Jean was trying very hard not to think about that night. That had possibly been the most horrifying experience of his life. It'd shaken both him and Az to their very core. Even Nikko seemed leery of the elevators anymore.
None of that was on his mind right now. Not when Az was kissing him and telling him how much she loved him back.
He was very serious. There was no reason to wait at all. There was a real possibility that they would be stuck on this ship a good while (maybe forever). Or they might all disappear tomorrow. Jean didn't know and he wasn't taking chances on this. He wanted her as his wife.
If his smile couldn't possibly get wider as she agreed. He kissed Az again, his mind filling up with frantic plans. He broke the kiss, stroking his fingers through her hair as he related them to her. "I'll go talk to Father Fritzpatrick. We'll need witnesses to do it properly. Is there anyone you want to ask?"