First fanfic about How I Met Your Mother. I LOVE this show and I love the character of Barney (as the actor who plays him, Neil Patrick Harris, a man perfect in every way and, yes, I know he is gay, but I love him anyway!) and I could not express my thoughts on who might be the bride and especially about what our dear Playboy think. Tell me what you think. Kisses.

"I pick the right tie, didn't I?"

"You nailed it."

And here I am, I was ready. And who would have thought that I, the Magnificent, the legen... here comes ... dary (!)Barney Stinson, would never have come this far? Only up to a year ago, I thought that it was such an impossibile idea, bordering on the ridiculous. I, who have slept with more women than anyone else on earth, I, who have staged one thousand tricks for having sex with a girl (the "Scubadiver" is my masterpiece), I, who have broken a 'hip, "fighting" against a "cougar", to help my friend Marshall. In short, anyone, especially myself, would never have thought that one day I crossed the threshold of a church, not to sleep with a poor widow, or an attractive lady, but to get married! I was really making the big step and after that I would never be able to go back. As soon as I showed, everyone in the room stood up, waving, shaking my hand and someone giving me looks of amazement and envy (but that because I'm awesome, of course). I came to the altar, where I was waited by Ted and Marshall.
-How do you feel? -
-A little 'shaken, actually .- I said, but it was obvious from my expression that I was more than shaken… I was terrified!
-Well, at least you have not shaved your hair .- Ted said, glancing amused to Marshall, who looked at him wrong and I smiled weakly. I felt that my heart was near to burst in my chest… and if everything was just a huge mistake? And if I had repented? I was shaking from head to foot when suddenly the church doors were opened again, and here she is: she, the most beautiful of all women with whom I have ever been, she who has captured my heart with her smile, with her ways of doing things and with her accent. She came, followed by her bridesmaids, the veil that covered her face, totally useless, because I could see her beauty even if she had been hidden behind a wall. I raised it and looked at her radiant face and then I smiled, with my heart bursting with joy. I took her hands and she returned my grip, smiling back.
-We are here today to celebrate the union of two souls: Barney Stinson and… Robin Sherbatsky - began the priest, and we turned toward him, still holding hands.
Yes, today I picked the right tie ...