Elvis and Priscilla - Tracy and Link, Hairspray

I wrote this for the third fic challenge on the Fan Fiction board on Fan Forum :D The challenge was to write 1000 words of fluff, inspired by an autumn photo.





“Wait! Wait for me!” Short, chubby legs were working double time to keep up.

“Daddy! Wait for-“ She stopped and sharply turned her head in the direction of a rustling in the trees. She moved in closer, watching the squirrel climb higher up the tree with a nut in his mouth. She could just make him out between the yellow and orange leaves. He stopped on a branch, holding the nut in front of him, turning it between his two front paws, nibbling, opening the shell. Big blue eyes were focused on the squirrel, when she was suddenly hoisted into the air.

“Daddy!” She laughed and squealed as he tossed her in the air, catching her expertly in his arms.

Gently lowering her to the ground, he teasingly said, “Don’t get so far ahead of me again, Baby Doll.”

“What? Me? You were ahead of me, Daddy!” She stood there with consternation on her rosy face and her hands on her hips. He laughed in spite of himself, and took her warm, mittened hand in his.

“We have to go back to the campsite. Momma’s coming. She’s got something special waiting for us!”

“A surprise?” The little hand swung his arm along with hers, as she skipped along the grassy path. Link knew she’d be excited to see Tracy, since it was the first time they’d camped out a night without her, but he knew the thought of a surprise would be at the forefront of her mind.

“Yep! A big surprise!” he looked down and winked in his signature style, his own eyes as blue as his little girl’s.

“Yay!” She let go of his hand, and skipped ahead of him, snapping twigs and crunching leaves below her feet. “What is it?”

“Oh, I can’t tell! That would spoil the surprise!”

“Hint?” He shook his head. “Please?” She had stopped before him, and turned to give her biggest smile. For a four year old, she was very charming. Another quality she inherited from her father.

Unable to resist his little girl, he sighed and gave in. “It’ll use a lot of newspapers,” he laughed. She was puzzled. Her face scrunched up, and she turned towards the lake to think.

“That wasn’t a good hint, Daddy. I don’t know what it’s gonna be!” She frowned at him, and opened her mouth to ask for another hint when he picked up a pebble and tossed it over the lake. The stone skipped along the water, and she giggled and jumped up and down. Skipping stones was a good distraction. Link didn’t want to give any more hints, as he didn’t want to get into trouble with Tracy.

A few moments and several dozen pebbles later, he took her hand and they continued on. Hearing music from a distance, Link knew they were almost there. He bent down and she climbed up on his back. Piggy-backing her the rest of the way, the music became louder. They sung along happily, and Tracy could soon hear them approach.

“Momma! What’s my surprise?” she called, as they first caught Tracy in view.

“Link! What did you tell her?” Tracy stood with her hands on her hips, just like Priscilla had done earlier. The little girl was the spitting image of her mother, save the brilliant blue eyes of her father.

“Nothing! I told her nothing… well, just that it’ll use a lot of newspaper,” he laughed.

“Really? Well, you’re getting better at resisting her, then.”

“Better at distracting her, more like it!” He let Priscilla down, and immediately the little girl began snooping around the cars, the picnic table, inside the packages of food. Just then, as she was making her way towards the tent, she heard a sound coming from the trees. It wasn’t the rustling of leaves that the squirrel had made. It wasn’t the chirp of a bird. It was something very unexpected for the woods. Priscilla’s eyes lit up, and she ran towards the trees. Link and Tracy laughed when they heard the squeal of excitement.

A moment later, little arms were filled with the yapping bundle. “A puppy! Oh Momma, you brought me a puppy!” Priscilla ran to her mother, puppy in her arms, and Tracy wrapped her arms around both of them.

“Do you like it, Baby?” She scooped them up in her arms. Priscilla gently handed the puppy to Link so she could give her mother a proper hug, then quickly wriggled down to the ground again, reaching up for the small dog.

“I love it, Momma! I love her so much!”

“Actually, it’s a he” Tracy laughed.

“Oh!” she laughed. “Does he have a name?”

“Nope. Not yet.”

“You get to name him all by yourself,” Link replied. Her eyes opened widely, and she began to pace around the campsite, not letting the puppy down from her arms, while she thought of a name.

Tracy began humming along with the song playing on the transistor radio, and Link stepped behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. They swayed together to the rhythm of the music, while Tracy sang along. He turned her in his arms and held her close as they danced together there in the woods, stepping on crisp leaves, layers of plaid flannel between them.

“I got it! I’ll call him Elvis! Then we can be Elvis and Priscilla!” Link and Tracy laughed, as Priscilla danced to the music with Elvis in her arms.

“Well, now that that’s settled, I have a surprise for Daddy, too.”

“Really? Can I have a hint?” he smirked.

“Sure. It won’t need newspapers on the floor, but it will use a lot of diapers,” she smirked back. He stood facing her, his mouth and eyes open wide.

“A baby? We’re having another baby?” She nodded.

“Whoooooo!” He picked her up and spun her around, then gently placed her back on the ground, bending down and pressing his face to her stomach. “Hello Baby! Daddy loves you!” Tracy ran her fingers through his hair, which had softened in style over the 60s, although she missed the little curl.

“A baby?” Priscilla asked. “That’s almost as good as a puppy!”