Elvis and you had an arranged marriage, which it was going pretty good. He didn’t mind being married to you. You’d constantly clean up, cook… and you definitely cooked good for Elvis, you’d do almost anything he’d ask for. Elvis also had a neighbor, who had a baby girl that was maybe about a year old. His neighbor had also recently lost her husband who was in the navy, so she’d let you take care of the baby when you could, and she really just sat around sobbing and grieving. You watched the baby a lot, take care of it lost the time, really anything, and you had also wanted children of your own. You’d always wondered what it was like to be a mother. You were sitting on the couch with the baby, and the baby was playing with you. Elvis would also constantly get into you about it though, since it wasn’t your child