*~*Reagan's POV*~*
Monday, after being in our own places for about two weeks, give or take a day or two, I got a call from Dad. He was cheerful and in good spirits, but I am not sure how much of that was true or if it was just an act.
"Hey, son!" He sounded so jovial when I answered the phone.
"Hey, Dad, what's up?" I was walking back toward the condo with the others, and I noticed that they had a call as well. Well, Luka did and the others were listening in.
"Well, you've been gone for a couple of weeks, you've had a full week of school already, a lot has happened for you. We know that it's been busy and hectic, but your mom and I wanted to have you and your sister over for dinner tonight. Abigail is going to make all of your favorites." At the mention of food that wasn't store bought, premade or delivery, I was already drooling. I could remember all the glorious meals that I had eaten when I was at home, and it was truly the one thing that I missed so much.