Chapter 1

Roger's brown eyes were hidden behind clenched lids as the bright strobe light of his alarm clock flashed around the room. He sighed and reached over his petite wife of five years and flicked the annoying light off. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and then looked at Joyce, her head buried under the blankets, so the light didn't wake her up. He chuckled and pulled the blanket from her blonde curls and saw her shake her head no.

Eventually, Joyce rolled over and glared at him with the sea-green eyes that melted his heart every time he looked at her. His hands came up and he told her, "You have to stop hiding under the blankets. You will be late for work tomorrow. It will be your first day Not a good impression." He raised his eyebrows and smirked.

Joyce sighed and rolled her eyes at him. Her fingers and hands moved as she signed back to her husband. "You have made me get up at 5am for the last two weeks, to prepare me for waking up early... I want to sleep in this morning." She stuck out her tongue and grabbed the blankets.

As she attempted to pull them over her head to shut out her husband, he pulled them away from her and off the bed. "Argh " she muttered and glared at him.

Roger laughed and winked at her. "I will make it worth your time," he signed back to her. His finger trailed over the collar of her pajamas. His blue eyes danced as she pouted, but he knew when she slipped her hand into his pajama bottoms and toyed with his cock, she was more then willing to let him try his best.

An hour later Joyce was sleeping again, but this time the smell of her and her husband's climax filled the room. Roger made his way to the shower and was soon clean and in the kitchen making breakfast. It was the vibrations that ran through Joyce's body that finally got her out of bed.

She jumped up and grabbed her robe, the strobe light again was cascading, this time however it was throughout the entire house. She ran to the kitchen. The smell of smoke filled her nostrils as well as the small room. She stood there waving the vile smoke away as Roger tossed burnt toast into the trash alone with a now broken toaster.

She grabbed Roger's arm, released him and then passed the tip of her right index finger down over the flat part of her left hand from her index finger to her little finger and finished with both hands, index fingers pointing away and simultaneously pivoted them with the palms down.

"What happened?" he asked using the same sign. "What does it look like... we need a new toaster." His fingers moved quickly as he pointed to the now smoking trash.

"I will buy one today," Joyce motioned. She pulled out orange juice from the fridge and poured them both a glass. "Do you want to come with me?" she asked.

Roger grinned. "Can I pick what you wear?"

Joyce blushed. "If you want," she answered. Her eyes lifted in amusement as she watched him smile and leave the kitchen... breakfast now forgotten.

A bright red light blinked and Joyce stood up to see who was at her front door. She walked over and peered through the security hole and grinned. When she opened the door, she was almost blown over by the two sets of identical four year olds. "Aunt Joy " Becky shouted and hugged Joyce's right leg. Robin echoed the same sentiment and staked claim to the other leg.

"Girls," their mother called and pulled them off of her sister's leg. "Sorry, Joyce," she signed.

"No worries," Joyce answered back with her hands. She bent down on her knees and hugged the girls before looking at them. "What have you learned?" she asked them. Her mouth never moved, but her hands and eyes did.

Becky grinned and lifted her small fingers. Her index and middle fingers formed the right 'H' sign and then she traced a cross on the upper part of her left arm. "Hospital " she grinned with pride.

"Hospital?" Joyce repeated the word and a look of concern crossed her face. She looked to her sister Abigail and asked. "Why Hospital?"

"Philip, broke his arm when he rode his bike down the hill," Abigail answered. She rolled her eyes and assured her sister that her eight-year-old nephew was fine and that was why he was not with them.

Joyce's attention was pulled away when Robin pulled on her robe. Joyce bent back down and looked at the young girl's brown eyes. "Yes, Robin? What did you learn?"

Robin put together her hands, forming the letter 'A' she placed them together with her thumbs up, then she wiggled them up and down. "Sweetheart " she grinned wide.

"Ohhh... that is a special word," Joyce grinned. She glanced at her sister and saw another rolling look.

Abigail signed, "There is a new boy in her preschool."

"Ohhh... I see," Joyce added, "she's starting early."

The girls were dismissed and allowed to play in the backyard. The sisters followed them out and when Roger found them he gave a customary kiss to Abigail's cheek. "Hello beautiful," he signed.

"Careful, I'm still a recently divorced woman and may snatch you," Abigail said, her fingers moving gracefully just like her deaf sister's did. She smiled over at Joyce and for the thousandths time found herself envious of her baby sister. If she could live one day in Joyce's shoes she wondered if she would miss hearing.

"I would snatch you if Joyce would let me," Roger's fingers moved deftly before winking at his sister-in-law.

Joyce laughed at them both. "Why are you here this morning Abby?"

"I have a date and wanted to invite you and Roger along. I have a sitter for the kids," she asked.

"You need chaperones?" Roger asked.

"She's been without for so long, perhaps we are supposed to protect her date " Joyce signed and then giggled when her sister stuck her tongue out at her.

"That is a family habit, isn't it?" Roger asked.

Abigail and Joyce laughed, simultaneously showing them their tongues.

"Careful... I've never made Abigail use her tongue when she sticks it out at me, but I have you," he moved his hands and then quickly kissed his wife. He made a move to kiss Abigail, but grabbed her cheek instead. He winked and then sat back in his seat. "We will join you and... ?"

"Tucker," Abigail spelled out her date's name.

"Tucker," the deaf couple repeated, memorizing the letters and forming their own way of signaling it between them. Once they agreed they had formed their own sign for the new man's name.