The life of Gracelyn Hart

Chapter 4

Cheyenne and Van are returning from their honeymoon, today. I am very excited. I have started the morning sickness. I am wearing my pj bottoms and a t-shirt. I have my hair up in a ponytail. I am laying on the couch with a blanket. The door swings open and I turn my head and see Van holding Cheyenne bridal style. "Hey, newlyweds. long time no see." I say.

"Hey, Grace. Do you have morning sickness?" "Yeah, I do. It just started today." "Oh boy. So, that's why there is a bucket next to you." "Yep, that's why." Mom comes in and hugs the couple." I am so glad you are home. " she says. I feel the urge to throw up. I pick up the bucket and puke. I put the bucket down and I take a drink of ginger ale.

"How are you doing, sweetie?" Mom asked. "I am doing fine besides throwing up. I am good." I said. "Don't worry, it should be over before you know it." "I hope, it is only day one and I am sick of it." "I am not looking forward to that." Cheyenne says with disgust.

"Well, get a good look and get use to it, because honey it's going to happen to you." I say with sass. They went up the stairs and doing god knows what. I watch tv and then I hear ding from my phone and I look at it.

It is Ayden. Oh great what does he want. "Hey baby, I want you to have an abortion and come back to me."

Of course, he would say that. So, I reply with, "No, I am keeping him/her rather or not you like it. I don't want anything to do with you. So, stay out of my life as long with my child's life." Then I put it down and fall asleep.

After about fifth teen minutes, a door slams close and I jerk awake. It's Dad and Barbara Jean. "Where's your mom?" Dad asked not being so sunshiny. "What crawled up your butt? I am moody too but I am not taking it out on people." I say. "I am not moody. I am just tired." "Boo hoo, I haven't got much sleep either, I have been puking up my guts." I say.

"I am very sorry for what I said the other day, it was wrong and I would love it if we can be a family again." "It will take time to forgive you but I would love to have you back in my life again." We hug and Mom comes in and says, " I knew my idea would work." "Say What?!"
"What do you mean, that your idea worked?" She gave me a blank expression. " I called your father and have you guys talk it out." I then had this smell that was like tuna and I quickly grab the bucket and puked. I am a ticking time bomb.

Any smell can set me off and I puke. I put the bucket down and take a drink of ginger ale and gargle it and swallowed. I then seen Barbara Jean with a TUNA sandwich. She made me throw up.

"Excuse me, Barbara Jean can you please eat in the kitchen the tuna is making me sick?" "Oh sure, honey. I'm sorry I am making you sick with the smell of my sandwich."

"It's okay." She then walk out of the living room. "That was a very nice way to handle that, Gracelyn." Mom said. "Yeah I agree, it shows how mature you are, to handle the situation with such grace." Dad said.

"Thank you. But I think I am just going to head to bed." "Okay, good night, Grace." "Goodnight, mom and Dad." I then took my blanket and bucket and bottle of ginger ale.

I then crawled into my bed and fell asleep.