#little!e

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Elvis came home from a clearly bad day so it was clear that he needed what him and Aus called "tiny time" or time down in headspace. Usually E was the caregiver in the relationship and Austin was the little. But occasionally, when Austin noticed El was exceptionally stressed, he offers to take care of him so he can relax too.

Today is one of those nights that Elvis needs "tiny time". Austin put his apron away and came up to Elvis who was grumbling angrily while tossing his shoes off and sitting at the kitchen table. "Hey baby, I made your favorite cookies..." Elvis just glared at him. Austin sighed and came over, putting his hands on his shoulders and leaned down to kiss his head. "Baby, if you need to go down, for tiny time, you can just ask. I don't mind taking care of you tonight if you need it."

"Don't need it!" Elvis grumbled, rubbing at his eyes. "Really baby? You said you had a hard day, I just think this would make you feel better?" Austin said, crouching down so he could get a little more on Elvis' level.

"Don't want to! Not a baby!" Elvis grumbled as he stamped his foot. Austin knew Evls was sometimes self conscious about his headspace. Sometimes he needed to push him into a little. Especially if being down would make him feel better.

"I know you're not a baby. But you don't need to be a baby just to relax. We can upstairs right now and get you in your favorite jammies, have a bottle with vanilla, a nice bath with your ducky... and watch a movie with daddy? Doesn't that sound nice?" A tear rolled down his face as Elvis rubbed his sleeve across his nose, a self explanatory sign he was already feeling a bit little. "Nilla baba and ducky...?" Elvis confirmed. Austin nodded. "And daddy has no problem taking care of you little one, I promise."

Hearing the confirmation that his partner would have no issue being the caregiver for the night, Elvis let out a relieved sob and fell into Austin's open arms for a cuddle.

"Oh lovie, I know. Some days are really hard, hm?" Elvis nodded against his shoulder as Austin rubbed his back. "It's completely alright to have a little cry okay? You're alright. Everything is fine." Elvis nodded and screamed a big sob into his caregivers shoulder, giving in to the smallness swirling around his brain. "Shhh, baby, I know... You're at home, you're safe with daddy and we don't have to do anything you don't want to okay?" Austin comforted. He felt Elvis cling onto him as Austin very expertly at this point picked him up and carried him on his hip to the master bathroom for his bath.

Elvis was settled and quiet only sniffling every few minutes now. Austin leaned down and started the faucet as Elvis clung to him and watched as his spa night was set up.

"You excited?" Austin asked. Elvis just yawned hugely and stuck his thumb in his mouth, exhausted from letting his feelings out. "Ah, you're just sleepy huh? Come on sweet boy." Austin took his boy into his hidden away nursery and into the closet. "Which jammies do want tonight baby?" "Ducky!" Austin chuckled. "You want to match with your rubber ducky? Good choice baby." "Now you gotta stay still okay?" Austin asked as he set Elvis on the changing table to change him out of his clothes he wore that day. Elvis nodded, he was too tired to wiggle and squirm anyway

Austin set the chosen pajamas in the crib and brought the baby into the bathroom and plopped him in the tub. He added a little bit of bubble bath and grabbed the fluffiest towel they had and set it aside while Elvis babbled to his rubber ducky about some sort of submarine adventure his boat toy was going on.

Austin smiled as he saw Elvis finally truly relax for the first time in days. Maybe weeks. Elvis visibly relaxed as his partner massaged the watermelon kids shampoo into his long hair. "There we go baby, does that feel better?" Elvis nodded sleepily, happy just to relax and spend time with his partner and caregiver.

Austin let the baby play for nearly an hour until he clearly felt cold in the bubbly water. Austin smiled as Elvis poked him and looked at him through his long lashes. "Ou' dada, ou', pease?" Austin nodded. "And straight to night night?" Austin joked. Elvis just pouted, completely serious. "Nooo, 'nilla baba and 'uddles first daddy!" Elvis locked his arms around his caregiver as Austin lifted him out of the tub and wrapped him in his duck towel with a hood. "Alright, alright, nilla and cuddles are coming but we gotta brush those teefies first and get in your jammies."

Elvis grumbled and made a face. "Hey, hey, no making faces, that won't get you out of it. Cmon bubby. It'll take two minutes." Elvis sighed but eventually nodded. Austin sat him on the bathroom counter and Austin poked his cheeks to get him to open his mouth so Austin could brush his teeth for him. "Go grrr, show me those teefies! Cmon!" Elvis made a silly face and bared his teeth. "There we go, good job!" Now all cozy in his duck jammies, Elvis sat on his butt and scooted down the steps, wanting to show daddy how he got down the stairs ''like a big boy".

"Alright, one vanilla and milk baba for one little Ellie." Austin said as he gave Elvis his sippy cup and sat next to him, putting a blanket over both of them. Austin opened his arms. "Cuddles lovie?" Elvis smiled around the spout of his sippy cup and settled his back against Austin's chest, pointing at the TV. "Movie, dada?" Austin nodded. "Sure which one?" Elvis smiled like his daddy was the silliest guy on the planet.

"KITTY MOVIE!" He screamed, raising both arms in the air. Austin knew the 'kitty movie' meant the Disney classic, Aristocats. His current favorite. Austin smiled. "Oh, of course, I should've known."

With his favorite movie on, some milk in his favorite cup and snuggles whit his favorite person, Elvis was finally relaxed and feeling good.

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It might be plotless but I finally did another fic... I hope it was okay :)))

[screaming internally]

I have such a soft spot for TLCing Big Daddy

You got it! I love babying BDE!

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Jerry walked in carrying a crying Elvis and you knew right then and there he had dropped into headspace on the way home from the studio.

"Oh gosh," You whispered under your breath as your husband and little cried into his best friend's manager "What happened baby boy?" Jerry swayed Elvis in his arms as he spoke for him. "He was constantly fighting going down all day and then he got into a fight with the Colonel. He dropped fully on the way home. He seems to be nonverbal." You nodded, "Probably dropped into babyspace then. Thank you Jerry I got it from here." Jerry nodded and with only a little bit of a fight, Jerry successfully transferred a still upset Elvis into your arms.

"Hi baby, oh I know, so upset! It's alright mama's here okay? No one's mad at you baby, I promise." You carried Elvis up to the nursery and sat with him in the rocking chair. You adjusted him in your arms and ran your hands comfortingly through his hair. "Baby, it's okay, you're safe here. You can stay down as long as you want I promise. If you wanna be tiny, you can be tiny. Mama's here to take care and love on you bubbas."

That calmed Elvis down significantly. "There we go baby boy. My tiny little boy." You said as he reached up and patted your face. "Hi sweetheart, do I have a tiny boy on my hands right now?" Instead of answering, Elvis just signed "milk" at you.

"Oh, are you hungry? Should we go get you some butch baby boy? Would you like that." You tickled Elvis and he kicked out, giggling. That's when you realized E was still in his big boy clothes. "Ope, maybe we should change you first baby." You picked Elvis back up and sat him on your hip as you looked through his closet for a onesie.

You quickly laid him down on the changing table, making quick work of the change, narrowly avoiding an accident. "There we go baby, does that feel better having a diaper on your bum?" In answer, Elvis just nibbled on his fingers. "Yeah, I know you're hungry mister, let's go."

You take Elvis downstairs to the living room and strap him into the adult sized baby swing to leave him while you go and make a bottle. As soon as you turn around and walk to the kitchen, you hear your little one shaking the bouncer yelping. "Oh I know baby, how dare I set you down. Gimme five minutes bubba, I gotta make you some butch!" You began to start making the bottle despite El was having such a meltdown. "Mister, c'mon bubba. You're being sooooo dramatic! Are you mad? Are you mad at mama?" Elvis growled at you. "Oh such an angry boy! I know, I'm sorry bubba, give me a second."

Shaking the now made bottle as you come back into the room, you find your bubba finally mesmerized by the little dancing berries he's watching on the TV screen. "Look what I have bubba! Yum yums! You want some?" Elvis made grabby hands for the bottle. "I know I know, let mama sit first." You grabbed him up and sat with him on the couch down adjusted Elvis as he laid across your lap and offered him the bottle. He took the nipple in his mouth and immediately started chugging it. "Aht, aht, slow down mister. We don't want you getting a sore tummy okay?" Elvis whined as you angled the bottle so he had to drink it slower and used one hand to affectionately rub his big belly. "I know sweetie, mama's so mean making sure you don't choke on your butch huh?" Elvis gave you a grumpy glare as he continued to drink his bottle. "Oh I know, I'm so mean for not wanting you to choke!" You chuckled as Elvis looked back at the dancing berries onscreen.

Once he finished the bottle, Elvis whined again as you positioned him over your shoulder since he was so entranced watching the dancing berries. "I know you like the blueberries bubba but I gotta get your burps up or you'll be angry at me and won't be able to sleep okay? It'll be quick I promise."

Elvis figured out that he could still watch the TV as you patted his back and that calmed him a bit. "Hey, you gotta burp for me if you want to lay back down okay? Just a little one." You said, rubbing your babies back. You continued patting for almost ten minutes before Elvis finally burped. "Theeeere we go bubby. Doesn't that feel better? Good boy!" Elvis pushed his fists into your shirt to look at you and smiled, loving the praise. "Yes, you're mama's good boy. Such a good boy!" Elvis smiled and pressed his lips to your cheek. "Thank you sweetheart, you're so sweet giving mama kissies!" You leaned in and attacked El with kisses causing him to giggle. Your favorite sound in the world. You're so glad baby is allowed to have this time to be tiny and be stress free.

@mooodyblue @earthbaby-angelboy

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I feel like nothing happens in this fic but I hope you enjoyed it!!! <3

Summary: Elvis gets sick after a concert and slips into headspace without you there.

Just get to a trashcan, get to a trashcan. Elvis told himself in his head as he rushed around backstage post concert. Thankfully he got through the whole two hour show and he didn't think any of the fans noticed anything off. He started feeling his stomach get swirly about halfway through but he tried to just act normal because he didn't want his fans to worry.

Now he was in the clear, he just needed to get to a damn trashcan.

"Hey man, you ready to go?" Joe had asked him. But Elvis could barely hear him, it was like he was underwater. He had zeroed in on a trashcan and just needed to get to it.

Moments later, Elvis leaned over a trashcan and let himself bring it all up. He could feel himself dropping fast into headspace as he continued to vomit. "Damn, man you alright?" Joe again, and a hand on his back.

Elvis just groaned at him, trying to remember to breathe in between his retching.

Mama, he wanted mama.

As he kept his head inside the trashcan, he reached behind him blindly for Jerry's hand. Jerry would get her, Jerry would know what he needed.

Jerry sent the rest of the men away to get ready to go as Elvis continued to vomit until it was just Jerry left. "You got it buddy, you're okay."

Combined with his upset stomach and hearing Jerry's nickname for Elvis, Elvis could feel himself dropping into headspace fast.

Just then he burst into sobs and finally sat down as the sobs shook his body. "Okay baby, okay, you're okay. It's over now, you're okay."

"WANT MAMA! MAMAAAA!" Elvis screamed, snot and drool stuck all over his face. "I know you do buddy, we're gonna call her okay?"

Jerry quickly called you and held the phone to his ear as he rocked a sobbing Elvis in his lap. "Hi Jerry, what's up? How was E's show?" You immediately got nervous when you heard what sounded like E crying in the background. "Yeah, uh, we got a bit of a situation... E got through his show like a champ might I add and then just immediately threw up when he got off stage and the fear caused him to drop pretty quickly." Jerry reported to you.

You could hear Elvis screaming for mommy through the phone. "Alright, I'll get the plane and meet you at the next show venue?" You asked as you searched for your shoes. "Um, I don't think we're going anywhere anytime soon, he's still pretty worked up." Jerry said as he rocked Elvis and smoothed his sweaty hair back from his face.

"Alright give him the phone. Let mama deal with this." Jerry chuckled as he handed the phone over and you heard Elvis sob into the phone. "MAMA! I no feel good!" Elvis yelled. "I know baby, Jerry said you threw up. Mama's on her way to you okay? No need to be scared, mama will be with you so soon okay? You just gotta hold on okay?" Elvis continued to cry. "How, how long mama? They say we gotta go! I don't wanna work anymore! Wanna be a tiny boy!"

"You can be a tiny boy, love. You can be a tiny boy all you want but you gotta get on that plane and mama will meet you at the next tour spot okay? It'll just be a little flight, three hours tops. Now what I want you to do is try to take a big nap on the plane okay? And Jerry will be right there for you if you feel sick again okay? Mama will see you so soon!"

"No mommy! Want you! Only you!" Jerry tried to let that one roll off his back, you were his momma and wife after all.

"I know sweet boy, I know. Momma's on her way okay? But in the meantime, Jer is gonna take good care of you on the way. You know Jer wouldn't let anything happen to you okay? Just try to sleep on the plane and mama will meet you in the next city, okay? Mama loves you so so so much." Elvis nodded, still crying. "Otay... I love you too mama." Elvis ended the call and sobbed, squeezing Jerry's hand for support.

"You'll be alright baby, I promise. Now we gotta get on the plane okay? Mama will meet us there okay?" Elvis sniveled as he nodded again, reaching up to Jerry as he stood. "Alright rockstar, let's go."

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Elvis was really trying to sleep like mama suggested but this plane ride was hell on his already sick tummy. He held Jerry's hand as the man argued with the Colonel across from him.

"Come on man, have some compassion, look at the man, he's sick. He's already puked once already tonight. He's gotta have tonight off! I mean, the last thing you want is him throwing up all over people and himself on stage tomorrow!!

The Colonel glanced at Elvis who was staring straight ahead trying not to puke again. He was actively swallowing down more puke.

"He's fine!" The Colonel yelled after taking even one glance at Elvis. "He's just being a big baby! He needs to grow his ass up and be a man."

Just then Elvis whimpered at the mans words and leaned into Jerry. Jerry decided not to continue to fight, instead focusing on Elvis. "What's up baby, you feeling sick again?" Elvis whimpered again, squeezing his hand and whispering, "Want my momma. Mean man..." "I know he's not listening, is he bud, we won't let you go on stage again until you feel better okay?" Elvis nodded.

Jerry pushed Elvis's head onto his shoulder and stroked his face with his thumb. "There you go baby, just try to sleep okay? We'll see mama when you wake up okay? Sh, sh, sh, you're okay." Elvis held onto Jerry as he just tried to close his eyes and sleep.

A few hours later, Elvis, Jerry and everyone finally landed and headed to the hotel where you had already secured a room under a fake name for E.

As soon as Elvis got into the car and drove to the hotel, his nausea got worse. He was actively trying to keep his stomach down and swallowing bile every few minutes.

Jerry took him out of the car and brought him into the hotel and into the lobby. "Mama?" Elvis wondered, looking around. "Yeah, we'll get you to mama bubba. She's upstairs." Elvis nodded and laid his head back down on Jerry's shoulder. Sadly, the Colonel followed them into the elevator.

"Hi baby! You doing any better?" You asked right as Jerry came off of the elevator. Elvis leaned toward you as soon as he saw you. "Mama!"

"Hi baby, you okay?" Jerry rubbed Elvis's back. "He made it through the plane ride even though it was a bit rough and the Colonel doesn't want to give him a break as of usual." Jerry added.

"I bet you were so brave on the plane baby." You cooed running your hands through Elvis' hair.

The Colonel came up to them. "Oh come on, you're coddling him like a baby! We got rehearsal in half an hour. Hop to it, E."

Oh hell no, that wasn't gonna fly. "Hey!" You yelled. "First of all, don't yell at him like that, he's a human, just like you and he deserves respect. Second of all, he is and has been sick. That's why Jerry called me out. What? You thought E would throw up and miserable and Jerry wouldn't call to let his wife know? So third of all, he is not performing anymore tonight or tomorrow or at all until he feels better. That is final, you understand me?"

Elvis was having a hard time keeping his nausea down and while you were dealing with his boss, Elvis started to get upset again in Jerry's arms. "What is it buddy, what does your tummy hurt again?" Elvis couldn't hold it back anymore, just as you finished yelling at him, Elvis leaned forward and puked all over the Colonel.

"OH!" Jerry yelled as Elvis coughed and gagged. "Okay buddy, you're okay. Here go to mama okay?" Jerry smirked at the Colonel and as he handed Elvis over to you. "Oh, there you go baby, you feel better? Good aim, sweetheart." Jerry chuckled as the both of you went into Elvis's suite.

Jerry decided to help put away all of El's things while you got him in the bath. "Okay baby, here we go. Do you think you're gonna throw up anymore honey?" Elvis shook his head, sitting on the counter in a diaper while you filled the jacuzzi tub.

"Good sweet boy. Let's just get you in the bath, into your jammies and we'll see how you feel tomorrow okay? Don't you worry about the Colonel okay?" Elvis nodded. "Love you mama." You smiled, turning off the bath tap. "I love you too sweet boy. You were so brave today getting sick without me there." Elvis nodded. "Had Jer.." You nodded. "Yeah, Jer's a good one huh." Elvis nodded.

You gave him a quick bath and put him in his jammies and said good night to Jerry while Elvis lay in the big bed waiting for cuddles. Elvis whined at you as you walked around, getting the room ready for possibly more puke.

You put towels on the ground on Elvis's side of the bed and put a trashcan on his nightstand so that he could grab it. Elvis whined again, "Alright baby, alright, I'm coming." You whispered. Elvis smiled as he finally got to cuddle you.

"Hi baby. You feel okay now?" Elvis nodded, putting his head on your chest. "Mhm, happy you're here mama." You smiled. "I couldn't have you be sick all alone baby. Of course I came. Had to give you your snuggles." Elvis smiles and snuggles into you again as he closed his eyes and sighed sleepily. You gently put your hands in his hair.

"Goodnight sweet boy, mama loves you. Wake me if you feel sick again okay?" Elvis nodded. "Love you too mama." And he was out like a light after his long bad day.

Summary: You have a really bad stomach bug while Elvis has to play a show. You end up getting worse halfway through so Elvis storms off, fights with the Colonel to take care of you because that's what he does.

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"Daddy.... don't go." You're currently laying on a uncomfortable couch in the green room of the International hotel, grasping Elvis's hand for dear life as you try to fight off the nausea rolling around in your gut. Elvis had tried to call and cancel, he really did saying that you didn't feel well. That was an understatement; you were miserable. And Elvis hoped that the Colonel could see the pain all over your face. Elvis crouched down by your face and cupped your cheek in his hand, noticing how hot you were getting. "I'm sorry baby, I know you don't feel good. But daddy has to, my love. You got Jerry here to watch over ya though. You tell him anything you need and he'll get it for ya."

You sit up then and Elvis internally jumps, thinking you're just about to projectile vomit all over him but instead you snivel and open your arms for one of Elvis's signature bear hugs that you love so much. "Alright baby girl, try to sleep, daddy loves you so-oo-oo-oo much." He drags out the so as long as he can, procrastinating going on stage as much as possible. Elvis lingers at the door and he watches as you snuggle down into your blankets and dutifully close your eyes, trying so hard not to feel how yucky you're feeling.

You made it almost halfway through the show before you got even worse, your low fever had spiked so you were sweating feeling like a fireball was traveling all over your little body and you were hovering over the trashcan, adjusting uncomfortably every few minutes, waiting for the inevitable as Jerry rubbed your back telling you daddy would be there soon but that just made you cry even more.

"I want daddy!" You scream right before you finally gag enough to start vomiting. "I know, sweetheart. Daddy's coming I promise." Jerry eyes Lamar, silently asking if Elvis has been notified because they can't hold off not telling him for much longer. Even if the Colonel says so, if Elvis finds out it'll be hell to pay. Lamar just silently nods, yes the boss knows. Thank god.

Back at the curtain to the side stage, Charlie waves his arms frantically trying to get the King's attention. Elvis, already having a hint of an idea what this is about quickly walks over still singing all the while till the backtrack kicks in and the band makes up some riffs to satisfy the audience while he's needed.

"Is she okay? What's up?" Elvis asks, his heart picking up speed just thinking about how sick you already were. "She's gotten worse. She has a high fever and she's puking her guts up. Jerry's with her but she needs you. Needs her daddy." Elvis nods. "Talk to the Colonel." Charlie goes to talk to the colonel to try and cancel the rest of the show and figure out what to tell the audience while Elvis sprints toward the greenroom that you had laid down in but the Colonel beats him to it, blocking the door.

"No, no, no, you boy are getting back on that stage tonight! You need to finish this show, these nice people paid so much money, you owe them a good time, you hear me?!" Elvis bumped the old man with his chest, sending him against the door, gripping the collar of his shirt in his fist as he got right in his face. "You listen to me. Tonight I'm not money bags. Tonight I am a caregiver and my baby is sick." Just as Elvis said that, him and the Colonel could hear you getting violently sick on the other side of the door.

"You hear that? She's sick and she needs me so I don't care what you gotta do. I don't care how much money we're out, but I refuse to go out on that stage anymore tonight you son of a bitch now I suggest you get the fuck out of my way." The colonel eyed his client icily. "You're making a mistake talking to me like that, boy." Elvis stared at the ceiling, trying to reign in his anger because the last thing you need is to hear him yelling so close yet so far from you. "You son of a bitch, you know I don't need you. I don't want you and I don't need you. She needs me so unless you want me to throw you on your ass, I suggest you Get. Out. Of. My. Way." The Colonel smirked like the bastard he is and slowly stepped aside.

Elvis barged into the room to see Jerry barely holding things together. You had ceased vomiting for a minute and you were curled up in Jerry's lap sobbing and screaming for your daddy. "I want my daddy! Where's daddy!" Elvis slowly walked up to you so as not to startle you even more. "Daddy's right here baby, I'm right here. Let's go home huh? Let's get your icky butt home? You nodded, basically collapsing into his arms as soon as you see him.

"Please don't puke on me," You hear Elvis whisper as he looks around the room, trying not to move too fast, so as not to jostle you and cause you to get too dizzy. "Hey, Jer, can you grab her bag please?" He nods. "Let's go home, bug." Jerry murmurs to you as the three of you run to the the car that'll bring you home.

"Alright sweet girl. Just tap me if you feel icky again okay?" Elvis says as he holds you tighter against his chest as you clenched your eyes shut against his shoulder as he took you upstairs to your en-suite bathroom, stripping your sweat soaked clothes off and setting your tiny aching body on the closed toilet seat as he started the water for a bath. After a particularly bad cramp, you nearly doubled over in your spot, whimpering, "Daddy." Panicking, Elvis nearly launched himself at you, cupping his hand under your chin thinking you were going to vomit. You just groaned shaking your head no, you just wanted your daddy's comfort. And you wanted to regulate your damn temperature again.

"Oh sweets I'm so sorry. We'll get you some medicine for your tummy soon okay? But first we need to cool your fever down." Elvis turned off the faucet and gently put you in the tub, where you screeched at the coolness of the water. "I know, I know. Just a few minutes until you can get out though okay."

The intense stomach cramp returned and this time you lost control of it, causing you to scream and starting to sob again. "What? What baby? What is it?" Elvis asked, concern written all of his face because there was no reason you should be screaming. He didn't put two and two together until he noticed the water gets murky beneath you. "Oh sweetie," He cooed, lifting you up and draining the tub with his other hand. "It's okay, it can be fixed. Your tummy really doesn't feel good does it?" You pressed your face into Elvis shoulder, seeking comfort for your embarrassment. "It's okay baby, I promise, see all better." Elvis cleaned out the bottom of the tub and quickly finished washing you off, figuring you'd feel better once you were in bed with E.

He quickly chooses a loose set of pajamas, easy to take off in case you get sick again or too hot during the night and dresses you in it before returning to the bathroom to get you some medicine to help your very upset stomach. You start fussing at it even though you don't want to puke anymore.

"Please baby? If you take this, it'll help you feel so much better, hm? It'll only taste icky for a second. C'mon baby please." You shook your head and sealed your lips shut. "Mm-mm." Elvis sighed. "Okay, how about this, you take the medicine and I'll take you to get a new stuffy and a new movie once you're all better, huh?" You smiled and opened your mouth as wide as you could, liking the compromise. Elvis smiled. "Good girl!" After he gave you a glass of water to wash the taste out of your mouth, he gave you a big high five. "Proud of you little." You just tiredly placed your head on his shoulder. "Oh baby... let's go get you to bed, hmm?" You couldn't object to that.

You sat in Elvis's big bed as you watched him prepare for a night full of tears and puke. He lined the floor of your side of the bed with old towels, put a pasta pot on the nightstand table for you to grab and had an extra pile of bedding on two of the chairs in the massive master bedroom. Elvis sat next to you and took an extra bowl in his lap to teach you how to aim your puke into the bowl. "Okay ready, if you feel like you're gonna puke you lean over and you go blugh, nope don't tilt, keep it steady go bluehg," You giggled, copying the funny noise he made. "I go bleugh! " "Don't move it baby, keep it right in your lap, go bleugh," He smiled once you finally copied him but didn't tilt the bowl so it would spill all over you.

"Good job sweet girl. Good girl." Elvis laid down, curled around you. "How does your tummy feel now, sweet girl?" You took a minute feeling it out. "Icky but not bluegh icky." Elvis and you chuckled at the puke noise and he blew a raspberry into your nap, happy that he could hear your giggle again.

"Okay sickie, promise to wake me if you need me?" You nod. "I love you daddy." You said as you drifted off to sleep, your body exhausted from fighting off this sickness.

"I love you too sweets."

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Did anyone else miss him? I miss talking about little!e

I missed little!E so so much!

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You could tell there was something wrong with Elvis because he would grimace whenever he tried to dance during tonight's rehearsal.

"Oh no..." Jerry muttered beside you.

Your motherly/caregiver side came out of you when you heard the concern in Jerry's voice. "What do you mean 'uh oh' Jerry?"

"I was feeding El a bottle before rehearsal since he doesn't dance too much during and I think it made him have a a sick tummy..." Jerry confessed. You groaned. "Oh no, Jerry why.." Jerry groaned, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Hopefully he doesn't puke." You groaned. "Did you at least burp him?" Jerry nodded. "'Course I did. I just didn't expect him to dance during rehearsal." You sighed. "It's okay Jer."

Just then, Elvis stopped the music and the backup singers and ran over to you with an anxious expression. "Momma, tummy hurts." Elvis said as he hugged you.

"Okay baby, okay you're okay. You gonna throw up?" Elvis nodded as he put his hand over his mouth. "Alright baby, come on." You attempted to walk him across the stage to bring him to the back but halfway across the stage, Elvis groaned and doubled over, puking up all the milk he had a bit ago.

You cringed for a minute as Elvis retched all over the stage. "Oh, baby. You're alright, get it all up." You whispered as you rubbed Elvis' back softly. "You're alright, mama's right here." Elvis threw up for about five minutes before he groaned and straightened. "I'm sorry mama, Elvie made a mess." You nodded. "It's alright baby, it was an accident. We'll get it cleaned up. For now, let's get you up to bed okay? How do you feel now?" You asked.

Elvis whimpered. "Mama carry Elvie to bed?" You smiled at how cute Elvis was. "Yes baby, mama will carry you."

You walked through the hotel with Elvis on your hip and into the elevator up to Elvis' private suite. Halfway up, Elvis hitched his breath. "What is it baby?" You asked, rubbing Elvis' upper back. "G-gonna happen again." Elvis whimpered as he cried. you tried to stay calm and prepare to be painted in vomit.

"Oh that's okay baby, hold on we're almost there.." You held your cupped hand under Elvis' chin to catch anything just in case before you ran to the room as Elvis moaned. You got the suite's bathroom just in time for Elvis to gag and dryheave into the sink. "Oh I know baby, it's okay, mama's right here." You cooed as you rubbed his back. "All done baby? You didn't get anything up this time..." Elvis wiped the back of his hand over his mouth. "Done mama..." You cooed. "Alright lovie, let's get you in bed with your blankie and your stuffie." Elvis nodded and cuddled with his blankie as you tucked him in.

A few hours later, Jerry came by to check on his friend. "He's still asleep..." You whispered as Jerry poked his head in. "YN I'm sorry, I didn't know it would make him sick." You sighed. "It's alright Jer, he's fine now it was just the all that dancing so soon after he ate, I suspect he's fine now." Jerry nodded. "It's nothing you did, I promise. Elvis doesn't blame you either." You said, comforting the man. Jerry nodded. "Alright, well let me know when the little guy feels better okay? I'll keep the colonel occupied til then." You nodded. "Thank you Jer."

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