We Are Married Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Being cozy with her in front of me. We’re supposed to be married.” His expression didn’t change. “We are married.” “You know what I mean. The contract doesn’t make us… all the things. But it does say we don’t date other people. We don’t sleep with other people.” He blinked, very slowly. “I know what the contract says.” He said.

Five more days of pretending we were still married. And then, God willing, a lifetime of making it real again.

“You don’t remember. But your soul does.” “What—” He steps closer. Too close. I feel his breath on my skin. Then he whispers the one thing I never expected to hear again today. “Luna… please marry me.” My jaw drops. “What is wrong with everyone today?!” “It’s not today,” he says softly. “It’s destiny.” “I just met you!” “You were always meant to be mine.” “Nope.” I step back. “Goodbye.” I turn to leave, but he catches my wrist—gentle, yet firm.

"Let's just get married." "Huh?" ***

We're prisoners in our own home three days after our wedding. Tbc.

anyone. We could've been married..... But is that even possible?

But at least we are together now and we're happy. For three years, we have been Secretly Married but now, we will soon be having a child. This is not yet the end of our journey, but the beginning... I know eventually, everything will get better because we have our family, our loving members... And we have each other. - The end -

“I have something I need to tell you.” “Ok sweetie,” he says as his voice turns serious. “What is it?” “James and I,” I say slowly. “We.. sort of.. got married. To each other.” There’s a pause before he says, “well honey, I’m no expert, but you either did or you didn’t. I don’t think marriage is something you ‘sort of’ do.” “Then we did,” I tell him. “We got married last week.” “They did what!” I hear Mary yell faintly.

she said, doubting my truth. Sliding my phone screen as Rowan kept his gaze on the road, I lowered the screen and captured a snapshot of his well-defined profile. "Yeah. Have a look. We are on our way to the marriage registry. Though he says it's only a contract marriage, we will be married on paper for two years," I briefed Mary. She shrieked and sent me a shocked emoji.

"Yeah, but you said we're waiting until after the baby comes." "Right. But today, we went to the courthouse and got married. Officially." Sam's mouth falls open. "You got married without me?" "It wasn't a real wedding," I say quickly. "It was just paperwork. We signed some papers that make us legally married, but we're still going to have the real wedding later with you and Janet and everyone." "So you're married married now?" "Yes." "But you're still going to have the party wedding?" "Yes." Sam considers this. "Can I tell people you're married?"