BECA'S POV

"Yeah sweetie, come on in and I'll go get him," she smiles lets me in and goes to get my dad.

I try not to roll my eyes at her. She's nice and she really tries to make things work between us. I've just always had trouble being nice to her, but I'm going to try to be nicer to her. I can't blame her for my parents not being able to work things out. She had nothing to do with them divorcing, they met about a year after and dad hasn't left her side yet. I can see she makes him really happy, and that's all that matters, right?

"Beca.. Honey is everything okay?" Dad's voice is laced with nothing but concern, and it makes me feel bad that if I come to him its only when something is wrong.

"Nah, dad, everything is okay. Well I mean Chloe is in the hospital, but I'm sure you heard about that?"

"I heard. How is she doing? She's going to be alright isn't she?"

I just look at him for a moment before I crash into his chest, gripping onto him. I feel him stiffen for half a second before he hold me close to him.

"She's going to be just fine," I mumble into his chest, and I don't think he actually heard me so I pull away and look him in the eyes. "She's going to be okay. She'll be okay."

"Yeah? That's great baby. How are you though?" He asks me as I push myself back into his arms.

"I don't know. I mean I'm glad she's okay, but when I found out.. I thought I was going to lose her. I don't think I can handle losing her. All that made me think of you, and how we aren't close anymore. We used to be so close dad, and then I pushed you away. What if I lost you? I know I can't handle losing you. I've been so mad at you over the divorce and it's ridiculous. I've been a bitch to your wife, who is the nicest lady. She loves you and she tries so hard to make nice with me when I've always pushed her away. I've never had a real reason to do that, and I hate it. I want to make things right, I want to make things better. With you and with her. I want us to be close again dad," I finish with a broken sob and my dad pulls me even closer into him.

"It's okay honey. It's okay. We can fix this, we can fix us. I'm here. It's okay," he shushes me repeatedly as I break down in his arms.

I leave an hour later with red puffy eyes but feeling much better that I have attempted to fix my relationship with my father. When I get back into Chloe's room, she's asleep but I know Aubrey notices the way I look. She gives me a questioning look to which I give her a smile and a thumbs up saying all is well. She nods to me and goes back to the book she has been attempting to read since we got in here the other night.

I sit in my chair next to Chloe's bed and gently grab her hand, she lightly squeezes back in her sleep and I can't help but smile. I still have Chloe, Aubrey and I are becoming closer everyday, and I'm working on letting my father back in. I always felt like he left me when he left my mom. In a way, he did, but really, he didn't. When he left my mom, he constantly tried to talk to me or do something with me, but I pushed him away. I ignored his calls, his texts, and him when he tried to visit. My dad was my world growing up, and then he couldn't be with my mother anymore. I took that as him not waiting to be with me either so I pushed him away and built up a wall to block him out.

Today I am destroying those walls.