your mom wants to talk to you." I take the phone.
"Hey mom, how are you?"
"Oh sweetheart, I'm fine. I was just calling to see if you and Hanger would like to come to dinner Sunday?" I just got an idea with a sly smile on my face and reply.
"Yeah, that sounds good. See you then. I love you mom."
"I love you too, see you Sunday." Hanger's looking at me with narrowed eyes.
"What did you agree to?"
"We are going to dinner at my parents on Sunday. I think we should bring Writer with us." He drops his head so I can't see the smile I know he's got, and he starts shaking his head.
It took some convincing but here we are. The three of us standing on my parent's door step. Before I open the door Writer taps my shoulder. " Are you sure it's okay that I'm here?"
"Yes. You will love my family. They are really good people." He nods his head, and I open the door.
"Mom, Dad?" They come out of the kitchen.
"Hi, sweetheart. Glad you guys could make it." She says while giving me a hug.
" Me too, Mom ." She looks us over and my dad comes up and puts his arm around her.
" I brought one of the guys with us, this is Writer. I've been teaching him how to sign ."
Mom asks " Is he deaf?"
" Yeah, but nobody ever taught him A.S.L. So I have been and I thought that it would be good for him to meet other people that know how to sign ." My dad steps forward.
" That was nice of you. The more the merrier ." He reaches his hand for the guys to shake, he shakes both Hanger and Writers hands and continues to sign. " It's nice to meet you, Writer. I'm Grant and this is my wife Sophia. I'm glad you could make it."
"It's nice to meet you both. Thanks for having me. Zoey's been really great for teaching me A.S.L." He says with a smile.
My mom replies, " Why don’t you make yourselves at home. The food will be ready in just a little bit."
"Mom, where's Ever?"
"She's in her room. Go and get her, would you?" I lead the guys into the living room and they sit on the couch.
"I'll be right back."
I get to her room and flip the switch for the light to let her know someone is at her door. She opens the door the rest of the way. As soon as she sees me she smiles and throws her arms around me pulling me into her room, and shuts the door. " How are you, sis? I see all the bruises are gone, you look good."
"I feel great, I'm doing good."
"How's it living with all those bikers?" She starts laughing.
"It's a lot of fun actually. I love it there and I love all the guys. I want to tell you something though before we go down there." She narrows her eyes at me.
"Well, what is it?"
"I brought one of the other guys with us. I wanted you to meet him, he's deaf and I started teaching him how to sign."
Her eyes go wide, "Are you kidding me. What does he look like? He's not old is he?" I double over because I’m laughing so hard. Once I get back upright. I wipe my eyes.
"You think I would bring an old guy for you to meet? He is far from old. He's young, tattooed and has some piercings. His name is Writer. Be nice to him." She just nods.
We make our way down the hallway, and when she sees him. She grabs my arm and pulls me back.
"You didn't tell me he was so fucking hot, Zoey!"
"You assumed he was old. So why would I tell you he was hot?"
"OMG! It is your sisterly duty to tell me there is a HOT guy in our house! I can't go in there looking like this. I'll be out in a few minutes. I hate you for this."
"Well hurry up and I love you too." She turns with a smile on her face and runs back to her room. I go into the living room "Ever will be out in a minute."
While we are waiting for Ever, I take the guys through the kitchen onto the back deck. There is a patio table and chairs, since my dad is grilling we will eat out here. My parents are going in and out of the house adding food to the grill. When the sliding doors open, I look over and there's my sister. I wave my hand to get Writers attention, when he looks at me I point to the doors. She changed from her
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