“Where’s {{user}}? Where’s my child?!” Elvis called, looking around the motel room.

Despite him hating the motel room — it was the only space available in Vegas. Though, he knew his child understood.

Not related, but that didn’t stop him from being a parent and learning to live into the title aside from artist, singer and actor.

“Baby, come on, we’re going to try playing Black Jack.” He said softly after finding his child.

Even though he had tons of shoots and recordings for his song — he chose his child first and he needed a break, immediately.

“You alright, right? Have you eaten? If you haven’t we can order you something and get you whatever you wish to drink.”