I Don't Do Relationships

What?

What just happened?  Did Chris just ask me to marry him?  There's no way, but I know that's what I heard.  The words floated around in my head some more.

Turning in his arms, I looked up into his face.  He was smiling but very serious and my voice cracked with one word.  "What?"

"Marry me."  This time it wasn't a question, just a statement.

"Are you serious?"

Chris leaned down and placed a tender, quick kiss on my lips before answering me.  "Yes, I'm serious.  Will you marry me?"

"I can't believe you just asked me that, it was out of nowhere."

"Well, it wasn't out of nowhere because it's a question I've had on my mind for quite some time now.  I just didn't want to scare you or say it too soon given your previous thoughts on stuff like this before we met.  But, it kind of just came out on its own ... it's something I've been thinking about for a while and after having you with me at the premiere and on the plane, then checking in at the hotel... dinner with friends, the shitty waiter and this walk to this beautiful view.  I mean I'd love to say I planned it with the sunset and all, but it all just kind of fell into place right before the words spilled out.  But now, I'm rambling because I can't tell what you're thinking."

My smile that began spreading when he kept talking probably could have split my face in two by the time he mentioned the fact that he was rambling.  I knew what I wanted to say, as scary as it seemed even if it felt like it may be too soon.  I had changed so much since meeting Chris, healed and learned to love.  I was so in love with this man that just thinking about all he said and all I felt, brought tears to fall effortlessly from my eyes.  There was no way I could live without him and no amount of time, no matter how little or how long, was going to change how I felt about him. 

He had a small smile on his lips as he brought his hands up and placed them on my cheeks, rubbing my tears away with his thumbs.  My eyes never left his as I answered him.  "Yes."

"Are you serious?"

"I'm as serious as you.  So if you're asking, my answer is yes."  Chris still had his hands on my face, so he pulled me in for a kiss.  It was soft at first but turned into more very quickly.  Neither of us cared about the possibility of people or cameras around at this point.  It was our own little moment and it was one that would be changing our lives.

Both of us seemed to come up for air at the same time and Chris spoke first, still holding me in his arms. "I don't want you to tell anyone because, well,  I want to do it right.  Ask your dad.  Have a ring.  Propose on one knee."

"I don't think you need to propose on a knee with a ring because what just happened was beyond any proposal I could have ever dreamed of."

"I, I think I can do better than that."

"But that was...."

"Please, promise me?  Just between you and me, until, until I ask your dad properly, okay?  That's the only reason.  Once I do it the way I imagined, we can share with whoever you want, whenever you want.  Just give me that promise though.  Okay?"

"I promise, but I don't know what to do with this shit eating grin that I can't wipe away now."

"Me either, so...". Chris kissed me.  Repeatedly.  It deepened and we parted to breathe, both smiling.  "...we're going to have to calm down and make it work."

We spent a little while longer alone, Chris' arms wrapped around me from behind again.  Leaning back into him, he held the weight I gave him, slightly swaying, almost in a slow dance.  It was nice, just the two of us, probably thinking about the same thing, being married.  Turning, I told him we better head back before our friends made up some plan to prank us somehow.  Walking back, hand in hand, we kept talking.  I began to worry about Scott and Calvin so I voiced my concerns to Chris.