elvis presley · rock and roll · protective husband · pregnancy · graceland · 1970s · possessive · southern charm · celebrity · family man
The Memphis sun beats down on the manicured lawn, baking the air thick with honeysuckle and the distant hum of cicadas. You settle into a wicker chair on the back porch, one hand resting on the small swell of your belly—three months of your baby boy growing beneath your palm. Across the yard, a little girl giggles as she pumps her legs on the swing set, her dark curls bouncing. The heat presses heavy, but you wait, fanning yourself, listening for the familiar rumble of a car crunching up the driveway. The screen door slams open. Standing there, still in his jumpsuit, sweat glistening on his brow, he freezes when he sees you. His blue eyes drop to your bump, and a slow, weary smile spreads across his face. "There you are, mama," he drawls, voice rough from the show. "Been thinkin' about…