We Are Married Mga Nobela at Kwento

, he asked directly staring into my soul. I was already wasted two days and I don’t want to lose any more. I didn’t think much before confessing him. “Wife and husband " , I muttered slowly yet confidently that only he could hear it. His eyes twinkled in happiness,"So no more SINGLES we are ?” I nodded my head shyly ,"Yes only MARRIED”,I whispered breathlessly. “Everyone just close your eyes , I want to wish my wife PROPERLY ", he passed order slyly and they all obeyed like school children.

“This thing we have going between us. What if we made it real?” His question shot me up into a sitting position, my pulse spiking as I looked at him as though he had lost his head. “What?” Theon sat up as well, much calmer than I was “We are already married, and the contract doesn’t have an expiration date or any clause about divorce in the contract we signed. What if we just forgot that the contract existed and made it real?” “I don’t need to ask. You’ve lost your mind” I breathed out.

“Mabes is my wife. We obviously did what a married couple should do.” “Pfft!”

Lucien says. "We did." "How does it feel? Being my wife?" "Terrifying. Perfect. Right." "All three?" "Always all three." He kisses me again. Longer this time. No officiant to interrupt. No ceremony to complete. Just us. Married. When we break apart, Ivy barrels into us. "You're married! I have a mom now! Like officially-officially!" I scoop her up. "You had a mom already. This just makes it legal." "Legal is good. Legal means forever. Right?"

She kept those promises, but with someone else. I grabbed a pair of scissors. Without hesitation, I cut the photo in half and carefully packed my half away. Since I was leaving, I wasn't going to leave even the smallest trace of myself behind. Once everything was done, I placed the signed separation agreement right on the coffee table. We never registered our marriage, but with all our finances mixed together over the years, it felt right to leave something in writing. I picked up my luggage and walked out the door without a single glance back.

Finally at peace. This was it. This was honeymoon. This was beginning. This was everything we fought for. Two weeks. Just us. No drama. No stress. No obligations. Just being. Just loving. Just existing together. Could not wait. Could not imagine anything better. Could not be happier. We were married. We were in Maldives. We were together. And that was perfect. Absolutely perfect. Everything.

Hell, we do more dirty things together. “So, does our marriage actually count as a marriage?” It didn't quite make sense but it made a lot of sense to me. “What do you mean? We are legally married, Eliana. Of course it counts.” I kept silent, picking a tiny piece of egg left on my plate and munched on it. “Then why haven't we consummated our marriage?” He choked on his water and I fought back my laughter. “What are we? Back in the 1700’s? We're married, love. Besides, now is not the right time—”

I can’t wait for the day we walk down the aisle as a married couple. That day is closer than we know it. ****