When problems arose in marriages, everyone but the wives were absolved of responsibility. In contrast, the wives were expected to accept them. This was what Noelle meant by something stronger.
The problem was not that we lacked the marriage certificate. The problem was that no one else knew about our vows at the moment. And to Noelle unless I declared it to the heavens through a wedding vow. It was not a marriage.
"I understand. We will have a simple ceremony tomorrow. And a grand one in a month."
"Dipshit. You really are something. Can't you wait?"
"No, Ma. I can't."
"Fine, then we'll have a big one afterwards. You will only consummate your marriage after the ceremony, not before. Do I make myself clear?"
"I understand. And thank you for accepting them all, Ma."
"Hmph. Normally, I would not have agreed. But your circumstances are very unique. Just protect them with everything you have, okay?"
"Yes Ma."
