A/N: This is a short oneshot I wrote ages ago for two of my OCs, Luke and Celeste. I posted this a while ago, but I only linked it to the Fictionpress version of it, so I'm re-posting it with the full version because I'm trying to clear up my tumblr so all my fics are on there in full.
Anyway, here it is.
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“The … detective … saw … his … opportunity,” Luke Pine read slowly before stopping and looking up at his wife. “Do I have to?”
“Yes,” Celeste groaned. “I want to help you with this. You need to start reading books and not depend on me to read them for you.”
Luke bit his lip and leant back in his chair, looking back down at the children’s book. “The detective saw his… Opportunity, he was closing in on the man who stole the jew-- The jewel- Wellery- Jew-wel….”
“Jewellery, Luke. Say jewellery for me.”
“I don’t want to do this!” Luke snapped. “It’s spelt differently in the US and I have dyslexia and dyslexics are people too.”
“Teople poo,” Celeste grinned.
“You. Shut up,” Luke grumbled, putting the book down on the desk and kissing Celeste. Celeste smiled and kissed him back, sliding over to Luke’s chair and looping her arms around his neck.
“Still not letting you out of it,” Celeste mumbled between kisses, and Luke pulled back with a groan.
“Baby, why don’t we watch Star Trek again. C’mon. Original Series. William Shatner. I’ll make you pancakes and we can marathon it for the next 4 hours.”
“As much as I’d love to watch you attempt pancakes for the squillionth time, you have to learn how to read properly and I refuse to be married to a man who lost his job because he couldn’t tell the difference between a cappuccino and a frappuccino.”
Luke gave an offended gasp. “Oh my god. That was Starbucks. I was 16. And people were yelling at me to hurry up, what do you really expect?”
Celeste grinned and kissed his cheek before hopping off Luke’s lap and giving the abandoned book back to him. “I’m going to go shopping and exceed the credit card limit, and you’re going to stay here and text me about what happens to Larry the Detective.”
“Sweetie, honey, babe,” Luke started, but Celeste had already blown him a kiss goodbye, grabbed her bag and coat and waltzed out the door.
Luke groaned and laid back in his chair, looking down at the picture book. Larry the Detective Catches a Robber. His nephew, six, could read harder things.
“Larry the Detective,” He read out slowly, returning to the book. He flipped to the next page.
“In the small and quiet town of Will…eee…ams…burg. Williamsburg. In the small and quiet town of Williamsburg there lived a detective named Larry and his dog Seter Pimon. PETER. Simmons. No. Simon. Peter. Simon. Peter Simon. Larry and Peter Simon.”
Luke pulled out his phone and texted Celeste.
“Larry has a dog called Peter Simon.”
She replied a moment later.
“Uh huh, baby, I’ve levelled up in Kim K Hollywood and you’re only up to page 2. Keep reading.”
Luke sighed and turned his phone off before returning to Larry, Peter Simon, and the small town of Williamsburg,
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Slap.
“Luke.”
Slap.
“Luke.”
Slap.
“LUKE.”
A pause, and then a freezing cold ice cube slid down Luke’s spine, making him wake up with a shriek and a word he shouldn’t have said.
He was slumped over the desk, his book opened to page twenty-one. (He had six pages left: Larry and Peter Simon had yet to receive a medal from the major of Williamsburg.) Celeste was standing over him, an ice cube tray in one hand and three huge plastic bags in her other. She was wearing a new coat and a new pair of jeans, and she’d retouched her makeup. Luke gave a soft groan and looked over to the clock: 6:41pm. It’d been four and a half hours since Celeste had left.
“Larry and Seter Pimon caught the wobbuh rodder robber. Rob…ber,” Luke quickly mumbled, finishing with a loud yawn before looking up at his wife, waiting for her to make a smart comment.
She didn’t - instead, she sat down next to him, pulled him back to lean against her chest and ran her fingers through his messy hair. Luke smiled and took his wife’s hand, bringing it up to his lips to kiss her knuckles.
“Dumbass,” Celeste mumbled. “Can’t believe I married an illiterate man.”
“Dyslexic,” Luke corrected absentmindedly. “I can read. And write. Just badly. And I almost finished the book.”
Celeste grinned. “You know what this means?”
“Star Trek marathon for the next four hours?”
“SPACE HUSBANDS,” Celeste shrieked, and Luke laughed.
So I have a bunch of characters and yeah I like to write stuff for them, and I finally decided to upload something, yay! This is just a short oneshot about two of my darlings, Luke and Celeste, and how Celeste helps her dyslexic husband to read.
I originally handed this up for an English editing assignment, but I really liked it and it took me ages to research the basics of dyslexia and-- Well, I hope you like it.
PS: I don't describe what the characters look like, so if you're confused, Luke is tall, blonde and green-eyed and is generally your average skinny 27 year old male. Celeste is tall (but just a bit shorter than Luke), also blonde, blue-eyed and has an hourglass figure.
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"The ... detective ... saw ... his ... opportunity," Luke Pine read slowly before stopping and looking up at his wife. "Do I have to?"
"Yes," Celeste groaned. "I want to help you with this. You need to start reading books and not depend on me to read them for you."
Luke bit his lip and leant back in his chair, looking back down at the children's book. "The detective saw his … opportunity, he was closing in on the man who stole the jew-The jew- wellery- jew-well..."
