The air supply in the room evaporated. He should have expected it. It was what he wanted. The timing felt perfect, surprising, yet appropriately so.

The families were present and also approving; the women crying or thinking of how romantic it was, the men trying to hold back their emotion but grinning at their counter parts anyway, the siblings looking on in awe.

Even though they had an audience the affair seemed private. There was no ringing of glasses, or announcements from the waiter. The man asking had pulled the man being asked aside. He bent down on one knee, because that was half the fun, and proposed.

"Oh god," the initial reaction, it had been a surprise. Although they had spoken briefly about their future together, they had never made any plans. "Yes, Stan yes!" He knew the answer. He did not have to think. He only needed to understand the question before he answered.

Stan stood from his position on the floor and brought his now fiancé into his arms. "I love you, Kyle. This is the right thing to do. I want everyone to know it."

The redhead gave a gentle church kiss in response to the emotions that surged through him from the proposition. "I love you too, Stan."

After a few more minutes of relishing in the excitement of being engaged the two college juniors returned to their families. It was clear that everyone had watched, but they waited on baited breath for the announcement.

"We're getting married." Kyle said at the approving look from his lover.

From Kyle's mom: "Bubbe!" From their fathers: "Congratulations son," And from Stan's Mom: "We're so proud of you." There were many hugs and several kisses that passed around the table and between the parents. The families were excited that they would finally become one.

"So when exactly do you plan to get married?" Shelia prodded when the parties settled down.

Stan squeezed Kyle's hand in sympathy. He loved his friend's mom. She could be a bit much at times, but it was clear that she wanted the best for her son and her family. Stan could not agree more. "We've dated for a long time. We've lived together since we started college. I think a long engagement is not necessary. We both know that we want this and waiting would give us no benefit."

"But," Kyle continued, they had talked about this before just not enough for Kyle to be prepared for it that night. "I for one want to have a fairly decent wedding. Family, friends, a reception, with a Jewish and a Christian feel for it. So I don't want to rush into it."

"I agree." Stan knew that he would not be able to have a Catholic style wedding. Even if he could find a Priest that would marry them, he worried that if he and Kyle ever had or adopted any children that he would need to raise them Catholic. Their children would learn both his and Kyle's beliefs.

"We're going to need help though," Kyle looked at his mother and then at Stan's. "We might be gay but I don't know that much about weddings. It's just as much about you, our families, as it is for us. So I think any advice or help that you can give us will be gratefully accepted."

"We'll help," Shelia agreed. It would probably be best, at least for the religion aspect of the wedding, that she and Sharon be involved.

"You're still in school until May so you'll be busy until then," Sharon agreed. She had been upset when her daughter had eloped after High School. She had dreamt of helping her daughter plan a beautiful wedding, but was unable to be included in that. Shelley was now divorce and she had one little boy.

"Great! But we're not just trying to get all of the reward with none of the work. We really want to help. It's the only wedding we're going to have. I want to be involved in the preparations." Stan had always got a thrill out of watching a perfectly planned day executed. Probably because most of their plans had failed as kids. One thing that had never failed him, and he was sitting beside him.

The redhead had to agree, and the rest of the table said they wanted to help if only a little bit. Even Stan's nephew offered to help. He was three but the sentiment was all the same. Everyone went home that night with a happy feeling in their heart and a task that was ready to be completed.

--

The two newly engaged students had a long trip to Denver. They had strictly come home that night for the dinner. It was dark as they pulled away from South Park. Kyle closed his eyes and leaned his head against the cool window. Stan had offered to drive because Kyle had early morning classes the next day and Stan had none.

"Fuck Stan. I can't believe I didn't know what you were planning." Kyle mused. He was still fresh from the excitement of the night and sleep was not coming.

"I was smart for once." Stan commented. He took his eyes off the road for a moment to look at Kyle. "I didn't tell anyone. I even made it seem like dinner was your Mom's idea. I said to her: 'Don't you think our families should start having dinners and get-togethers.' She thought it was a brilliant idea. I'm sure she'll figure out what I did soon."

Kyle smiled a small smile. He felt a warm, content feeling in his chest. "You're incredible." He pushed off from the door and turned the music up a bit more.

"You need to sleep," The raven-haired young man told him. He was concerned that Kyle would be tired during his class. Kyle was not taking anything easy.

"I don't want to. I can't sleep. You made me the happiest person in this car tonight. I'm not about to sleep it away," Kyle explained. He watched Stan smile. The other boy even took his hand off the steering wheel to squeeze and rub his knee.

"The happiest in the car?" Stan raised a brow.

"Well yeah, I can't say the world. I'm pretty sure new fathers and new husbands are a step over me." Kyle snickered. He turned up the music and began to sing along with the song. It was a habit he only did when he was drunk, or apparently the happiest man in the car.

"Well I'm pretty damn happy too. You said yes," The raven-haired man said, "You know I get nervous about things like that."

"But I love you! I would never say no. Would you have said no if I asked? No you wouldn't. I didn't know you were going to ask me. You knew I was going to say yes. You had however long to be happy about marrying me. I've just had three hours and thirty one minutes." Kyle did not even look at his watch.

Stan was a little unnerved by his very smart, boyfriend. Did he keep tabs on the amount of time it took to do other things? He shuddered and returned his hands to the wheels. "You're argument isn't very good Kyle. I've had more time for my happiest to grow. I've known that we were going to get married for a month. I've had a month for my excitement and happiness to grow. Sure you have more 'Oh My Fucking God' happiness but I think my 'built-up' happiness out weights yours."

The redhead turned to smile at his lover. He loved it when Stan tried to be all nerdy and counter argumentive. Although this time he had a point, he decided to tease him for it instead of coming up with his own counter. "Oh Stan you know how counter arguments turn me on." He rubbed his hands down his flanks. "Oh baby, pull over."

The other boy snorted. He swatted Kyle in the shoulder. "Your goofy, Kye."

"I love you too."

"Yeah, love you." Stan stole a glance again, "Now please get some sleep." The redhead nodded. He knew that he would be cranky the next day if he could not concentrate in his classes. He turned the music down and settled into sleep.