Emma Watson Oneshots/Imagines

Emails

(Y/n) and Emma were sat in bed, Emma checking her email and (Y/n) on his phone. Michael was already asleep in his room since he had school the next morning. Emma had gotten an email from Michael's teacher, since he hadn't been doing very well in school compared to the other kids.

"(Y/n), we need to talk. Look what Michael's teacher sent me." Emma told him, moving the computer so he could read the email. After skimming through it, (Y/n) picked up a few key points. Michael had a harder time reading and he was frequently getting distracted.

"Okay. He's only five, don't all five-year old's have a hard time reading?" (Y/n) asked, handing the computer back to Emma. "No. She said Michael is the only one. I've been working on it though; I've been trying to help him when I read to him. I try having him read a page or two but it's just not working. He doesn't pick any of it up." Emma sighed, worried for her son. "Maybe you just have to keep trying. It'll stick eventually?" (Y/n) stated, but more as a question. "Maybe. She also said he gets distracted often and forgets to do his work. I'm worried for him (Y/n), this isn't good. If he can't get through kindergarten how is he going to get through the next few years?" Emma asked concerned. (Y/n) shrugged his shoulders before responding, "I don't know Em. Maybe if you keep reading with him he'll pick a few things up?" (Y/n) told her, Emma nodding in agreement.

As Emma kept talking, most of it was how worried she was for him, (Y/n) realized something. Both Michael and (Y/n) have a harder time reading, and have trouble staying on topic. (Y/n) could connect both of those things to his Adhd and dyslexia, so maybe Michael has it too? "Emma. I think I figured it out. What's going on with Michael." He told her, Emma looking at him in curiosity. "What?" Emma asked, hoping she could do something to either help or fix whatever was going on.

"What if he has adhd and dyslexia? It makes sense, harder time reading and getting distracted often." He explained, Emma's face turning into a shocked look. "How did we not think of that sooner? It all makes sense now!" Emma exclaimed, a relieved sigh escaping from her. Both her and (Y/n) sent each other a smile, and Emma glanced over at the different pictures of her and her son that were located on her nightstand before writing a response to Michael's teacher. Both parents went to bed shortly after, happy they had an idea of what was going on and eager to know how they could help him in the future.

(Hi besties I would like to point out that I know nothing about children and every time I write about Michael I get my information about babies from my neighbors next door because they have little kids around that age or it's stuff I remember my parents telling me so don't expect these to be accurate.)