The Wrong Time For Love

Before another thought could be formed, Felix kissed me. The kiss was like something straight out of a cheesy love scene. I gave in to the feel of his lips against mine, but only for a second. I put a hand between us and pushed him back.
Now wasn't the time.
 "Felix...," I said, my head bowed.
 "I know, I know," he chuckled as he rested his chin on the top of my head. "Bad timing."
 "Yes. Its not right. We're in a church, and..."
 "I know. Later, after all of this," he said.
 "Yes, after," I agreed.
 "I love you Skyler. I've always loved you," he murmured.
 "I... love you too Felix," I whispered back.
I laid my head on this shoulder, reveling in his comfort and new found love.
 "I never thought I'd ever get the chance to tell you how I felt. I thought I'd just have to stuff it down and watch you live your life while I sat on the sidelines and watched. The only thing I regret is telling you  now, when so much is going on. I wish I would have had better timing," he confessed.
 "I know, but its fine. I'm just happy you told me. The timing isn't important, its what you said that counts," I told him.
I felt him nod.
He paused for a moment. "Skyler?"
 "Hmm?"
 "Will you marry me?," he asked.
I lifted my head. Seriously? He just professed his love for me and now he wanted marriage? I knew Felix had come from an old fashioned and very traditional family, but wow!
I looked into his deep brown eyes, looking for the tiniest glimmer of doubt.
I found none.
Just love. His love for me.
How could I turn that down? How could I deny the man I love something so obviously important to him.
We could always have a long engagement, I thought to myself with a smile.
 "Yes, I'll marry you Felix," I said, twining my arms around his neck.
He kissed me again, and I swear I saw fireworks explode behind my eyes.
When we finally came up for air, Felix was grinning.
 "You don't know how long I've dreamed about this moment," he said, his eyes sparkling.
 I arched a brow. "I thought that was what women did, think about marriage. Not men," I teased.
"I'm old fashioned," he said in defense.
 I laughed. "Right."
 He frowned suddenly.
 "What's wrong?," I asked him.
  "I don't have a ring to give you."
  "Oh, Felix, I don't need a ring! Just you," I said.
 Wow, had I really just said that? Ugh, how mushy! I normally wasn't so mushy.
  "I still wish I had one for you. I really want to do this right Sky," he said.
 I gently kissed the tip of his nose.
 "I wouldn't have it any other way," I giggled.
 "Wait," he said as he pulled back. "I don't have a ring to give you, but I can give you something else."
He reached behind his neck and un clasped the gold chain he wore. Attached to the chain was a beautiful golden cross with the name Benivides in scripted lettering. It looked old and worn.
I knew the cross had belonged to Felix's father, and before him, his grandfather and so on.
 "Oh, Felix no," I protested as he moved to put it around my neck.
 The cross felt warm against my skin as his fingers brushed the nape of my neck as he struggled to clasp it.
  "Please Skyler. This means a lot to me. Don't argue, okay?"
  "Okay," I said meekly as I fingered the warm cross.
  "I want you to have it because it means a lot to me. And one day I'll pass it on to the next generation of Benivides'," he grinned as he sat back to admire his handy work.
 Kids huh? I smiled. I could see myself having his dark haired and dark eyed children. Each of them with his smile and my attitude.