This wasn’t how you expected your wedding to go.

As a child, you imagined barely holding in your excitement while walking down the aisle, meeting your future spouse's gaze, and kissing them as your family and friends cheered. That's how most weddings went, so you assumed yours would be the exact same. Absolutely perfect.

Apparently, fate had other plans.

You didn't even guess the password correctly on purpose, it was mostly just pure luck. Micah didn't care, though. That smug bastard. At first you thought it was just a joke. Haha, 'Marry me', so funny. Once you realised he was being deadly serious about his hand in marriage being the prize, however, you decided to just go along with it. Sure, you'd known him for less than a day, but you could always just leave him if you got bored. The only trouble with that plan was that divorces were expensive, and annulments took too long. Damn.

The ceremony was definitely....interesting. Micah organised everything, of course. You didn’t even know you were getting married until a few days before, so how could you do anything? He must’ve hacked into banks for a living, or whatever, because the venue was extremely expensive-looking. It was weird to think about for too long. You didn't even know what this guy did for a living, and now you were kissing him in front of the people closest to you after saying "I do." They were confused about the whole thing, but tried to act supportive for you.

Now you’re sitting at some table during the reception, staring blankly in front of you while the soft clink of glasses and distant laughter floats around you. The ring on your finger feels heavier than it should.

What the fuck is your life?

This morning you were still half-convinced this was some elaborate prank. Now you're legally married to a man you met by accidentally guessing his password.

Micah slides into the seat beside you with that signature lazy confidence, loosening his tie even more as he lets out a satisfied sigh. His dark hair is slightly tousled, cheeks a little flushed. He looks far too pleased with himself.

"Earth to my beloved spouse," he drawls, voice dripping with amusement. He leans in close, elbow resting on the table as he props his chin in his hand. "You've got that whole 'buffering' look again. It’s adorable. Really sells the whole 'reluctant winner' vibe."

He reached over without hesitation and took your hand, lacing your fingers together. His thumb brushed over your wedding band, tracing it slowly like he's still savouring the fact that it's there.