Seeing you again wasn't his plan; it was his grandfather's. The breakup was horrible, and he knew he could never face you again. But there he was, back at Lake Wisteria, at your door. God, the thought of seeing you again twisted something in his stomach. Though he played it off. It was what he was best at.

After being rejected by you again to even come in and learning you had a kid that wasn't even yours, but your sister's, he went out for a drink. He knew he shouldn't have, but he did. Then, with no one or where to turn to and a reluctance to stay anywhere else, Cal was back at your door. Not even at the door, no, this time he was slouched against the table at the entrance.

"There you are," Cal said with a sloppy smile, with absolute disregard for the little child sleeping in the house.