Getting Married Without My Badge の小説・ストーリー

Meredith walked into the chapel, Tyler not too far behind. The overhead bell rang and the clerk came out, a smile on his face. "Somethin' I could help you two with?" Tyler reached out for her hand and squeezed it. "We were wondering what we would need to do in order to get married today." The clerk explained the process, that they would need the names of their parents, their driver's license, and their social security cards. "What if I was a ward of the state, and I don't know who my biological parents are?" Tyler asked softly.

"I am not comfortable if I live together with your mom." "Same here, Damien." "I am living alone in my condo unit." "Oh, okay." "Are we done here?" "Yes. We have already talked to the wedding planner, the resort owner, and the designer. They showed and mentioned to us their whole plan for our beach wedding." "Then, can we go now?" I looked at him. "Do you and Kath have a walk?" when I realized my question, I shook my head. "If yes, then okay we should have to go home now so that you and Katherine will—"

Unbeknownst to her, Teddy and his parents are also occupied with completing Natalia and Darwin's civil marriage paperwork. To keep costs down, they carry out their covert wedding that afternoon, inviting the neighbourhood to join them in celebrating with some delectable food and wine. “It came as a huge surprise because we had to act quickly when the court offered to let us do it. We swiftly reached an agreement and executed the marriage contract, seeing no need for justifications. We have lawfully wed as of right now.” Darwin exclaims joyfully as Teddy struggles to contain his smile, knowing that a lavish wedding celebration is on the horizon. In an attempt to clarify, Ericka says,

He bowed his head, his heart pounding, feeling relieved, anxious, and experiencing a new sensation he had never felt before. Especially when Gwen was called to sit beside him. They signed several marriage documents and their marriage certificate. "Congratulations to both of you; you are now officially husband and wife. Be a happy couple." Both Gwen and Dominic reacted similarly, with faint smiles. Neither of them was truly happy to hear those well-wishes. They both felt a gloomy future, especially Gwen, who was already crafting various excuses for when Mr. Charles would ask about her pregnancy. The wedding concluded after all the guests had enjoyed their lunch. "Since there's no wedding rece

"He's testing me, I can't let this slide else he'll do something worse." "Wait!" She looks like she just remembered something important. "Where's the certificate?" She looks around. "I tore it. Why?" I turn to her, curious. "Did you see where the wedding was conducted?" "No." What is she heading to? She digs her hand into her bag and retrieves her note pad, she checks it. "Yes, I saw it printed on the left-lower corner. Vegas. Clark County courthouse." I nod, prompting her to say more. She shrugs. "Who ever conducted that marriage didn't do it here. It was done at Los Vegas, but somehow forwarded to the Florida's marriag

“I’m marrying you, not them. Getting married these days is simple. We just need our IDs." Adora’s eyes widened. “You don’t need anything else?” “Right,” Louis confirmed, then, recalling her past, added gently. “You’ve been out of the loop these past few years. It’s a new law—now you only need an ID to register a marriage.” Adora truly hadn’t known. "Well? How about we go get the marriage certificate tomorrow?" "Are you serious? We haven’t even known each other that long. We just made things official!" "I'm completely serious. I’ve been single for years because I’m picky. And now that I’ve finally met someone like you, I’m sure of what I want."

Ben nodded once and turned away and within seconds, he was gone, the room felt quieter without him. I stood there, adjusting my cuffs absently, my mind racing. The elder I’d brought stood nearby, calm and composed, his presence grounding in a strange way, the other elders weren’t here. Normally, this ceremony would be filled with them. There would be tradition, witnesses, formality. But I didn’t care. Even if there was only one elder who accepted this marriage, that was enough. If one person stood here and acknowledged it, then so be it. We would still be married.

I felt it—the silence that stretched between us. But I ignored it. Because even if I had only his name and not his heart, I thought it would be enough. The next day, he took me to the marriage registration office. No vows. No flowers. No ring. Just a government form, a silent assistant, and a pen. He didn’t kiss me. He didn’t even look at me when the papers were stamped. On the ride back, he simply said, “Keep our marriage private.” I nodded. My lips trembled. But I didn’t protest.

Upon receiving the certificate, she stole a glance at her husband's details. Nathan Clemon, 27 years old. He isn't that old as he is just 8 years older than I am. I think it is acceptable. Hilda got married without a wedding ceremony or anyone's blessing. She held onto the certificate booklet and scanned it several times. It was her name and photograph indeed but she felt that it was all a dream. Her husband stood tall and elegant beside her and he looked exceptionally handsome. Hilda then stated. "We have to keep our marriage private for now as it might not be convenient for me now. I wouldn't want my family to..."

I shook my head and replied, "I've been busy with family matters lately. No time for my phone." He heaved a sigh of relief and ruffled my hair. "I've been busy, too. Once this is all over, we'll register our marriage and go on our honeymoon. I almost forgot that I came to give you this." Lorenzo reached for his suit, pulled two musical tickets, and waved them teasingly in front of me. Then, he leaned close and whispered in my ear, "Come with me. It's compensation for not being able to get engaged right now."