With Love, 𝙀𝙡𝙫𝙞𝙨

Chapter 26

Y/N HUDSON

SEPTEMBER 3, 1960

It had been a few days since everything that happened. You found a decent one bedroom apartment that was a little more modern than the last one.

It took you around two full days to get everything unpacked with the help of Jerry and Billy. You weren't too phased by the whole thing, this is what you needed, right?

Elvis stayed in his room the entire two days, and you didn't want to talk to him at all. Sure, you would like a little more closure, but you didn't want to see him in general. You were pissed, yet satisfied at the same time.

You picked up your last suitcase and made your way down the stairs. You stood in between the two open doors of the entrance and set your bag down as the Colonel walked over to you with a solemn look.

"We're going to miss you, Miss Y/n," he spoke with his funny accent.

You teared up a bit hearing his voice. It all finally sunk in; you were leaving, and this time for good. Colonel extended his arms out for a hug and you immediately embraced him. You wrapped your arms around his large body and as his arms closed around your body, you began to cry.

He shushed you and kept telling you that everything would be alright. Your sobs were quiet other than the few gasps you would take to catch your breath. You suddenly felt another pair of arms around you, and another, and another. You looked up to see that everyone, friends and the staff of Graceland, were all hugging you too.

After the long hug, everyone stepped back to see you one last time. Your mascara had ran down your cheeks and your lips were no longer glossy. You looked a mess, but nobody cared.

Vernon offered to take your last bag to the car and you simply nodded. Everyone began to say their goodbyes. It stung when Vernon came back for his last hug. As you were about to walk out of Graceland, you noticed a figure emerge from the top of the stairs. It was Elvis.

And right behind him was Priscilla.

You didn't bother to give either of them a smile, wave, or a middle finger for them to shove somewhere special, you simply tore your eyes away from the pair and proceeded to walk towards your car.

You got in the car and drove down the hill to the gate. It opened and you slowly drove through. You looked through the rear view mirror until Graceland was out of sight, and you turned on the radio to get Elvis out of your mind.

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It took you about a week to get settled into your apartment. It took longer than normal because you were feeling nauseous the past few mornings. Finally, you got up out of bed, still nauseous, and decided you would finish unpacking the last of your boxes when your house phone began to rang.

With a confused expression, you picked up the phone. You didn't know who would be calling you, as nobody had your number yet. When you picked up the phone and held it to your ear, you didn't hear anything and decided to place it back into it's original spot.

While mindlessly gliding your fingertips over your countertop as you walked back to continue moving boxes, you knocked your phone book onto the ground. It opened up as it fell onto the ground and you were worried that some of your important numbers would be smudged, so you quickly picked it up and placed it back onto the counter.

The page that the book was opened to contained the numbers of Delia and Dr. Brown. Not bothering to close the book, you walked back to the last of your boxes to finish unpacking.

As you finished unpacking and smashed the last of your boxes together, you felt a sharp pain shoot through your stomach. You grabbed your stomach with your hand and winced in pain. You quickly went to use the restroom, figuring you started your period and were having cramps.

After putting a pad on and washing your hands before you left the bathroom, you decided to call up Delia and tell her you were finally moved in.

You walked over to your house phone, grabbed the already open phone book off the counter, and dialed Delia's number. After a few rings, the call went through.

"Hello?"

You smiled upon hearing your friend's voice. "Hey Delia, it's Y/n. Just wanted to say that I'm officially moved in!"

She cheered on the other end of the line and you began to laugh. As you laughed, you felt another pain in your stomach. You winced quietly, hoping Delia wouldn't hear, but she in fact did.

"Y/n? You good there?"

"Yeah..." you started, "just a cramp. I must be on my cycle, I've been nauseous every morning and my stomach keeps cramping up, but it's nothing," you added quickly.

Your eyes flickered down to the phone book in your hand, immediately darting to Dr. Brown's number. You shook off the feeling and turned your attention back to Delia on the other line.

"I dunno Y/n. Nauseous every morning? Sharp pains in your stomach? Girl, you might wanna take a pregnancy test."

You let out a snort, you were sure you'd never get pregnant. You were always sure to take plan b, and you were on birth control. Nothing would happen to you.

"Pfft, I doubt it."

"Y/n, you should just take the test. Even if you think you're not pregnant. Never hurts to be safe than sorry, girl."

Sighing, you agreed with Delia. You got off the phone with her and walked into your new bathroom. You took your last two pregnancy tests out of the drawer and sat on the toilet.

After taking the test, you set the two sticks on a paper towel on your bathroom counter. Deciding to celebrate your non-pregnancy, you poured yourself a glass of wine and sat down on your new couch. You turned on the TV and ended up falling asleep.

You woke up around 2 in the morning. Your stomach was hurting and you needed to use the bathroom. You got up, slightly stumbling around the dark apartment until you reached the bathroom and turned on the lights.

You quickly used the bathroom, eager to go back to sleep. You were about to wash your hands before you saw the two pregnancy tests sitting on the counter, you had completely forgot about them. You held both of them up to your eyes and squinted, your eyes still getting adjusted to the light. Suddenly, your heart dropped.

There were two lines on both of the tests.

You were pregnant.