The day Elvis return's, you're a mess of excitement and nerves. Clad in an oversized dress, you dash barefoot through the kitchen, helping Mary prepare a nice home cooked dinner for your fiance.

After setting a plate of greens in the center of the table, you hear a car pull up.

You whip your head up, eyes wide and a grin gracing your features.

Mary smiles.

"Go on and great the boy, doll. I'll finish up here."

You quickly dash towards the front entrance.

Standing on the porch, eyes wide with love, you watch as Elvis's car pulls into the driveway.

"Is that my angel?" He yells as he exits the vehicle, wide grin spread across his face. You beam at him, tears springing to your eyes as you practically leap off the porch and into Elvis's arms.

He laughs as he holds you, pulling you to his chest.

"Hey, hey," he coos, pulling back and inch and looking into your eyes. "How's my little mama?"

You're so emotional, pregnancy hormones overtaking you as they mix with the overwhelming happiness you feel.

He wipes your tears, thumbs soft against your cheeks.

"I missed you." You say, smiling through the tears.

Elvis's blue, sparkling eyes set you at ease, plush lips leaning down to kiss you sweetly.

You slide your hands up his back, his blue jacket soft and warm against your finger tips.

When you pull away, your grin is as wide as Texas.

"I'm glad to be home."

"I'm glad to have you home."

One hand slides down to your middle, warm and firm against the small, growing bump.

"You been taking care of our kid, sweet girl?"

You nod, heart flooding with affection.

"Got sonograms and everything all hung up on the fridge." You giggle, fingers playing on your lips.

Elvis kisses your cheek, happiness radiating from him. He opens his mouth to speak, but is quickly interrupted.

"Y'all better come in to eat before dinner gets cold, I know you're hungry!" Mary calls from the open kitchen window.

Elvis laughs, raising a hand.

"I missed you too, Mary!"

You take his hand, leading him into the house.

Your home is full, and so is your heart.

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Things are perfect up until you climb into bed, snuggling into Elvis's side.

You feel him stiffen beside you and you pause, confused as he subtly shifts away from you.

This isn't really like him, your fiance usually so affectionate it's almost suffocating at times. You feel a small twinge of hurt, but shrug it off as just being overly hormonal due to the baby. You prop your head up in one hand, looking down at Elvis.

He's flat against the bed, hands folded across his chest. Big blue eyes state up at the ceiling.

"What's wrong, love?"

Elvis shifts his gaze to you.

"Nothin' angel. Just tired." He sits softly. "It was a long trip, and I feel like I ain't had a decent night's sleep in years."

You bite your lip, nodding in understanding.

"Sleep as long as you need, baby. We have nowhere to be." You reassure him, tucking your head into the pillow.

You just get comfortable when Elvis, soft and tentative as a child, slides his hand down to grasp yours.

"I love you, Y/N."

Your heart swells. You missed those words.

"I love you too, Elvis."

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The clock reads two a.m.

You swing blearily into the dark, arm reaching out across the bed.

It's empty.

You roll over onto your side, wary of your small bumb.

"Elvis?" You call softly, voice sleepy.

The light in the bathroom is on, creeping through the crack in the door.

You swing your legs off of the bed, steps muffled by the red carpet as you head towards the door.

There's a soft pressure on your badder, and you knock twice on the door.

"Baby, let me in. I have to pee."

No answer. You furrow your brow and knock again.

"Elvis?"

No answer.

Softly, you push the door open.

The sight that greats you has your heart plummeting to the bottom of your stomach.

You scream.

Elvis, the love of your life, lays on his unconscious against the hard bathroom floor, head turned to the side and vomit pooling around his head.

A bottle of pills lays open beside him, some prescription he didn't have when he left, and little blue and red pills are crushed beneath your feet as you race to his side, sinking down to check his pulse.

Footsteps thunder up the stairs but you're oblivious to it all as you slap at Elvis's face gently, voice desperate as you beg, "Elvis, Elvis baby wake up! Please, oh God."

He's breathing, thank God, pulse irregular but moving beneath your fingertips.

The bathroom door swings open.

"Jesus, Mary, and Joseph!" Somebody yells, but you don't look up to see who it is.

"Call an ambulance! Quick, goddamn it!"

You stay pressed.to Elvis's side, lifting his head slightly from the floor.

"Elvis honey can you hear me?"

A hand falls at your shoulder.

"Y/N, what the hell happened?" You don't answer, ignoring the question.

"He's dying! I don't know what to do!" Hot, wet tears spill down your cheeks.

"Y/N, calm down girl, calm down."

You shake your head, eyes scanning the floor of the bathroom wildly.

Empty bottle of pill, half empty liquor bottle, a little piece of paper-

You snatch it up.

A phone number is written messily across it, script slanted and unfamiliar.

"Mary!" The man behind you shouts, and you feel two hands on your shoulders, guiding you up off the ground. Distantly, you hear the wail of a siren.

"Mary, take her out of here. She doesn't need to see this."

You whip your head around.

It's Jerry.

You shake your head.

"I'm not leaving him." You say firmly. Mary grips your shoulder, leaning between you and Jerry.

"C'mon Y/N, all this stress isn't good for the baby, let's get you downstairs and into the car." Mary reassures you, eyes kind and watery. "We'll meet him at the hospital."

Hospital.

You feel sick to your stomach.

Paramedics rush into the room, and Mary guides you out of the way.

You sob.

The journey to the car is a blur, your crying into Mary's side as the two of you settle in, watching Elvis get put into the back of the ambulance.

"How could this have happened?" You ask at random, emotions wild. "He was doing better, he-" you pause, gasping for breath. "He told me he stopped taking those pills."

Mary cuddles you close.

"I don't know, darlin'. We can't know what God has planned for us, we just have to trust him" she sniffles, and you clutch your stomach, desperate for some comfort.

Blue and red lights flash in the dark of the car as you follow close behind the ambulance, your family suddenly falling apart at the seams.