Bex Mack: Story of Bexs life!

My 5th birthday

Dad: "So.... how did everything go?"
"Good."
Dad: "That's good. How was your day?"
"Ok I guess."
Dad: "Cool I guess..."
It's awkward now.
It never used to be.
Me and my dad were always close even though I was closer with my mom.
After the whole thing that happened to me we haven't talked as much when I get picked up.
We listen to music in silence not talking at all.
Then all the sudden the grossest feeling ever hit me.
"Dad...."
Dad: "Yes?"
I could barely concentrate on what he was saying.
I could tell my face was turning pale.
My body went from feeling cool to feeling super hot.
"Dad...."
Dad: "Bex, what?"
"Stop the car." I said in a quiet voice.
Dad: "What?"
"Stop the car! Just please!! Pull over or something please!!"
This gross feeling kept getting worst.
Every bump.
Faster, slower, no matter what I kept feeling even more sick.
Dad: "What's going on?"
"I don't feel good!!"
Dad: "Great... Can you wait for at least one more minute? There's a stop you can go in. I'll put the window down... fresh air might help."
I didn't respond because I thought if I did Puke would come out.
He put the window down and fresh air blew in my face and hair.
My nerves started to calm down a little and I felt somewhat better.
Then this happened.
The music that was previously playing ended.
A commercial came on for food advertising.
Radio: "Try our new bacon hamburger topped with..."
3 times.
3 times I had puked out of nowhere.
Once on a teacher.
Once on the floor.
And now once all over my hands and lap.
Dad: "Oh my god! Bex!!!"
I started to cry.
I hated this so much.
Stupid hormones.
"Sorry!" I said as I cried.
Dad: "Ugh! I just- I- *breaths in* It's ok. Let's just stop here... I'll run in and get paper towel and your just gonna have to deal with what your wearing till we get home."
"Your not mad?"
Dad: "I can't be mad."
"Why?"
I was so confused.
Dad: " you asked me to stop. And I should've known. I'll tell you a story when I get back. Don't move. Seems like you got most of your vomit on yourself and not the car. But please keep all windows down. Be right back."
I wanted to get up, but he wasn't mad so I didn't.
I could t Stan the smell but I felt much better.
Ugh.
Now I have car sickness.
That was one of my biggest fears of being pregnant.
Car sickness.
I never had car sickness and I never wanted it, but I guess this is reality now.
My dad came back with paper towel and a two water bottles and a plastic bag.
Dad: "Here, I put water on the paper towel. Wipe as much as you can off your legs then carefully get out and we will go from there."
I did what he told me and I got most of the puke off.
Dad: "Here. I got this water for you. Just take little sips and I'll leave the radio off, keep the window down. I'll go slow. Let's just hope this doesn't happen again."
"Thank you. What was that story you were gonna tell me about?"
Dad: "Oh! Almost forgot! Well the reason why I'm not mad is for one, you can't really help it. I mean babies... jeez... they can do some pretty cruel stuff, at least from what I have seen. Your a lot like your mom when she was pregnant with you..."
"Oh. Really?"
Dad: "Ohhhh yes. I remember we were taking a long trip. Your mom was around 5 months pregnant. Your mom was asleep for the first half, but then she woke up and after a few minutes she said she felt dizzy. She asked me to go slower, so I did. Then just like what just happened, a good advertisement came on the radio, just keep this in mind... we had a sun roof with all windows open. All the sudden I feel something wet land all over my arm.... I look over to see what it was.... All over, and I mean all over, puke. Your moms mouth was wide open in shocked. It was so disgusting."
I'm not sure if this was a laughing situation or not, but I tried holding my laughter.
Then I couldn't.
Dad: "you can laugh..."
Right when he said that I died of laughter.
We both laughed.
Dad: "now that I look back I laugh at it all the time and so does your mom. But you are just like your mom. As much as it feels weird to me that, well you know... Your just a lot like her with sickness and all that stuff, but personality wise is wayyy different. Your wayyyyy more patient and calm. I guess I can say I like that."
"Really?"
Dad: "Yes. Bex, I dont hate you and I'm not super mad. Maybe the first week I was, and yes I'm disappointed, but the reason why me and mom are upset is because your are daughter.
Our only kid. Yeah your a teen, but your still our baby. We love you so much, just seeing that you are gonna have baby just kinda shows us your not a 'kid' anymore. Your like and adult in a way. It's not a bad thing, but we miss you."
In a way this made me mad and happy.
Yeah I don't care what he said about the whole being "disappointed" thing but the "we miss you" is what made me upset.
"What do you mean by you miss me? I'm still here...."
Dad: "you are, but your gonna be a mom. That's a job for grown ups, not for teens. Yeah your a teen and you don't like to do things you used to like when you were like 5. Speaking of you being 5, I remember a story... For your 8th birthday we wanted to surprise you with horseback riding lessons because you were obsessed with the show My little pony. You were so happy and excited, but then the horse came out. It was a huge horse! You started to cry because because it was so big and scary to you. We also didn't take you to see big animals a lot so it was like your first time seeing a huge animal. Anyways you refused to get on that horse unless I got on with you. The person wouldn't allow me to go on with you, so we finally got you to go on, but under one condition, I had to hold your hand. We only paid for just you to go on a horse so we couldn't get one because we would have to call early to reserve another. Like I said in the beginning, the horse was huge!! Super tall! Holding your hand was gonna be hard for me because the horse was so tall. But I did it and I loved it. You did too. You were smiling the whole time but also squeezing my hand to death. But I didn't care. I loved the whole entire 45 mins of it. I guess what I'm trying to say is this. It's like I'm letting go of your hand and your just gonna take off on that horse and move on. Grow up. Too fast."
Woah.
"Dad.... I remember that. I loved that day and I didn't want to let you go because I was scared, just like I am now. I want to still hold your hand. Not physically, but you know what I'm saying. Yes your right. Im a teen. Not a grown up. Im having a baby I didn't even plan to have and that's scary. It's as scary as that horse was to me. All I'm asking for is for you to hold my hand through this journey. Yes your disappointed and I agree with you. You can be and I'm okay with that. But all I want is some of your support. Just like you did five minutes into riding that horse. You said ' look Bex!! Your doing it!!! Look! Just like that show you watch!! Look at you go!! There's nothing to be scared of! You can do this!!' Maybe I dont exactly need that, but I do need encouragement. Even if it's just a little. And no matter what, I will never just leave you forever. I can still be you baby no matter what."
It was silent for a few seconds.
Then he looked at me and smiled.
Dad: "ok... I think I can make a deal."
His eyes wear tearing up and so were mine.
He patted my leg.
Then one of our favorite songs came on.
He turned it up and we both listened and sung to the song.
Maybe I missed judged.
We still do have our moments and I love these moments.