My Mr. Knightly
The wedding was a simple affair with only the minimum of effort put into the decorations, but that was alright because no one with sense paid any attention to such details. All eyes were on the bride and groom. From the instant the church doors opened and Emma Woodhouse came down the aisle with her father Mr. Knightly couldn't break his eyes from hers. They both began to glow with an inner light which saturated the room and blinded the wedding guests.
Outside the church, hand in hand, the newly weds stepped into their carriage and waved goodbye to their friends and moved on to a new portion of their life together.
"Mrs. Knightly..."
"Mr. Knightly..." the couple gazed into each others eyes at a loss for words their hearts spilling over with their love and their joy.
"My Emma, dearest, love..." Mr. Knightly murmured as he lent in to kiss his bride. Their lips met and the two felt their emotions explode as the crowd burst into cheers. Pulling apart, breathless more from the exertion of ceasing the kiss than from the kiss itself. Mr. Knightly turned to the horses and began them on the way to the Inn where they were having their honeymoon.
Emma scooted closer to to her new husband, taking his arm in hers, squeezing his left hand and resting her head on his shoulder. "My Mr. Knightly." She murmured in his ear causing him to break out into a grin at the delicious thought.