With Love, 𝙀𝙡𝙫𝙞𝙨

Chapter 11

Y/N HUDSON

NOVEMBER 8, 1957

You were in Honolulu for two shows Elvis had to do in Hawaii. Everything had actually been smooth back at home, well on your end. Elvis had called you about a week ago to convince you to travel with him, said his mama's been too much for him to handle recently.

Originally, you denied the offer since you were watching your sister's baby until she got out of prison. She'd gotten into a little bit of trouble with an officer, and as much as you couldn't stand each other, you both knew our mother wasn't capable of watching a baby for two weeks. Annalise wasn't technically a baby, she was actually three, but she was your favorite little girl.

Annalise was just the most beautiful little brunette anyone had ever seen! She had this gorgeous, long, brown hair with big, bright blue eyes. She was smart for her age, matter of fact, she and Elvis had been talking it up the whole trip ever since you got to Hawaii on the fourth.

Now, you were waiting on Elvis to finish getting ready for the day.

"Mister Presley?" You heard Annalise ask.
You took another sip of my coffee before placing the mug down on the coffee table in front of you. You turned to look at where the voices were coming from. Elvis was walking hand-in-hand with Annalise. He was wearing his loose-fitting black pants, which were held up by a belt, and a tight-fitting black top.

"Yes, baby-doll?" He tilted his head down to look at her as he towered over her much more than he towered over me.

"Why are we in Hawaii?" She wondered aloud.

"Well, I've got to do a show out here, and I just had to have you and your Auntie out with me!"

Annalise was wearing her white dress with an adorable yellow sunhat. Elvis just looked fascinated in Annalise, in a loving way. He's always wanted to start his own family but that partially worried you but worried Gladys and Colonel much more, but that was another story for another day.

As for you, you were wearing a short-sleeved Rye Decker dress that Elvis had bought you for the trip, and a pair of high-heeled white boots. The dress was relatively short, but not scandalous-short.

Elvis turned his attention to me upon entering the room, and he smiled. His eyes danced across my body but he made sure his gaze didn't linger.

You stood up and embraced him in a tight hug, his free-hand wrapping around your waist. Your head dug into his chest and the smell of his cologne brought a fuzzy feeling to your stomach.

"You look beautiful, baby," Elvis complimented, kissing the top of your head as his hand rubbed your back comfortingly.

"Thank you, E," you replied, bending down to pick Annalise up.

She instantly wrapped her arms around your neck as you held her on your hip, going to draw the curtains since we were leaving soon. You kissed her forehead to which she reacted with a drawn out 'eww!' from your lipgloss getting on her skin.

"Ew? Annalise, you used to love me! I swear, ever since Mister Presley's been around, all your love went to him." You said sarcastically. Annalise giggled and looked back at Elvis, who had a smug look on his face.

"Wipe that look off your face," you smacked his chest before picking your purse off the counter. "E, you're gonna burn up in this," you said, referencing his outfit.