There were wedding plans being made left and right. The bridesmaid's dresses had been picked out. The cake had been ordered. The flower arrangements were picked out, and the seating arrangements were made.

There were three weeks until the wedding and Molly was becoming overwhelmed. She had a very bad case of pre-wedding jitters. Every situation that could possibly go wrong went through her head. She was in the morgue doing an autopsy when it all hit her. She was going to be responsible for another person. She was going to be a mother eventually. It was too much for her. Luckily, Sherlock came in and saved the day.

"Molly, are you alright?" He asked with concern.

"I-too many plans-can't take anymore." She couldn't string a single sentence for the life of her.

"Molly, calm down. Breathe." Sherlock calmed her.

"I have made plan after plan for this wedding. The bridesmaids are wearing blue. The flowers are white roses. Everyone has a seat. I'm so bloody tired of planning. It's just too much." Molly said.

"Sounds to me like you need a break. Get your coat." Sherlock said.

"Where are we going?" Molly inquired.

"To lunch. No talking about the wedding or anything like that." Sherlock answered.

Molly enjoyed lunch without any stress whatsoever. Afterwards, she felt much better.

The day of the wedding dawned brightly. Mary helped Molly get into her dress and fixed her hair. Molly's dress was a long white one with a sweetheart neckline. She had a dark blue sash around her waist. She opted for her hair to be left down in curls.

"You look absolutely stunning." Mary cheered.

Molly looked in the mirror.

"Are you sure?"

"You'll knock 'em dead." Mary winked.

"You are the second most beautiful woman at my wedding." Molly said.

The two girls giggled. John knocked on the door with Sherlock in tow.

"You look amazing." John said.

"Thanks." Molly blushed.

"I agree." Sherlock said.

"Are we ready?" John asked.

"Ready as I'll ever be." Molly took a deep breath and took John's arm.

The music started and Mary and Sherlock walked down the aisle. When they reached the front, Sherlock kissed Mary's cheek. Next, John led Molly down the aisle.

Mycroft was enraptured by how beautiful Molly looked. He didn't notice anything but her. She smiled at him when they reached the front of the church. Mycroft took her hands.

"The bride and groom have chosen to write their own vows." The minister announced. "Molly."

"Mycroft, despite what Sherlock told me, you are quite the gentleman. I'd heard you referred to as the ice man. Someone had to melt that icy persona. I am glad I was the one to break that icy layer and see the warmth of your heart. I love you, Mycroft."

"Mycroft." The minister said.

Mycroft took a deep breath. "Molly, I told you when we first met that I didn't make a habit of making friends. That is true, but somehow you were the exception. You wanted to be my friend before you knew anything about me. I want you to know that I love you and am honored to be your friend."

"Do you, Molly Hooper, take Mycroft Holmes to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

"I do." Molly said.

"Do you, Mycroft, take Molly Hooper to be your lawfully wedded wife?"

"I do."

"Do you have the rings?"

Rings were exchanged.

"I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride."

Mycroft kissed Molly sweetly.

"May I introduce Mr. and Mrs. Holmes."

Everyone applauded as the couple exited the church.