Marry me, please?

“what?." I asked him

“Marry me?."

I knew I must have been dreaming.

Dreaming?.

“Baby please, marry me. Cristela, why aren't you looking at me?."

“This is not funny." I said jumping down the bed.

He stood up.

“Who says it's a joke."

There was silence.

“You're serious?." I asked.

Now I was really freaking out.

Isn't it too early. Is it even allowed, legally?.

He nodded.

“I'm serious." He replied.

I was quiet, I felt raw dread seeping through my veins.

“What are you thinking of?." He asked calmly.

" A lot. You asked me to marry you."

“I'm still asking you to marry me, please. Don't think about anything apart from me and you and our future. we'll take it one step at a time, one day at a time but I need you to say yes."

I breathed in and out through my mouth and the next thing I know, he's holding my face and putting his forehead on mine.

“You've been mine from the moment I set my eyes on you. Let's just make it official." He whispered.

I laughed.

“Say yes, Cristela."

“What would we tell