"Shame we didn't get married in the dead of winter then instead of July. Can't exactly have picked a warmer time," Orlaith said, as more layers were only revealed once Tristan had taken care of his shirt. It had been worth it though, as she was quick to tell him. "If it's any consolation, you looked really good in it. I'd ask you to put one on more often if it didn't require five thousand layers and near boiling to death." That and the taking it off was more effort than she'd expected.
"Thanks, it's definitely a relationship I work hard on," Orlaith said, joining in on the joke. "It's important to have a fulfilling relationship with your parents," she added, lips quirking up slightly as she rolled her eyes. "I'll take the advice on board, though given what he does I reckon there's a hundred other people they'd consider before me. Anyway, now we're married you're legally obligated to provide me with an alibi even if we weren't really together." A joke too, but maybe they should have added that into the vows as well.
Orlaith felt overly sappy to say it aloud, especially when it wasn't really anything Tristan didn't already know; she'd alluded to the feeling before and had made it clear during the argument about the motorbike how she felt about the family they were making together. So instead she said, "Well yesterday I hadn't lain on this bed and today I have. Lifechanging."
Tristan shrugged. âSâalright. Winter wouldâve taken ages to get here, anyway,â he said. He finished removing the layers, though, stretching his arms, feeling like he finally regained his full range of motion without risking the suit ripping. After all, it was a rental. âMaybe one day âll find a reason to wear a suit again. âSides, if I wore one all the time, youâd get bored of me looking like this anyway,â he pointed out.Â
Tristan nodded. âSure, sure,â he said. However, it was an interesting thought. If something did happen, would he lie to provide an alibi for her. He supposed there were a lot of factors to consider. However, he also thought at the end of the day, he probably would. He wasnât exactly trusting of the police or law enforcement in general. He *did* trust Orlaith, though. âWould you provide me with an alibi? In a real world scenario?â he asked. âYouâve no idea what I did, but I need you to give me that alibi, would you?âÂ
Tristan rolled his eyes. âWell, good thing we couldnât possibly get a bed this big because it wouldnât fit in our room,â he said. He was silent for a moment. "Maybe it'll feel different the first time 've got to check the box that says 'married' instead of 'single' when 'm filling out a form." For some reason, that felt like it would be one of those moments where it would feel different. It was such a stupid thing, but at the same time, he knew he'd have to stop his impulses to remember he was no longer single, but actually married.














