Perfectly Imperfect 1

34- You Have a Brother, Cal

KAYLA:

I frowned, watching as Cal moved around his mini cinema, rearranging and fluffing up the cushions before we started our movie. I hadn't mentioned Evan to Cal at all, but I had this nagging feeling in me that I was going to have to broach the subject very soon.

Especially after what Aiden had said. Call me crazy, but I still get the heebediejeebies when I think about what had happened. And the way he paused dangerously when he said 'brother'.

"Hello? Earth to Kayla?"

I blinked. Cal was standing there, a bowl of homemade popcorn in his hand, his hand slightly cocked.

"Oh sorry. I just, erm..." I took a deep breath. "Cal, can we... talk?"

Cal snickered before putting down the bowl of popcorn. Striding over towards me, he reached for my hands and pulled me into the room, shutting the doors softly behind him.

"You know babe, the one sentence that guys all over the world unanimously hate to hear from their girlfriends is 'We need to talk." And you've sprung it up on me twice today. But you know what?" Cal asked, settling me down on a luxurious sofa before curling himself up next to me. "I don't really mind. The first time it led to..." he gave me a quick peck on my lips, stroking my hair. "That, which was bloody brilliant, and this time... well, the second time's the charm, isn't it?" Cal said, his eyes twinkling mischievously.

I wasn't in the mood for jokes, though. I wrung my hands and stared determinedly at a spot on the carpet.

"Cal... I know this is going to sound weird, but... how many siblings do you have?"

Cal laughed. "Kayla, what's up? You know as well as I do that I have... or is it had? Whatever. Anyway, its... or is it was..." He chuckled. "...Donovan, me, and that brat, Bethany. There're three of us! Are you feeling well?"

I paused, trying to word my thoughts carefully.

"Cal... have you ever watched the Parent Trap?"

"Hey, you have to understand that I was... what... 5? I didn't know any better, and Donovan always had a thing for sappy chick-flicks. But to answer your question, yeah, I have watched it. Twins separated at birth, reunited a decade later, blah blah..."

"Do... Uhm... Have you ever thought... you know, when you were a kid or something... that... well, you had a twin or something? Or you were exchanged at birth.... Stuff along that lines, you know?"

Cal looked at me strangely.

"Why should I? Listen, if you think I got sent to the wrong family, I'm afraid I'm gonna have to squash that little fantasy out of your mind. Don't think I haven't thought about it. I did a paternity test when I was 14, convinced that there was no way in hell I belonged to such a dysfunctional family, but the test came back positive. I am my father's son," Cal said, running his fingers through his hair.