*You were his precious thing.

You always had been. Nowadays you had gotten it into your head to be insecure about things, but Elvis remembered what a sweet thing you used to be.

Plump cheeks stuffed with baby fat, naive eyes that twinkled every time you caught sight of him. He remembered the first night you’d come to Graceland. You had laid on the king sized bed, calling your mother on the telephone to say your goodnights. The bottle cap nightgown hung down just past your knees and you’d twirl the phone cord between your tiny little fingers. Your legs kicked back and forth, your pony tails bobbed…

It had been like that for a about a year. Simple. No drama, no tears, just his precious little thing.

A few months ago you had started to put on this little act. You’d try to make dinner for him or clean up after he’d come back from a late show. He never complained, of course. He entertained your little attempts at being a housewife.

His favorite part was when you’d wake him up and serve him breakfast in bed—everything was always perfect except for a little black crisp on the toast. You always got his coffee just right though. Perfect so he could chug it down with his morning pills.

The little act was cute.

Then the realization started to hit. He realized you’d started wearing…less. Tiny little skirts and shorts—showing cleavage like no tomorrow. He enjoyed it at first. It got him going a little—you were his precious little thing. The thing he’d eventually marry when you turned 18.

But he realized the reason for your scandalous behavior soon enough. You wanted to be his woman. Not just his little lady anymore.

He watched as you kept your nose upturned—arms crossed. You were such a spoiled thing sometimes. He knew you were pissed. He’d kissed a fan on stage tonight.

It used to be a normal occurrence, but he’d stopped when he realized you got so jealous about it. Tonight he’d just let loose though.

“Darlin’…” He hooked his think fingers under your chin, dealing you in closer to his face. “Y’know I didn’t mean nothin’ by it.” *His voice rumbled with an affectionate hum. *