“I know. She called me yesterday and left a message on my machine. I didn’t get it until late. I thought I’d come by to fix her breakfast.”
Start as you mean to go on had been the adage his uncle Hal had been fond of. Good advice.
“We can make it together. I was just heading to the kitchen,” he said.
Cal saw no reason to leave just because Chloe had arrived.
“How’s Zoe?” she asked.
“Slept through the night, I think.”
Chloe looked so much like Zoe Cal was continually fascinated. They even wore their hair in the same style. Didn’t most twins try to look different from each other? Or were they so used to the similarity they didn’t notice it?
“Sleep’s the best thing. I’ll help with breakfast and you and I can get to know each other better,” she said, taking off her jacket.
Cal felt a spark of amusement at her challenge. He had no siblings but recognized the loyalty of a family bond when he saw it.
“Sounds like a plan.”
By the time pancakes and sausages had been prepared, Cal knew Chloe a bit better. She seemed easier to get along with than Zoe, but maybe she was on her best behavior. Also, he wasn’t married to her and trying to get her to give in to his idea of sharing an apartment.
When the food was ready, Chloe went to check on her sister. She returned a moment later.
“She’s awake and hungry, which is good. Sometimes she doesn’t eat for two or three days.”
He took a plate and piled pancakes and sausage on it.
“She’s hungry, but not that much,” Chloe said with a smile, taking off a couple of pancakes and one link of sausage.
“You look like Zoe when you do that,” he commented.
“I prefer to think she looks like me,” she replied, lifting the tray and heading for her sister’s room.
When she returned a short time later, Cal had finished his coffee.
“I’m heading home to change and get a few things. Will you stay with her until I get back?”
“You don’t need to come back, I’ll stay the weekend. Gabe is away.”
“I’ll be back as soon as I pick up a few things,” he said, deliberately leaving his laptop on the table and heading out a few moments later.
Chloe prepared a cup of coffee and wandered back to her sister’s room. Zoe had eaten half the food and was curled up staring out the window.
“That man is determined to act the role of husband,” Chloe said, sitting carefully on the foot of the bed.
“Cal? Is he still here?”
“No, he left. But he’s coming back. And I’m not sure I’d try to keep him out when he does.”
Zoe made a face.
“He gets this strong sense of responsibility. I told him I could manage on my own. I thought he was going to Richmond this weekend to start winding up his uncle’s affairs.”
Zoe told Chloe about Cal’s uncle and a brief history of his childhood.
“Sounds like you’re his family now,” Chloe mused.
“Just until I have a baby. If I can’t conceive, then he’ll look elsewhere.”