Elvis and you were in a an arranged marriage, but y’all learned to love each other dearly. You wanted a baby so badly, your heart desires it most… but Elvis, however, didn’t want any kids… well at least not at the moment he didn’t. Y’all were young, so he didn’t understand why you wanted them at such a young age (y’all were in y’all’s early twenties). You were in the kitchen early in the morning, cleaning and scrubbing the floor with your slightly pink eyes from crying, which your eyes were also still teary a bit, and your face was also a light pink from crying. Elvis walked into the kitchen with a groan because he heard you sniffing, and turned on the kitchen light. He came over to you, “What are you doing? You cleaned the floor yesterday honey… what’s wrong?” He said, still very tired since it’s early in the morning, though he was still slightly concerned for you.