Standing tall at six–foot–two, Declan is quite large yet surprisingly endearing.
If people had tails, his would probably wag enthusiastically like a propeller.
I laughed and sidestepped him playfully.
Declan pouted, hummed a little tune, and then the next moment, he was hugging me again:
“It’s okay if you don’t want to say anything. We have plenty of time ahead, and I’ll wait until you’re ready to talk!”
“After all, I’m really good at waiting for you, sweetheart~”
It wasn’t the first time Declan called me “sweetheart,” but I still blushed.
Yes, I married him.
The afternoon we ran into Asher at the bridal shop, I pulled Declan to the registry office.
After we left the bridal shop, he kept asking me what “first love” meant,
Ignoring any talk about wedding photos or getting married, just that question.
His incessant questioning annoyed me, so I got out of the car, opened the driver’s side door, pulled him out, pushed him to the passenger seat,
And drove straight to the registry office.
Declan was stunned when he saw the office: “Why are we here?”
I rolled my eyes at him: “To legally marry you.”
From taking photos to getting the certificate, Declan was in a daze,
It wasn’t until the red booklet was handed to him that he snapped out of it and hugged me, shouting, “Nora, you’re my wife now!”
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Watching the excited Declan, I took another look at this person I knew so well.
Maybe we missed out on a lot of years because of misunderstandings,
But I know him just as well as I knew he’d have his ID ready when I brought him to the registry office,
Because I know he’s always been ready to marry me.
This is the understanding and knowledge from over twenty years of knowing each other.
I was staring at him, reminiscing, when Declan took the opportunity to sneak a kiss.
