Willow Crawford looked sweetly at Morgan Ashworth by her side, nodding vigorously, "Yes, I consent."
Morgan Ashworth quietly took her small hand, gently clasping it within his own.
"Mr. Ashworth, do you willingly take Miss Crawford to be your lawfully wedded wife, to join her in matrimony?" the staff mber asked Morgan Ashworth again.
In response, Morgan Ashworth said, "Yes, I do."
This was his wish, from the mont he first saw her years ago, he wanted to bring her ho as his wife.
Now that wish has co true.
"Alright, please co over here to take the photo for your marriage certificate."
According to procedure, Morgan Ashworth and Willow Crawford must have their photo taken. Today, both were dressed in clean white shirts. Morgan looked best in a white shirt; five years had passed, yet he was still that clean, elegant, and stunning young man.
Willow wore her high school white shirt, without makeup, her silky black hair fell gently and was tucked behind her ears, revealing her delicately pretty face. She seed to beco the youthful Willow Crawford of that era, pure and charming.
The two sat on chairs, facing the cara, and the photographer said, "Now, please smile, smile a little happier, newlyweds."
Willow displayed a very happy smile; she wanted the most beautiful mory and mont captured at this ti. After all, it only happens once in a lifeti, and she wished for no regrets.
But just then, Morgan Ashworth leaned over and gave her a big kiss on her small face.
Click.
The cara caught this photo.
Everyone was laughing, "Look at the newlyweds, they get along so well, I can feel the happiness."
"The bride is so pretty, whoever marries her would be overjoyed."
"And the groom is handso, even if he had no money, I would want to marry him."
"Say no more, both the perfect wife and husband belong to them, they are truly a match made in heaven."
Willow blushed and playfully hit Morgan Ashworth with her fist, "What are you doing? So many people are watching, aren’t you afraid of being laughed at?"
Morgan Ashworth didn’t care about those people; he only wanted to kiss her, give her a big kiss.
"Now, you are my wife, I can kiss you whenever I want. Everything we do is legal, no need to mind other people’s opinions." Morgan Ashworth said matter-of-factly.
"...Oh stop it, let’s quickly take the photo." Willow said with a flushed face.
Only then did Morgan Ashworth compose himself, cooperating with Willow to take the most beautiful photo.
The staff attached the photo, stamped it, and formally handed the two red certificates over, "Mr. Ashworth, Miss Crawford, congratulations on your wedding. Happy newlywed life!".
Facing the sincere blessing of strangers, Willow took the two red booklets, marriage certificates. This was her and Morgan Ashworth’s marriage certificate. They’re married now.
It’s wonderful.
Willow felt she had reached fulfillnt.
They walked out, and Willow took out a photo, one she had asked the staff for earlier: the one where he cheekily kissed her.
In the photo, she smiled brightly ahead; the youth in white shirt with bright eyes looked over, devoutly and tenderly kissing her face. Though good things often co with struggles, at this mont, Willow felt young Miles Linden and young Willow Crawford also achieved a most perfect ending.
Just then, Morgan Ashworth took the two red booklets, "You’re forgetful, let keep the marriage certificates."
"No way, I want to keep them myself. I’m afraid you’ll lose them." Willow protested.
Morgan Ashworth had already stored away the two red booklets, claiming them as his own, "I’ll yield to you in everything else, but let keep the certificates. If one day you get taken away again, I can bring this certificate to claim you back."
Willow’s heart felt sweet, and she hugged his strong arm, "In a few days, when you’re less busy, I’ll officially bring you to et my parents and brothers."
Morgan Ashworth’s heart tightened, "Will they...accept ?"
"Of course they will, we’ve already done it without telling them first. They’ll all like you." Willow assured.
Morgan Ashworth nodded firmly, "Okay, I’ll do my best to make them like ."
"Mmhm, today we won’t drive, let’s walk ho."
"Alright."
Morgan Ashworth held Willow’s small hand as they strolled down the street. These five years they were both busy, rarely having such leisurely trips. In the past, they used to have car rides, but walking the streets like this was reminiscent of their high school days. Now, these monts seed exceptionally precious.
"Mrs. Ashworth." Miles Linden called out.
Hmm?
Willow was not yet used to this title, though she was indeed his Mrs. Ashworth now.
Of course, she could also be his Mrs. Linden.
"Mr. Ashworth, what do you want to say?"
"I just wanted to ask, when will you change your title?"
"Change? Change what?"
"What do you think? What am I to you now, what do you think would be the most fitting title for ?" Morgan Ashworth hinted.
Willow quickly thought of two words, but her red lips curled, and she smiled bashfully.
Uhm...really shy...
Morgan Ashworth gently squeezed her little hand, urging, "Mrs. Ashworth, call husband."
Husband.
It was "husband" she thought of earlier, coincidentally, that’s what he wanted to hear too, "husband."
"No."
"Really won’t?"
"Won’t."
Morgan Ashworth reached out and pulled her into his arms, "Really won’t, wife?"
Wife.
He whispered sweetly in her ear, calling her "wife."
His voice was so gentle, calling her wife was indeed pleasant, exceptionally magnetic.
Willow blushed deeply, "I...I’ll call you later."
Morgan Ashworth saw that she was shy, he didn’t insist, just patted his back, "Hop on, I’ll carry you."
"I can walk on my own."
"Get on."
Willow didn’t delay any longer, she clambered onto Morgan Ashworth’s back with little fuss. Morgan easily lifted her up with a slight raise of his hands.
Willow wrapped her tiny hands around his neck, happily resting her head on his shoulder. She wished such monts would never end, and this road would have no final stop.
"Husband~," Willow softly called by his ear.
Morgan Ashworth smiled, "Too soft, louder."
"Husband~"
"Louder still!"
"Husband~"
Willow called loudly enough to draw many passersby’s attention.
Yet, Willow delightedly imrsed herself in the feeling, happiness nearly overflowing in her heart, and she shouted once more, "Husband~"
She continued calling many tis, "Husband! Husband! Husband!"
Morgan Ashworth’s eyes filled with gentle warmth, he complinted, "It sounds truly nice."
Even nicer than he had dread.
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