Note: Remember, English isn't my first language.

Yes, I guess

It was their wedding day. Mei was nervous; she looked at herself in the mirror, in some minutes she and Lars would be wife and husband. Lars was waiting for her, he looked at his watch, she was five minutes late. He calmed down when he saw her arrive.

It was a civil marriage, just family and close friends were there. Her dress was white and simple, as she wanted, and as always, she was wearing flowers on her hair. She noticed that he tried to change his hair style. After some words and sign papers, they placed a ring on each other's finger and kissed. Now they were husband and wife.

The reception was bigger. Everything was decorated with roses, peonies and tulips, and the chocolate cake was delicious. Their parents invited everyone, even people they didn't know. Mathias and Matthew gave a very touching speech, they asked her to take care of him and loving him, because he was a good man, and they wished them to be happy. Also, her friends asked him to take care of her.

She cried when she heard those kind words, he took her hand. This time, his touch was warm and she could feel as if he was telling her that everything would be fine because he was with her. Then they danced slowly, it was awkward because he never danced, but then she told him to just follow her.

He wrote his vows, even if he knew he wouldn't tell them but words couldn't describe how he was feeling. He adjusted a flower on her hair, she looked at him, and then he bent down and kissed her. She didn't care and kissed him back. It was so brief but they felt that the world stopped. They separated and looked at each other in the eyes, and then their relatives and friends interrupted them to congratulate them.

Lars felt dizzy, his heart was beating so fast, he couldn't hear what his parents and hers said, he just saw them moving their mouths without making any sound. He saw Mei; also she seemed overwhelmed with so much attention. He didn't want to admit that he was in love with her, because she didn't love him and never will.

They said goodbye to everyone to go to sleep. They arrived to the apartment. She had already chosen her bedroom, he asked her to do it days ago.

"Good night" she told him.

"Good night" he said.

She hugged a pillow, while she remembered how he kissed her, how she felt the time to stop, and she kissed him back, she didn't knew why, she just wanted to do it. But obviously, he didn't see her as his wife, for him, she was a woman with who he played house.

He thought about her, how beautiful she looked. And she was sleeping in the next room. She was his wife now. His wife. But he was sure she didn't thought about him as her husband. And that kiss… she kissed him back, but why? He didn't want to overthink. He decided to sleep and dream of her instead.

The next morning, he found her in the kitchen, she was making breakfast. He thought he was dreaming. It was so early. They looked at each other: both were wearing pajamas and their hair was messy. He thought that even that way she looked beautiful. And she thought that he looked handsome with his hair down.

"Good morning. Did I wake you up?" she said.

"Good morning. No, it's fine, I am not a morning person" he confessed.

"Drink some coffee" and she gave him a cup.

Later, they opened their presents. Lots of stuff for their home, and other things they didn't know how to use. They spent the rest of the day packing to their honey moon; it was another surprise from their parents as the rest of the things they got.

They would go to certain idyllic islands. Lars fell asleep as soon as the plane took off; ironically, he wanted to avoid talk with her for a while. Mei looked at him, she got mad, why he was sleeping. The hotel room had a great view. The bed was big but he told her that he would sleep on the floor, and she agreed, she was still bitter.

They decided to go out for a walk. She asked him to wait for her while she changed her clothes. Minutes later, she looked for him, then, she saw him talking with a woman. And that woman was hitting on him; she smiled a lot and touched him when she had a chance. And even though Lars didn't seem interested, Mei felt disgusted, she approached and said:

"I finally found you, dear" she said taking his hand and ignoring her.

The woman saw her faking a smile.

"She is Mei, my wife" he said relieved emphasizing the last word.

"Lars, darling, I didn't know you were married. Well, nice to meet you" the woman said pretending she was surprised.

Mei didn't respond. The woman told them she had to go because she needed to do something important. Mei seemed angry.

"She's just an acquaintance. She wanted to go somewhere, although I told her I'm married" he said.

"Why do you think I want to know it?"

"I don't know, I thought it was the right thing"

Mei released his hand. She thought that probably he realized she was jealous, and yes, she was, but she couldn't admit it because then he could feel so important and that'd be the worst. Her only relief was that he wasn't a ladies man.

They went to the beach, she wanted to play with the water, but then, she remembered that woman. She compared herself with her. Mei didn't have low self-esteem, in fact, she considered herself pretty, but she thought that her breasts were so small; she blushed and crossed her arms to cover her chest, besides she felt so short and skinny. She was tired that people tell her she seemed younger than she actually was, and sometimes, people didn't take her seriously. She was an adult woman not a child.

Her past boyfriends were nice people, they got along well, and however, she sometimes felt that they treated her as if she was very innocent. She never saw herself married with one of them. Besides, she never imagined with what kind of man she would get married.

She looked at Lars. Her husband. He was very tall, built, confident, serious, a successful lawyer. And his shy smile was so cute, the way he looked at her and how he took her hand, and his lips… She stopped.

"That woman was really beautiful, like a model" she commented.

"So?"

"Don't you like her? What kind of woman do you like?" she asked him pretending she didn't care.

"Why do you want to know that?"

"It's just a question, I mean, you surely had several girlfriends"

"I didn't have so many good experiences; ok? I am not an interesting man. You already know that"

"Just answer my question"

"Well, I like confident women, those who don't hesitate too much. What about you? Do you like men like Mark?"

Why he was messing with her friend? She thought that if Lars wasn't that disdainful, then she would think he was jealous and that's why he disliked Mark so much. She sighed.

"He and I went out on a date only once; it was the worst date ever because we liked each other as friends, he had always been in love with Tiffany and I am glad she loved him too. To be honest, I never saw him as more than a friend. Are you happy now?"

Lars felt relieved, he didn't have a rival.

"And about what kind of man I like, I like those who aren't possessive or jealous" she said.

"I don't like jealousy either. We have that in common" he teased.

"But, didn't you think that you would have married one of your girlfriends? Like that… chick, for example?" she said with all the resentment she had in her chest.

"No, and a lot less with her, she doesn't know what no means. I... went out with her a couple of times, then I found out she had a boyfriend… Can we stop talking about my love life? I don't know why you are so interested. Besides, I just marry you. This is our honey moon"

"I don't care about it, I was curious. Forget it and don't remind me that" she said annoyed.

They remained in silence watching the waves. He wanted to tell her that his ideal woman was her: a cheerful and confident woman, who was intelligent, sweet, beautiful and a talented writer. Mei was mad but deeply in her heart, she felt happy that he was jealous.

"We should go eat something. I am hungry" she said.

"Alright"

Lars glared at some men who looked at her, he put his arm on her shoulders, but this time, Mei let him do it. Later, they went to their room, they were tired. She got in bed and he was lying on the floor. Her conscience didn't let her sleep. Then she called him:

"Are you awake? I am sorry"

"Uhmmm?" he turned around.

"I apologize for make you feel uncomfortable. I was being childish; besides, you didn't have to explain me anything"

"Then, you aren't jealous…"

"Of course I am not! It's not as if we were really married!" she replied.

"Alright, I forgive you. Good night"

"Wait, why don't you sleep here? The bed is big enough for the two of us…"

He sighed and got in bed next to her. They put a couple of pillows between them. He was happy and fell asleep. She felt strange, it was the first time she shared a bed with someone. The next morning, she woke up first, she saw him and smiled. She thought he looked so cute sleeping, she wanted to caress his hair, but she didn't want to wake him up. When he did it, he felt disappointed for not being able to see her sleeping next to him.

The rest of the honey moon passed with no much novelty. They went out on walks and tried to relax. They were there for a couple of days, but he'd have more time to be with her. He was ready to win her heart. He only needed to know how to confess, and the only idea scared him.

At home, they spend the afternoon organizing their belongings. She noticed that he had several books. Almost all of them were novels, poetry and some others about gardening. It was interesting.

Saturday, they went to buy some groceries.

"Mei, Lars, what a surprise! I thought you'd be still enjoying your honey moon!" Feliks said winking at her.

She laughed nervously and her face was red. Lars blushed too, but he didn't say anything.

"We are going to buy groceries" Mei said.

"Well, have fun"

They said good bye. Lars took her hand.

It wasn't that bad living together, she thought looking at him while she read the shopping list, and he put the things in the cart. At least, they didn't argue too much. They didn't mind to see the other as they were in the morning; they took turns to use the bathroom. She had ready his cup of coffee every day, he always went with her to buy groceries and both did chores together.

He liked her cooking, and she liked he was so tidy. They spent some afternoons talking about their childhood, their friends and every issue. Even though, he didn't tell her so many details about his life, he preferred to listen to her.

She decided to give him a present, she spent so much time trying to find something simple but at the same time, something special he could like. One day, after work, she said:

"I have something for you"

"Really? What is it?"

"It's a little present. I hope you like it"

He opened it, trying to hide his emotion. She felt like a teenager who has confessed and want an answer. Lars was happy when he saw the book.

"Thank you. This is my favorite author" he said and kissed her on the cheek.

She blushed and smiled.

"I am glad you liked it. And please, don't feel as if you owe me something, you already gave me some many things before"

He remembered that moment, when she told him to stop sending her presents. But he'd do it again, he'd give her everything she wanted, but Mei wasn't that kind of person. He wanted to kiss her again, and hug her. He didn't know it, but she wanted the same. They smiled shyly at each other.

"Then… Could I read you a poem?" he asked her looking at his shoes. The same he did when he asked her to live there.

She thought that was an adorable gesture and accepted happily. He started reading; his voice was deep and calm. She felt involved in his words, and the way he expressed the emotions the author put on the poem. She wished all those feelings were for her. When he finished, she asked him to read other, and he gave a hint of a smile and did it. Mei thought that behind that stoic face there was a really kind and sweet man.

She didn't know how or when happened, but now she wanted to be near him. He stopped being an iceberg to become the sweetest man she knew. But she couldn't stop get defensive or awkward when he was around. Besides, she felt as if he wanted to tell her something, his gaze seemed to hide a secret. What was it? Why he didn't trust her? Was there something wrong between them? She wasn't sure if she wanted to know it.

Note #2: aaaah maybe this chapter doesn't have so much sense. I am sorry. My life got busy lately, so I didn't have time to write more. As always, if you see a mistake let me know it. I hoped you liked.