Finding Eden (A Sign of Love Novel)(120)

I sighed, relaxing. "Evil," I said.
"Are you making fun of me?"
"Kind of, yeah."
I leaned back and took his face in my hands again, my eyes roaming over his handsome features. "You're not even a very mean drunk," I said. "I think you're failing epically if your master plan is to follow in your father's footsteps."
Calder paused and then started laughing softly. "This can't be funny," he said, grimacing. "There's nothing funny about this. It's only tragic and awful." He fell back on the bed. I lay down next to him and stared up at the ceiling.
"Sometimes tragic and awful can be funny, too. Sometimes it has to be."
We stared up at the textured ceiling for a few minutes. Finally, Calder said, "It's not that it's my master plan to become like my father. But what if . . . what if I can't help turning into him?" He shuddered. "What if it's just my destiny?"
I took in a deep, cleansing breath of air. "Someone tried to tell me what my destiny was once. I knew in my heart it wasn't true. It felt wrong. I don't think other people get to tell us what our destiny is, Calder. Do you feel in your heart your destiny is to be an evil, disgusting monster?"
He sighed and then was quiet for a minute. "No."
"No," I confirmed. "Not possible. I've known you all my life. I know you through and through, Calder Raynes. Not possible."
He was quiet for a minute. "That's not even my real name."
"Kieran Reed," I said quietly, recalling. I frowned up at the ceiling, wondering if I could get used to calling him by another name.
He shook his head next to me. "I'd never take that name."
"Then Calder it is."
"I guess so."
We were quiet for a minute. "I'm not even really that drunk," he said. "I like the Coke more than I like the rum."
I snorted softly and reached down between us and took his hand in mine. We lay like that for a few minutes. I didn't look over at him, but I thought he'd probably fallen asleep so I was surprised when he spoke. "I do have to say that I'm epic at one thing at least."
"What's that?"
"Getting you knocked up."
I raised my eyebrows and stared over at him. He looked at me and we both started laughing at the same time. "True enough," I said.
Calder grinned, his eyes still slightly glazed over and heavy lidded. "I'm a badass when it comes to knocking you up," he said, looking overly pleased with himself. And then he promptly fell off the bed.
I looked over the side to see him staring up at me with a shocked look on his face and I tilted my head back and laughed so hard I thought I'd pee my pants. I fell back on the bed gripping my waist and howling with laughter, part hilarity, part hysteria. And for some reason, it felt just as good as crying. It was a release, and one I needed.
Calder pounced on me and I laughed harder and so did he until we couldn't laugh any more. We lay on our sides, face to face, getting a hold of our breathing and letting the laughter fade. "I love you so much," he said, pushing my hair out of my face.
"I love you, too," I said.
"Hey, Eden," Calder mumbled after a minute.
"Yeah?" I whispered.
He sucked his bottom lip into his mouth and worried his brow. "You remember how you said that at the end, in that cellar, there was love? And that maybe that's where God was?" I nodded.
"Well," he continued, sadness flooding his expression. "When I was tied to that pole, when my father . . ." He sucked in a shaky breath.
"Yes?" I whispered, putting one hand on his cheek and smoothing my thumb over his cheekbone.