We Living Together Novels & Stories

I thought my complexion had already exposed me, but she seems strayed just like I want her to be. I wipe my forehead with the back of my hand and smile warmly at her. “We have finally learned to live together, Mom. You rented that building and locked us up in it,” I even joke. However, it is true. Caden and I have finally learned to live together. I’m afraid we’ve even been too extra. “It’s a good thing I did, though, right?” “It wasn’t a bad idea.” I’m smiling down at the eggs when my phone buzzes on the island.

Everett I'm sitting at the kitchen table, watching Aubrey prepare pancakes for breakfast as a way to celebrate our first year living together. I hadn’t realized this was a tradition, but I’m okay with it. I have my own plans later to mark the occasion. I smile as she dances around, singing badly along to the music playing in the background. I’m more in love with her today than I was a year ago. The past year living together has been amazing—I never thought I’d be this happy. Waking up beside her, falling asleep together, and sharing dinner every night are my favorite parts. I cherish how we spend all our free time together. It’s the simplest moments with her that I love the most.

She gave me a tired look. “ That is why we are craving for a home. I use to think we're existing because we are here to live and die later. But I realized, living while dying is possible. No one seems to understand us the way we understand ourselves. It's crazy to think we can give comforts to others we wish we could give to ourselves.”

“This is where we live now.” Millie grins, her missing front tooth making her look even sillier. “Forever.” But then, disaster. “Let’s get snacks,” she suggests, and I agree immediately because snacks make everything better. The mission to the kitchen is stealthy. We peek around corners, tiptoe across the wooden floors like spies, and avoid the creaky spots we’ve memorized from years of sneaking around. Her mom is in the living room watching some boring grown-up show, and we slink past unnoticed.

I replied, ensuring that my tone was gentle yet firm, “but living together will provide us with invaluable opportunities to strengthen our bond and enhance the authenticity of our relationship to the public.” As she hesitated, I leaned my body forward, my eyes locking with hers in earnest. “Imagine the impression we’ll leave on our colleagues and acquaintances when they see us sharing a home, engaging in everyday routines as a married couple. It will lend credibility to our arrangement and deter any suspicions.” She chewed on her lower lip, seriously contemplating, but she knew I was right; she couldn’t deny the logic behind my proposal. Sighing softly, she met my gaze with a reluctant nod.

Christian, being lively as usual, trailed off. Christopher coughed lightly, his expression turning serious, and said in a not very happy tone, "You've all forgotten the main point. Don't you want to match mom and dad anymore?" "Hehe, we haven't forgotten, but mom and dad are already living together," Christian obviously had a broader perspective. Christopher gave Christian a disdainful glance. "Living in separate houses counts as living together?" "Big Brother is right. On TV, all mom and dad sleep in the same bed," Eleanor agreed with Christopher.

she muttered under her breath. “Five years it is!” I declared triumphantly, waiting for her to protest. None came. Too easy. “Where would you like to live?” I asked. “In the city.” I nodded. “You’ll move into my house…” Her expression said it all—she hadn’t thought that far ahead. “Wait, do we have to live together?” she asked, disbelief coloring her voice. I chuckled and clicked my tongue. “Yes, Ivy. Real married couples live together, eat together, talk to each other… have sex.”

"It's perfect. But Lucien, it's too much. I can afford my own place now. The money from the patents." "I know you can. But I want us to live together. To build a life together. Not as a kept woman and her benefactor. As partners." "Partners." "Equal partners. We both contribute. We both decide. We both build." I look around the empty apartment, imagining it filled with our life. Leo's toys. The baby's nursery. Our shared bedroom. Family dinners. Laughter. Love. "Okay. Partners." We sign the lease that day. Move-in date is two weeks away. Right around my due date.

she sipped her coffee, feigning innocence. “Oh sure, that’s easy for you to say. You aren’t the one who is going to have to live with it!” I whined. “Wait, or do I?” Nikki cocked her head questioningly. I continued, excited “the contract said we had to get married, but it didn’t say a damn thing about living together! Maybe we can keep separate places, so we can have some space without each other.”

"Thank you, Ashley. You've been my rock, my confidante, and now, you're family. Our journey together has brought so much joy and happiness. I can't imagine life without you." We sat there for a while, enveloped in a comfortable silence, watching the sun dip below the horizon. In that moment, I knew that our decision to live together had been one of the best choices we had ever made. Our home was not just a structure, but a sanctuary of love, friendship, and laughter—a place where our families could grow, thrive, and create lifelong memories together.