chuckle. “Anything for you, doll,” Elvis said as he kissed you on the lips. He went into the bathroom to brush his teeth and get ready for bed. “I’m leaving the door open. Holler if you need me!” Elvis called out as he walked away. Just as he turned the water facet turned off, the worst pain in your life shot up your back. You yelped in pain and looked down: your water had broke. You were about to cry again.

“E.P!! Elvis!,” you yelled at him. He came running to you with the frantic look in his eyes.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” he asked you

“I…i..I.. I think my water just broke,” you said to him softly.

He held your face in his hands for a moment just to silently reassure you that everything was going to be ok. He helped you get dressed and carried you down the stairs. Still in his pajamas himself, he grabbed the bags, called Jerry and a few others of the mafia and took you to the hospital. He was driving so fast you told him to slow down at least ten times.

You finally got to the hospital at around 11:30PM. Elvis carried you in and demanded a wheelchair and room. You tried to quiet him down, but there was no point. Elvis was nervous and scared for you and the baby. Nurses brought the wheelchair along with the clipboard with paperwork which seemed ten miles long. Everything seemed to happened so fast with him wheeling you up to the maternity ward.

When you got up there, everything was in place. The gown was placed on you while Elvis had to get into the mandatory scrubs that all fathers wore while in the delivery room. When he finally got back to you, you had to chuckle to yourself. Here was your husband, Elvis Aaron Presley, the most fashionable man you know, in scrubs. He looked you at puzzled. “What baby? Do you like not like them?,” Elvis said. “Baby”, replied back between contractions, “I love them on you… but… ow son of bitch this hurts!” Tears were streaming down your face as he wiped them off your cheeks.

“Elvis…. Aaron…Presley I swear to god you will pay for this,!” You yelled at him during the height of the pain. He knew you didn’t mean it. The doctor knew by the pain levels and insults you were slinging, it was time.

“Alright Mrs. Presley I need to push now as hard as you can,” the doctor said with a certain gusto in her voice. You began to push. Elvis was supporting your upper body with one arm while holding your hand with the other.

“Come on (Y/N)! You’re doing great baby!” He said trying to encourage you. You felt sweaty and tired. “E.P. I swear to you…. I’m gonna kill…you after this. You won’t… be getting any…for a very… long time,” you mustered at him. He couldn’t help but giggle quietly because he knew you didn’t mean a damn word of it.

Finally after what seemed like forever and day, you two heard the sound that you’ve been waiting on for nine months: a baby’s cry.

The doctor looked up at both of you as she spoke up, “congratulations Mr. & Mrs. Presley it’s a girl!”

You were exhausted and in shock. You were finally a mother and Elvis was finally a father.

“Baby, I’m so damn proud of you little mama, you did so amazing” he said while crying and planting kisses on your head. As soon as they cleaned her up, the nurse gently placed her on your chest and the water works began to flow.

“Hi little baby girl…. Welcome to this crazy world little one…. I love you” you barely got out through the tears. She was finally here on earth. Your little angel, his princess arrived on Christmas Eve. She was perfect. She was exactly what you needed, heaven sent.

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Baby’s Name: Mallory Love Presley

Date of Birth: December 24, 1967

Time of Birth: 12:45AM

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Pairing: Elvis Presley x Caroline Presley (x reader)

Word count: 3K

Warnings: 60s!elvis, elvis isn't famous (i love me some 'normal' family vibes), soft dad!elvis, caroline being a lil dramaqueen, mention of red west, red has a son. this doesn't follow timelines of any of my other fics with caroline.

A/N: this request has been sitting in my inbox for a pretty long time (oops), but here it is- i hope this finds it way back to you, nonnie!! made it 60s!elvis because he has my heart. i love writing for dad!elvis, so don't be afraid to request more for him!

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Caroline had been up for hours.

You didn’t even have to wake her before you got up for work because as you went to check on her, she was already sitting in the middle of her room, playing with her toys.

Warnings: Fluff!

Word Count: 1.4K

Summary: Elvis woke up early this morning and noticed the grass growing far too tall to ignore. Of course he decides to take it into his own hands and handle it on his own...but he needs partner in crime, of course!

"Baby, I don't know what you want! I don't know what to do!" Your daughter was inconsolable today and you were almost at your wits end so you decided to call Elvis to see if he had any ideas to help your daughter.

"Hey darlin' what's up?" Elvis grimaced as soon as he heard his daughter crying in the background, "Is that Ruby? What's the matter?" You were on the verge of tears.

"I don't know, El. She just won't stop! She's not fever warm, I've changed her diaper, I've fed her, she burped, I've walked the floor with her and she's been doing this for over an hour. I just don't know what the hell to do!" You were full on crying now, overstimulated and tired and overwhelmed.

"Alright, yittle. Listen to me, okay. Put her in her crib and go take a minute, okay? I'm coming home right now." You were sure Elvis could hear you choking on your breath once you heard him say you were coming home. What about the Colonel? Would he allow Elvis to come home?

"But the Co--"

Elvis interrupted you. "Don't even worry about it, little. That man can't stop me from going home when you and Ruby need me. I'm a husband and father first. Fuck that man, okay? I'll be home in five minutes. Put Ruby in her bed and go take a breather, understand me?" You nodded, wiping your sticky tears stained face. "Okay, we'll be waiting for you E."

Not even ten minutes later, you were finally able to take a deep breath when you heard the front door open and Elvis's booming voice as he asked, "Where's my Roo-Roo? Daddy's here baby!" You smiled at the nickname Elvis had given to your daughter two days after her birth.

You walked out of the bathroom to see Elvis picking up a still wailing Ruby and bounced her a little bit. Her face was so red and her voice was getting scratchy from crying. "Oh little, it's all okay.. It's okay baby, daddy's here."

"She's probably so tired. She woke up this morning and hung out with me a for a while and then just started crying and won't stop." You said, sitting on the bed. You really wanted to take a nap.

Elvis eyed you when you said that and looked to your daughter as he began singing his hit, 'Can't Help Falling in Love'.

It took a minute for your daughter to hear her daddy's voice over her own wails and it took her a minute to recognize her daddy was singing to her. And she loved when her daddy sang to her.

You finally closed your eyes as soon as Ruby went quiet, content just staring at her daddy as he sang to her.

"Yeah, baby? Is that your daddy singing? You love when your daddy sings to you." You wanted to cry out of relief now that your daughter was finally quiet and content watching her daddy's face.

Elvis stopped for a minute to give his daughter a little smile and she immediately scrunched her face up and gave a dissatisfied crying like "how dare you stop singing your beautiful voice to me"

"Oh sweetheart, no! It's okay. Daddy's still here." Elvis panicked. He started the song over, hoping that was all she needed. She went quiet again, just enjoying the sound of her father's singing voice.

"Oh wow. She just wanted to hear her daddy to sing to her... that's precious." E said.

You nodded. "Should we put some of your records on to get her to sleep so that we can make some lunch?" Elvis chuckled, bouncing your daughter a bit in his arms. "I never thought I'd listen to my own music for enjoyment." You shrugged. "Well, it's really for her enjoyment. She won't quit crying if we don't put it on." Elvis nodded.

"Sure, how 'bout I put Ruby-roo in her swing, put on one of my records and you take a little nap while I make lunch? When it's ready I'll bring it to you." You pouted.

"I still gotta clean the house up, El! This house is a mess." Elvis shook his head. "Nonsense. I'll clean up some too. But I want you to lay down and take a nap." You nodded, pulling back the covers. "Thank you E. I love you.” Elvis smiled and leaned down and kissed your forehead. "Love you too." Then Elvis looked to your daughter. "C'mon Roo, let's go listen to daddy sing, huh?"

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