#n i still have ur other request w/ lilo n stitch in my asks!! currently writing it it's halfway done!! just need to finish rewatching it 😅

[mooodyblue]

hiii lilly! i have a request for cg!el and little!reader where elvis leaves for the day without the reader knowing and when elvis comes back he finds her crying and she's like "daddy weft me"

wahh ty for the request 🥺 hope u enjoy!

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elvis woke up slightly earlier than usual, letting you sleep in while he tended to his business in his office over coffee. it was supposed to be just the two of you today so you could have time to go down and have elvis take care of you. it had been awhile since you last regressed due to busy schedules and honestly, your brain had been too overwhelming for you lately and you desperately needed to go back to that tiny headspace of yours.

he caught up on his reading in the meantime. his reading was shortly interrupted with a call about coming to get one of his suits looked at. it was something that could have been done later, even tomorrow. but elvis thought he could pull off leaving before you got up. he knew you'd most likely wake up little and would usually sleep in longer when that was the case. with a sigh and the closing of his book, he agreed to meet up and quickly left before you could notice.

waking up to an empty bed was not something you particularly enjoyed. not to mention, that floaty feeling in your head took over the moment you opened your eyes. you didn't have your stuffie nor your daddy by your side that morning.

you rubbed the sleepiness from your eyes and got out of bed, shuffling your way out of elvis’s large bedroom and down the steps. “e?” you asked, turning towards the kitchen. still no sign of elvis. the house was empty and oddly quiet, only a lingering smell of coffee that told you elvis had to have been awake earlier.

every room in the house was empty, only for you to notice his car not sitting in the driveway. “no….” you ran outside still in your pajamas, barefoot and frantically looking around. “elvis?” your heart began to race, millions of thoughts running through your head as to what could have happened to him.

you checked everywhere. your daddy, the best caregiver you could ever have, was nowhere to be found. you walked back into the home, planting yourself on the bottom step in the foyer as you hugged your knees. there was no reason for him to just run off and leave, right? today was supposed to be just the two of you where you could be little and now here you were; little and abandoned. choked out sobs left your throat, finally convinced he was gone forever.

elvis pulled into the driveway at top speed, nearly forgetting to take his keys out of the ignition before getting out. he ran up the steps and rushed in as fast as he could, meeting with you at the steps. “baby-” he stood there, panting and catching his breath, “god, baby. i’m so sorry, i thought i’d make it back before you got up-”

“d-daddy went ‘n w-left me…” you shook your head. “hates me, doesn't want me anymore.” your eyes were glossy, cheeks warm and puffy from crying. a lost look on your face.

elvis let out a small gasp, getting on both knees in front of you as he took your small hands in his. “don't ever say i hate you. that hurts daddy's feelings, i love you. my wittle itty bitty, i love ya too damn much to ever leave you.”

“then why did you leave me?” you sniffled, looking into his eyes.

he sighed, “work, honey. it’s all work. but i’m done, daddy’s here and now it’s just you and me time.”

you held your pinky out to him for him to link with his, “promise?”

elvis grinned and linked his pinky with yours, chuckling. “i promise, yittle. let's go make you some lunch.”