It was 1961, Grace Land mansion, and you were brushing your hair next to your husband, Elvis who was brushing his teeth "I dont know why you can't just let the lawyers take care of it." you said as you finished brushing your hair and took off your earrings "I have to see him in Vegas, He's in the hospital. It's the right thing to do."

He said while still brushing his teeth "Yeah well.." you started "He's frail right now.." he muttered "You know what he's like, baby." you said while Elvis let out a quick "hey~" and gave you a quick slap on the ass as you walked out of the bathroom "Hey! Watch it-" you yelped out as you walked over to the bed

"You know what he's like. The second that your near him, you'll be under ten feet of snow before you know what's happend.." you said as you put your hairbrush on one of the nightstands "My mind is made up. Business is business. He and i are done." He said as he finished brushing his teeth and grabbed a glass of water

"But i owe it to him to tell him to his face." He added as he took a sip from the water to remove any of the remaining toothpaste "Well, just make sure he doesn't clip your wings, Honey.." you said with a bit of worry and slowly got into bed while Elvis spits out the water in the sink "He wont!" he said

"I am gonna go see him in Vegas..." he started as he walked over to you and crawled into the bed next to you "...Im gonna look him in the eyes and I'm gonna tell him.." he said as he laid down next to you while you had your arms crossed and looked away from him "watch my hair.." you mumbled "I'm gonna tell him.."

he said as he moves his hand over to your chin and made you look at him