Joseph drove the car slowly and coaxed her softly.
"Are you really angry with me?"
"I don't want to talk to you now."
"Please don't, Irish. Remember that I am your husband now!"
It sounded weird to call him husband since they just called each other "honey" in their daily life. But it was also natural for them to change the appellation now that they were a legal couple.
Although Irish felt it was weird to change the appellation, she was happy about that.
"Joseph, it is you who stole my Household Register. Don't you feel ashamed?" Irish mumbled.
"Irish, I am saving your face."
"What?" Irish didn't understand what he meant.
The car stopped slowly since the red light was on.
"It is you who asked me to take your Household Register."
"Joseph, you are really thick-skinned. When did I ask you to take it?"
"I am serious. You've been talking about taking your House Register this morning. I asked you why and you told me that you want to get the marriage certificate with me. I have to satisfy your wish," Joseph replied.
Irish was completely shocked by his sentence since she didn't expect Joseph would act so shamelessly. "Joseph, you are really good at confusing the truth and falsehood. Who took the initiative to ask for registration? Who..."
But before she could finish her sentence, Joseph got close to her and kissed her lips. It was an expression of his deep love, and when Irish was surrounded by his wooden fragrance, she felt like crying because this warm feeling brought her back to the days when they had just got to know each other.
Irish silently read his name and curved it in her heart. But at the same time, an unnamed uneasiness occurred to her again since she was afraid that she was unable to have a baby with him.
'Stop thinking about this. Stop!' Irish thought to herself and fed herself to stop thinking about this issue.
They only parted when they were startled by the sudden whistle of the cars behind them. The green light was on. Joseph rubbed her hair gently and started the car while Irish looked outside the window with a flushed face. Her heart was beating so quickly because of his affectionate kiss.
"Where do you want to live after the wedding?" Joseph asked suddenly.
Startled, Irish looked back at him in astonishment, and her mouth opened slightly.
Joseph took a glimpse at her and grinned.
"Do you want to live with me or still live in Midtown Manhattan?" he asked again.
'We are a legal couple from this day on, and we are starting a family. Should I live with him?' Irishbwondered.
"Well, I think we should ask for Jordan's opinion," Irish said after thinking for a while.
As he heard this, Joseph had no mood swings but replied a few seconds later, "He is busy with cycle racing these days, and he hasn't been back to Hampton for a few days."
Irish was about to ask Joseph why he finally changed his mind and decided to support Jordan about his cycle racing, but she stopped since she felt it was not a good time to ask him such a question.
"I don't care where I am going to live," Irish responded.
"Well, then go back to Hampton with me." Joseph made the decision for her.
"But will Jordan be unhappy?" Irish was still worried.
"No, he won't. Indeed, the house in Midtown Manhattan belongs to him, and I think it is better for him to move back to his house. It is convenient for him to practice racing. Moreover, you are my wife now, so it is natural for you to live with me."
"Oh, I know. There is an old saying that goes, where the needle goes, the thread follows," Irish replied with a soft smile.
Reaching out, Joseph gently pinched her cheeks and said, "I have to accept the truth that I have married a little tigress."
"Joseph, stop laughing at me!"
****
In the hospital.
Steven was so agitated after Irish handed the marriage certificate to him. He held it in his hands, looking at it carefully like a treasure. But soon, Mary took it from his hands and gazed at it for a long time. Soon tears filled her eyes. "If only Rachel could see your marriage certificate." She mumbled.
Irish was sad to hear this since Mary's words reminded her of her mother.
"Mom, don't cry. It is a joyous event," Jay persuaded.
"Yes, you are right," Mary answered, wiping her tears. Then, turning to Joseph and Irish, she put the marriage certificate in her bag and then said, "You are careless. It is better that I will keep your marriage certificate for you, or I am afraid you will lose it someday."
Irish couldn't help but roll her eyes as she heard this from her Aunt Mary.
'How could she say the same words as Joseph?' Irish wondered.
Irish couldn't help complaining.
"Aunt, do you really think our marriage is unreliable?"
Mary was not embarrassed at her uprightness, and she just smiled, "Your marriage is reliable, but not you."
Everyone at present laughed.
"Aunt." Irish couldn't say anything.
Was she her aunt still?
After laughing, Steven asked, "Where will you live when you get married?"
Joseph told him that they would live in Hampton.
Irish smiled lightly and deliberately said, "Or he can move to the Lakes."
Joseph listened to her words, feeling surprised, so he just said, "Do not be silly." Why should he move to her house? It was he who married her.
Irish couldn't help laughing.
"Hey, from today on, Joseph is your husband. Do not tease him." Mary said immediately.
Irish was just kidding.
She returned back to the bed and pulled Steven's hands, "Uncle, you must have a good rest. It's your job to give a speech at my wedding."
Steven was so glad to hear that, and he just nodded.
Seeing this scene, Irish felt so sad.
After sitting for a while, Joseph counted firstly the number of guests invited from the side of Steven and Mary. Next, they talked about some comprehensive requests for the wedding. As busy Jay was, he would give his hands since Irish was his cousin.
Jay was responsible for the cigarettes, cake, and cold dishes before the buffet.
Irish just sniffed and said, "Look at you. How much will it cost?"
Jay raised his hands and complained, "I am just a policeman with a fixed salary. Unlike you, you are rich, and now you've married a richer man. Capital wins. Do not just stare at my wallet."
Joseph laughed, saying, "Irish, you are so strict with your cousin." And then he looked at Jay, "You don't have to prepare these."
"Regarding wine and flowers, I suppose you will provide the best with air shipment, so I will just prepare the left; otherwise, my cousin will just scold me."
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