We Are Getting Married Novels & Stories

he asked slowly, "why are we at a courthouse?" I took a deep breath, the weight of the moment settling over me. "We’re here to get married, Troy." His eyes widened, the shock on his face unmistakable.

Who wants this as much as I do. "She's amazing," I say quietly. "She is. And she's about to be officially yours." "Officially-officially." "That phrase is never going away, is it?" "Never. It's part of our family vocabulary now." Wednesday arrives. We dress professionally. Like we're going to court. Which eventually we will be. Marcus meets us at his office. Smiles warmly. "Congratulations on the marriage. Ready to expand the family officially?" "More than ready," I say.

We were already legally married. Weren’t we?

” Jackson ~”It is our wedding day. I look at the clock and it is ten minutes past midnight. He is right, today I am getting married.

He smiled, placing the ring on my finger gently, I watched the ring sparkling, he had a huge diamond in the middle, it was just perfect! The place erupts into applauses and joyful cheers, I then remembered we weren’t the only people in the room, looking at them still touched of all what just happened. We are officially engaged, and after two weeks will get married, in front of people of course, none of this is real.

His arms wrapped around me, tight and desperate. “Don’t leave again,” he murmurs into my hair. “Please. I can’t... I can’t do this without you.” “I’m not leaving. I’m right here.” I cupped his face, forcing him to look at me. “We’re getting married in eleven days. And then we’re going to figure out how to be married for real. No contract. No exit clause. Just us, figuring it out as we go.” “That’s terrifying.” “I know. But we’ll do it together.”

“What if I tell you that I don’t want to wait for a few more months to get married to you? What if I tell you that there’s a priest on standby who can officiate the ceremony if you say yes right now?” I blinked. “Grayson, are you serious?” He nodded. “Very serious.” “Okay, let’s do it!” I said firmly. “Are you sure?” Grayson asked, looking at me in anticipation. “I’m sure. I don’t want to wait either,” I confessed. “The last two weeks with you have been amazing, and I want to get married to you as soon as possible.” Grayson smiled. “Okay… let’s do it.” As we walked into the hall, Grayson and I got separated. We had to talk to our guests and welcome them.

A text that read, “We are excited to share that we’re engaged! Gideon proposed to Cecelia on November 25th at Central Park. We’re so grateful for the love and support from our friends and family and can’t wait to celebrate our wedding in 2026.” She started, “Wanted to show you in person.” “I'm getting married.” She announced.

I don't even have a wedding dress. "You can wear whatever you want." His fingers tap on the keyboard as soon as those leave his mouth. "You don't care much about this, do you? Then why are we even getting married?" This is frustrating, "Nevermind. I know. You love your money. Okay." Five hours later both of us are on Microsoft Teams meeting with the clerk to finalise everything. By 3.45pm we are officially man and wife. "Give me your hand." "Why? What else do you want me to sign?" I reply boringly.

I mumbled and took a seat beside Ivan, ready for the American Mum Inquisition. "So, he was just telling me the wedding's in a week from now. Don't you think it's too fast?" My mum asked, plopping down on the couch across ours. I opened my mouth to speak but Ivan cut me off. "Ma'am, we've known each other for a while now and we think it's time to make our, uh, relationship legal." I turned my head to him and said slowly. "Yes, Ivan. Legal." He arched an eyebrow at me and I huffed under my breath, turning my face away from him.