One Shots Book

Mrs.Adler • Frank Adler

teacher! Reader x boat mechanic! Frank

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Nibbling on your nail, you read over your lesson plans for tomorrow since your principal was going to come in and just hang around during ELA instruction time.

Thankfully, your 1st graders are pretty good during ELA.

They love to do cut and glue activities, and most importantly they love to read and do their fundations sounds.

Revising your cutely designed slides for tomorrow, which was Friday already thank goodness, you hear Frank get out of the shower.

It was a long day at the dock for him, he's so sunburnt. But still looks ridiculously handsome. Your office is set across from your guys' bedroom the bathroom being the space in between, so you hop out of your comfy criss cross chair in hopes of meeting him as he walked out.

Your glasses sat at the bridge of your nose, and you were all set for bed. You wanted to wait for Frank to shower with him, as you both always do after a long day but he called to tell you he'd be coming late.

Frank's hair is damp and dripping droplets of water onto his shoulders, as he opens the bathroom door. Not even flinching when you hopped out in front of him after hiding behind the wall, "how do you not get scared?"

"I'm not scared of anything, doll."

"Are you sure?"

"Mhm, I'm sure."

Your friends and family don't understand why you married a man so different from you, Frank is very quiet, reserved and even grumpy. You were bubbly, giggly, and so fun.

Which is why you wanted to be a teacher—for the fun of it of course!

"Hmm," you sigh in despair, "I'll get you one day I suppose." You follow him into the bedroom as he reaches for some new boxers. That's all he sleeps in. He's exhausted you can tell by the look on his handsome face but thankfully he has the day off tomorrow.

The days are long at his job but, Friday's were never worked so that's a plus. "Don't count on it," your husband murmurs, it's not like he's mad at you. It's just the way he is.

You still love and adore him though.

Gently sitting on the edge of the bed, you watch him with a big smile. Already in your pajamas, and admiring his lovely back muscles. Frank looks over his shoulder, his hand holding his towel dangerous low on his waist.

Tossing his boxers over at you, you giggle. Moving to the dresser he grabs his brush and starts to brush his short brown locks out. "I know that face, baby." His deep voice rings in your ears and you hop off the bed and closer to him.

Obviously he knows you want something, when you get all quiet, and revert to staring at him. Not that he doesn't love it, but let's face it, you can talk for yourself and for himself.

"Frank..." You frown, looking at him through the mirror.

"No."

"You didn't even listen to what I was going to say!"

"The answer is no."

"At least hear what I was going to say."

"Don't need to, I'm not doing whatever you think you wanted me to do."

Being a teacher husband comes with great responsibility, Frank has had to do everything as big as rearranging your classroom and as small as laminating your student's works to hang up. Including getting on a ladder to hang those works up too.