We Are Married Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Silly... Of course, I want more than that, Aurora. Look, I can marry you again anytime and anywhere even if we were still married to each other. I will marry you if that's what you want my wife..." I stared at him in confusion. "Excuse me? What do you say? I mean, what do you mean?" He kissed my forehead. "We still bond with each other, sweetheart. Nothing has changed because we are still married to each other," "Huh?" "We are still a husband and wife. I did not pursue the annulment of our marriage. You are still my wife, and I am still your husband." "H-how come? But you and I have already signed the annulment papers, right?"

“If you say so. Still crazy. I mean, you two aren’t even married yet!” You two aren’t even married yet! The word “married” seems to expand to a large enough size to take up the whole room. Married. I can picture bits and pieces of my life with Spencer when I close my eyes. Raising Jason–and potentially many children of our own–together. Dinners, holidays, cherished celebrations. The marital bed. Spencer and I are mates. We share a life. We’ve declared our love for each other over and over again. I can’t imagine either of us ever ending up with anyone else.

And for the first time in my life, everything feels entirely certain. We are married.

"Let’s get married.” ___________

"I thought you said you don't link personal life to work life. I mean, since I'm now your dear wife, I'm supposed to be, like, jobless, right? You know, indirectly fired." His eyes narrowed and he stalked towards me. "First of all, dear wife, I am not your husband. A marriage intended for divorce in the future is not a marriage at all; we had that silly ceremony because it's necessary. Second of all, if you have a very functional memory, you were my secretary and the month isn't over yet. So your salary isn't paid yet. Nothing has changed and that clause remains: I don't link my personal life to my work life."

"Do you think we'll ever get married again?" Mari shifts so I roll onto my side until we're facing each other. "Is it important to you for us to be married again?" I shrug. "I don't know how I feel about it. We already do everything together. We live in the same house, we have a schedule we keep, we're raising the kids together." "And we still have the same last name."

to not have to be mean all the time? "Let's take pictures in front of the shark exhibit." He said as he took out his phone. After taking selfie pictures, Tyler asked a guy to take a picture of us. That guy asked, "Are you two friends or dating?" Without a delay, Tyler answered, "We're married." "Then pose like one. Why are you standing like you're enlisting for the military? Stand closer." Tyler moved closer to me and whispered, "It's for a picture." And put his hand over my shoulder.

I asked, presuming the worst. "No," he said, amusement audible in his voice. "We have… a different type of work to do." "Like what?" My mind restlessly processed through the issues I might have forgotten about. "Our wedding." He chuckled. "Oh…" Was it weird that I stopped thinking about the fact that we needed to actually get married to become husband and wife? Contractual married looked a whole lot simpler in romances and dramas. Two people went to the registry office, signed papers, got their stamps, and were married. Aren needed proof that our relationship was genuine, although I still wasn't sure how far he was willing to go to prove that. Luckily, we had no problems with our intimacy an

"We will give our marriage another try." . . . __________________