Cassandra and Jacob put their wedding plans in motion very soon after they got engaged. At first Cassandra had toyed with a very simple wedding in the Library itself, but both she and Jacob realized they had a few too many people dear to them that they couldn't bear to not have at their day. It was still a secret Library and without the cover of the Metropolitan Library, they just couldn't swing it.

Cassandra had been puzzling over the guest list one day, wondering if perhaps they could just have a private ceremony at the Library and tell their friends they eloped and just have a party later. But then she thought of her Great Aunt who had been thoroughly charmed by Jacob and Max, when Cassandra had brought them to visit soon after she and Jacob made their relationship official. Aunt Gertie had always dreamed dreams for Cassandra, even when she'd despaired of her own future. When the visit had ended, Gertie had whispered that her new dream for Cassandra was marriage and a family with that wonderful young man. Cassandra just couldn't get married without her dear aunt there.

So the Library just wouldn't do.

She sighed, her chin on her hand, when her fiancé entered the Library, whistling and carrying a tray with the coffee run on it.

"Hey sweetheart," he kissed her cheek. "I just saw something outside that gave me an idea."

"An idea about what?"

He grinned, "there's a wedding goin' on out there."

"Outside the door?" she laughed.

"Well in the park, why on Earth they're gettin' hitched at this time in the morning I have no idea. But what do you think? It's gorgeous out there, ya know? And you and I could spend a few minutes in here alone at some point. Best of both worlds. Jenkins probably knows who to talk to to set it up."

She beamed at him and clapped her hands. "Yes! We could have a tent! It would be like a blanket fort."

He laughed shaking his head at you. "You and that blanket fort idea."

"You said no to an actual one. But it's your fault, you proposed in one."

He didn't answer, just leaned over and kissed her.

It had taken a couple of months after that conversation to coordinate everything. The biggest problems had been coordinating flying out Cassandra's aunt and Jacob's sister. Getting dates that would work, especially for Jess, and that the park was available had been trickier than Jacob had anticipated. But finally a date was set and they all just crossed their fingers that magic would behave itself. Baird and Flynn had assured them that if the clippings book did go off that they would handle the problems themselves. Jacob and Cassandra both reminded themselves that Flynn took care of all of these things for ten years before them, but still they worried.

But today when all of the Librarians, their caretaker and their Guardian happened to all be in the same room together, Jacob had other things on his mind.

"Um Baird?" Jacob rose and walked over to her desk. She'd been seated behind it and Flynn was sitting on the corner of the desk. They both looked up expectantly as did Ezekiel and Jenkins. Cassandra put her book down, she knew what was going on.

"Yeah, Stone? Did your individual clippings book go off?"

"No, it's um about the wedding."

"Oh, okay?"

"Well I know that . . ."Jacob took a deep breath and told himself that Baird was not gonna take this badly at all. "You'd offered to be my best person. But I've decided there's someone else that I'd rather have as my best man."

"And then you can stand up for me then," Cassandra blurted out to soften the blow. "I was actually a bit jealous that you offered for Jacob first."

Baird laughed. "It doesn't matter. I'm flattered you're fighting over me though."

"Well," Flynn said, "I'm flattered to be asked."

"Um," Jacob said and Flynn looked confused and then a little crestfallen.

"Oh God, mate," Jones groaned. "I just want to eat cake. Now that I dodged the 'Cassandra's gonna make you her best person' bullet."

Cassandra and Baird started laughing. Baird knew Jacob fairly well and she'd caught on to who he intended on having as his best man and Cassandra already knew.

Stone rolled his eyes. "Stop. I meant Max."

Even though Baird had figured that was the answer, she smiled at Stone. Jones looked relieved. Jenkins did too, oddly.

Flynn jumped up, "oh that's a splendid idea! Max is a fine lad. Have you anyone to officiate? I'm pretty sure I have some sort of civil . . . ."

Cassandra interrupted before he could go on, especially since she had done research. She was pretty sure if they were in New York, he could marry them, but she wasn't sure about Oregon. Which is why she'd made other arrangements.

"Jacob and Max's pastor, Reverend Cooley, who I know from my volunteer work, is going to marry us." Reverend Cooley was wonderful with the kids at the program and when Max had found out that the kindly man's first name was also Max, had become quite taken with him. Jacob had started taking Max to services after he'd been introduced to the man by Cassandra. Cassandra didn't regularly attend herself, but it didn't bother Max Cooley and he'd been more than happy to lend his services to their wedding.

"Oh," Flynn looked a little bit left out. Ezekiel hadn't wanted to be involved in the wedding beyond being a guest. Jenkins had agreed, after some cajoling, to escort Cassandra down the aisle. Baird was going to be Cassandra's attendant and Max, Jacob's. They didn't have enough guests to really need an usher. So he had no part really.

Jacob patted his shoulder. "You got the role of making sure magic doesn't ruin my girl's wedding."

"That is an important role," added Baird.

"True," Flynn nodded.

"Actually," Cassandra said, "maybe you could help me with some of the tricky parts of the design I'm thinking about."

Flynn perked up and joined her at the sketchpad she had opened.

Jenkins harrumphed. "Time was that we went about important business at this Library." Then he wandered off in search of tea.

It was early morning on Jacob and Cassandra's wedding day. Despite Jacob's jokes about a morning wedding when he first had the idea, they'd ended up deciding on a late morning ceremony followed by a brunch reception. Cassandra's love of all things breakfast, plus the timing on availability of what they wanted had sealed the deal.

Cassandra hadn't wanted too much fuss but Jacob had persuaded her into having her hair and makeup done by a professional. And Cassandra had to admit, lounging in her living room in her bathrobe sipping on sparkling cider (she'd decided it was too early for champagne though she'd indulge later) while being pampered, that she was glad he had talked her into it. Cassandra was girly and she loved doing her own makeup, hair and nails. But there was something to be said about having someone else do it for you.

Even Baird looked more relaxed than she'd seen her before. She'd been a little skeptical, but Cassandra figured that it was the champagne in her case.

Ezekiel and Flynn had taken Max and Jacob out for the morning so that girls could get ready, having them get dressed over at Flynn and Eve's townhouse.

The men had first stopped over at the park to make sure everything was being set up according to plan. Jenkins, despite his acting disinterested, had used his long time connections in Portland to make magic happen (Jacob thought in some cases it was literal magic). The caterer was getting set up already and the air smelled like bacon. The tent for the reception had already been set up. Now the workers were setting up the chairs and the canopy on the deck under the bridge where the ceremony would take place. There was even a luxury bathroom trailer set up near the tent.

Max ran ahead and peeked into the tent. The tables were set up, though the florist was still in the midst of work. Cassandra loved flowers and Jacob, peeking behind his son, thought that the flowers looked a bit like one of her dresses. He didn't realize that Cassandra had actually chosen them based on the memory of the bouquet he and Max had brought her the first time she made them dinner.

Cassandra had carried through her pillow fort theme, having a pile of pillows near the dance floor. Jacob figured that in a few hours that space would be full of kids: Max, James, Tim and Cathy's new baby Alice, his sister's four and Sarah's three. And that small pang that he sometimes got when he thought about how there would be no baby for him and Cassandra flared in his chest. He stomped it down viciously. Cassandra completed him, not a child that didn't exist. All he needed was her and Max.

"Jenkins says so far magic is behaving itself," Flynn said, coming out of the Annex door. He and Jones exchanged glances but as usual no one in the park even looked at the strange goings on. Stone had often wondered if it was just a Portland thing or if there was magic going on. Jones had once explained that it was like the TARDIS, humans just didn't pay attention. Stone pretended he didn't understand what he was talking about, though he actually had watched the show from time to time.

Jacob took a deep breath. "Well, we best be getting dressed then. It's almost time."

"You nervous, mate?" Ezekiel asked him as they piled into Jones' car.

"I'm worried something is going to go wrong, magic or otherwise. Marrying Cassandra? Not nervous at all."

Jones quirked a smile at him but didn't make a crack.

Eve was surprisingly into her role as "best person" (she decided she liked that title far better than maid of honor). She'd done all the traditional things, though possibly not in the most traditional of ways. The bridal shower had been co-ed and had not had a single game. It had been just good food and company. There had been a two part bachelorette party. One had been drinks at a Portland cocktail bar the weekend before the wedding, right after Jess got to town. Sarah, Cathy and Josie had joined them (Cassandra and Josie making an effort to at least be friendly). Then yesterday, she and Cassandra had worked on their tans on a beach in Tahiti via the Back Door.

Ezekiel had whined that their parties were far better. Jacob had put his foot down at Ezekiel's suggestions, pointing out that his best man was a five year old boy. His bachelor party was a suite at a Mariners game the weekend before the wedding. The other men (which had included Tim, Jess' husband Bill, Sarah's boyfriend, Flynn and Josie's new boyfriend who was a librarian at the college she was attending) had all had a good time. And even Ezekiel admitted the food and beer was pretty good.

Now Eve was fussing around getting Cassandra dressed. The hair and makeup people had left and the florist's assistant had arrived with their flowers. The photographer would arrive shortly as well as the limo.

Eve was wearing a simple light blue dress and silver heels. She wore her hair loose and didn't wear any jewelry other than her earrings.

Cassandra was wearing a vintage ivory long sleeved lace dress that fell to her knees. She'd fallen in love with it at a vintage shop because the lace pattern reminded her of a bedspread at her Great Aunt's house. It was absolutely perfect for her theme. She paired the dress with light blue tights and hot pink Mary Janes.

Baird was carefully pinning on the brooch that Aunt Gertie had loaned her for the wedding as her "something borrowed." It was a blue and yellow 60s brooch that Eve thought looked straight out of Mad Men, perfect for Cassandra.

"Alright," Baird said, "your tights are blue, your dress is old, the brooch is borrowed, so we just need something new."

"My shoes?" Cassandra asked.

"I've got something better," Eve walked over to a shopping bag that Cassandra hadn't noticed she'd set on the dresser. "Stone asked me to give this to you. He said he had it made when he had your engagement ring made."

Cassandra opened the box that Baird handed her from inside the bag. A pendant with the design of the tree of knowledge hung from a delicate chain.

"Oh, gosh that's so beautiful," Cassandra sniffled.

"Don't cry now, we'll have to redo your makeup."

The buzzer rang just then, the photographer showing up, so Cassandra was able to have photos taken of Eve fastening the necklace around her neck. A few more posed shots of the two of them and they were about ready to go.

Then Cassandra's phone rang.

"It's Stone," Baird said, looking confused. She answered it.

"I need to talk to Cassandra, we have an issue," came Stone's frantic voice.

Baird looked worried and handed the phone over. "He says there's a problem."

"Oh no, no," Cassandra feared magic and took the phone. "Jacob?"

The guys were getting dressed at Flynn's. Jacob knew he was in love because he hadn't even worn a suit to his first wedding and now here he was. He'd reluctantly offered to wear a tie, but his bride had wisely said he didn't need to. For that he'd been grateful and he had to admit, joining Max at the mirror that he and his son looked sharp in their dark suits and blue shirts. Jacob wore a leather vest with his suit as a bit of surprise for his bride. He'd worn it during some undercover work on a case and Cassandra's appreciation had lead to a memorable interlude in a secluded corner of the Library. It possibly wasn't fair, but he was looking forward to her reaction later.

Jacob was fastening Max's boutonniere to his jacket when Flynn approached him carrying his phone.

"Uh Stone, it's your minister."

"Mr. Cooley?" Jacob asked. "Is everything alright?"

"Umm, Jacob, I hate to do this to you and Ms. Cillian but one of my parishioners was in a terrible accident. It's very touch and go and his wife really needs me there to offer comfort. I would go after the ceremony if the situation didn't look so dire."

Jacob took a deep breath, this was not a good situation. "No, I understand. I do, Cassandra would want you to be with them. Prayers that you get good news, sir."

"Thank you , Jacob and good luck."

Jacob sighed and turned to the others. "The Reverend can't marry us. What the hell are we gonna do?"

"Daddy, you swore!"

"I know Max. I'm very upset. This is a special day for me and Cassandra. I've gotta call her."

Flynn and Ezekiel both opened their mouths at once, but he was too busy calling his love.

"So that's the story," he said finishing up the tale.

"What are we going to do?" Cassandra sounded distraught. Like Jacob, she knew that it wasn't right to ask the minister not to go. "I looked, Flynn only has authority in New York to marry us."

She looked over at Jenkins who'd arrived with the limo right before Jacob's phone call. "Jenkins?"

"I'm sorry Ms. Cillian, I'm afraid you are correct. And oddly enough I've never been vested in a capacity to marry anyone. You Colonel Baird?"

"Nope. I guess we could both make some phone calls? Surely you have some contacts?"

"It is so close to the ceremony," Jenkins mused.

Both Jacob and Cassandra had put each other on speaker phone and if they could actually see each other, Jacob was sure that they would be sharing devastated glances. Cassandra's voice sounded watery. Then suddenly Ezekiel got his voice heard in the fray.

"I can do it."

"What?" Jacob asked, nearly dropping the phone.

"I'm . . .and it's a very very very long story, but I'm an ordained minister. Ordained via the Internet but still ordained."

"And it would be recognized here?" Cassandra asked.

"Yes, perfectly legal. You guys know I don't lie. And you also know I wouldn't be offering at all if it wasn't an emergency. Because I just wanted to eat cake."

Jacob pinched the bridge of his nose with his free hand. He had no choice now. The wedding was scheduled to start very soon. "Cassie?"

"It's fine with me. But Ezekiel do you even have a ceremony?"

"I'll look one up, you guys just want the basics right?"

"Oh my God . . ." Baird muttered behind Cassandra.

"That's fine Jones," Stone cut him off. He and Cassandra had already planned a private moment alone in the Annex. "We just want to be married."

"It's fine with me," Cassandra said. "It's time to go, I'll see you soon Jacob. I love you!"

"Love you too darlin'."