the deaf boy |gallavich|

part 6

Once Ian and I had sex for the first time it’s like we can’t stop. At least once a day Ian is either at my house or I’m at his. And I know it’s been driving my sister insane along with his sister too. Although Fiona is happy we’re together-and Mandy- she is not so happy with the fact that Ian and I clear out the house for a good hour to an hour and a half everyday. But how I see it is that she gets some time to spend with the kids in the park or wherever she takes them. Currently Ian is smoking next to the window staring at me. Even though my back is facing him I can tell he’s staring at me with a burning gaze. I turn over with a small smile knowing Ian would look away blushing after being caught. I tap his leg with my foot to get his attention. “ hey, come here I wanna cuddle” I sign with that same smile “ ok but I’m the big spoon” I nod before turning back to my side. He slides in behind me, wrapping his arm around my waist. With his thumb rubbing against my side I slowly drift asleep.

*a few hours later *

I wake up slowly to the feel of Ian’s lips pressing against my shoulders in quick sessions, little pecks across. Smiling I wrap my hand around his head, tangling my fingers in the soft, red curls. “Mmm...Ian” I mumble into the pillow hoping he hears me. He blows as soft breath against my neck so I’m assuming he heard me. I turn around to face him before peppering his face with soft kisses. His face slowly breaks out into a grin huffing out a laugh. I lean back a little before being my hands to where he can see them. “ I love you so much” “ I love you to Mick, my little soft baby” “ bitch I’m not soft” “ oh but you are, you’re my soft little thug, but you’re only soft to me, which I love oh so much” “ okay maybe I’m a little soft for you, but only for you” I sign before kissing his forehead. We get up shortly after that to go over to my house so we can eat with my mom and sister. “Hey skank” I sign to Mandy “Hey asswipe” she replies before pulling me into a hug.

*

Graduation was just a few weeks away when we got Ian’s acceptance letter to the university of Chicago. He got into their asl interpretation program. Yes I’m aware Ian already knows asl but with this course he’ll have a degree to where he can get a legitimate job working as an interpreter. He’s been mine for years, but now he might get paid for it. Once we graduate Ian and I get a shitty little apartment not too far from the neighborhood. We'd been saving up for awhile before we graduated because even before we got together we planned on moving in together along with Mandy. With all three of us putting our money together we could afford a little two bedroom shithole a little closer to the west side than the south side. When classes started up for Ian, I started waking up with him to help make breakfast and spend a little time with him before we go our separate ways for the day. With Ian having three classes a day and me working a full time job we don't really get to see each other until at the earliest 5pm. We make it work though. Ian and I decided that we were going to start saving a little bit each month to get a better place. Ian got a job at patsy's just to chip in but it also helped him stay busy, which helps with his bipolar.

When I wake up Ian is still sleeping, he looks so at peace and calm. I don't bother waking him knowing that he'll get up once he smells the coffee I'm about to put on. Making coffee has been one of my morning tasks while Ian makes breakfast. Not even 5 minutes after I put the coffee on Ian is walking out of our bedroom and into our kitchen. “Morning, sleepyface” I sign with a smile “Mornin, love” Ian replies before getting a mug -his favorite mug- for his coffee. We drink our coffee in silence before working our way to the bathroom to shower together like we do every morning.

After we both were ready for the day I went to work and Ian stayed at home until he had to leave for class.

IAN: Have a good day at work, love you baby :3
MICKEY: I love you too, do well in your classes <3

I pocket my phone and get back under this 1988 chevy S10 that I’ve been working on for a few days. (A/N: I actually own a 88 S10 and am currently replacing the heater core in it) Someone taps my leg trying to get my attention. Rolling out from under the truck I notice it’s the desk clerk. I raise my eyebrow in question knowing he doesn’t sign. He looks down at his phone and types something before handing the phone to me. Rolling my eyes I take it and read that there is a deaf customer that needs help and he can’t help them.