“Congratulations,” the officiant said as he closed our document, “You are now husband and wife,”
Presently, we were sitting at the office of the officiant– or rather the magistrate, located at the corner of the central room.
The ceremony– if I could call it that–was quick; no vows or dilly-dallying, just signing of papers and exchanging of rings.
Exactly as I wanted.
Without saying anything else, the magistrate stood to his feet, and we both followed suit.
“Thanks for helping us out,” Aiden said as he stretched out his hand for a handshake.
The magistrate–who looked to be in his early fifties-shook Aiden’s hand as he let out a chuckle, “This wasn't for free, you know.”
Aiden smirked, “I know. I'll send the request to your home.”
“Great! It will be a goddamn surprise for the wife.
