We're Married Novels & Stories

Liam asks as we reach the end of the aisle. "Married. Really, truly married. Not just legally but emotionally. Spiritually. Completely." "Good. Because you're stuck with me now." "Still stuck with you." "Forever stuck with you." And I wouldn't have it any other way.

“ No!! “ I protested, dragging him hurriedly to the door and pushed it open. Alex was coming back with keys in his hands as we stepped out. “ Oh Alex!! Look, we are here. No need to barge inside. “ I sang, trying to look nonchalant. “ Good decision.” He smirked at Christian who was grumbling beside me as I dragged him in the living area. All the heads shot up hearing us and the smirks were back on their faces. “ Well, Well- Cally started but I cut her off immediately. “ We are married and we love each other. End of the discussion. No one's gonna comment or ask anything about it anymore. Do you guys hear me?? “ I announced in a no-nonsense tone, shutting everyone up.

"Wait." "What?" "We don’t even eat breakfast together every day, do we?" "Yeah." "And dinner?" "Sometimes. When our schedules align." "Sometimes?" I echoed, disbelieving. "But we’re married!" "Yes." I stared at him, my heart heavy with a strange sensation. "Are we really married, Lee?" His expression remained unreadable, his voice dropping into a flat, dry tone. "Unfortunately." My mouth fell open. I stared at him in utter shock. "Unfortunately?!"

“You’‍r‌e lying. You do‍n’t even hav‍e a ring.” ‌“⁠We had them cus‍tom made,” I explain, steadying my voice. “‌I don’t have it yet, but that‍ doesn’t m⁠ake us any less married‌. Yo‌u can verify it if you want. Check the court records, look it‌ up.”

Because she's a part of me. We literally forgot that we're not married yet because again, it's just a formality. We spent four years together under the same roof and we welcomed a beautiful baby. We grew as a person and also as parents. Emery brought so much happiness and positivity into our lives that we never thought of.

Mary said, doubting if I was telling her the truth. Sliding the phone, as Rowan's gaze was fixed on the road, I lowered my phone 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, and she shrieked, sending me an emoji that was shocked. "True. I will chat you later. We have arrived at the marriage registry," I informed Mary, and she asked me,

“You, Adrian Vale, and Elena Rossi, understand that this marriage carries with it all the responsibilities and privileges enshrined in law. Do you both consent to this union?” Elena felt her stomach tighten, a flutter of nerves twisting her insides. Consent? She nodded automatically, fighting the urge to speak before panic could seep into her voice. She was consenting, not just to the paperwork, but to the reality of stepping into a world that could demand more than she was prepared to give.

A new beginning for us as a married couple in love, with a bun cooking in the oven. ______________________________

As husband and wife. Forever.

“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.