Warnings: Totalyl fluffy/cheesy.

A/N: Ok here it goes... time for the ceremony. Enjoy!


At precisely four o'clock, with the sun beginning to set, Tony made his way to the altar, Tim, his best man at his side. Linda had a special lattice arch made just for the occasion and it was covered with white lilies and red roses. A long white runner ran the length of the chairs all set up in the matriarch's expansive back yard that over looked the ocean.

He felt a hand pat him on the back and looked over to the see the minister, who gave the signal to start the music. Norah may have balked at all traditions, but Leah's sister was heavy into the arts and was friends with a member of a string quartet. Of course according to Leah that meant her sister had probably dated him. Tony chuckled at this thought, as the beautiful cords played, of how much he used to be like Norah—until he met Leah. She made him realize that love was worth all the risks and as he watched his father and Linda enter, followed by Katherine being escorted down the aisle by her sons, he felt the anticipation of seeing his bride building.

Of course had imagined what this moment was going to be like. Perhaps not as much as Leah or even Abby... but he always thought he had a good handle on how he was going to feel. He was far from the truth. His heart was beating wildly, he felt butterflies in his stomach. A man that stared down some of the most violet men and women in the world was being brought to his knees by thoughts of a beautiful woman in a white gown.

He could barely concentrate on the wedding party entering, the bridesmaids in their rose red gowns and the groomsmen in their sharp tuxedos, and he definitely couldn't concentrate when the flower girl and ring bearer made their entrance. For a moment the guests were distracted by their cuteness as Leah's niece tossed the petals erratically and her nephew just looked on in annoyance at his cousin. Tony smiled at them but then took a deep breath, and held it when the minister gestured for everyone to stand.

John and Leah appeared at the end of the runner, the golden sun falling just right on them... like a natural spot light. It made her look even more radiant than she already was, and his heart skipped possibly several beats. He wasn't sure, but it took a moment for it to regain somewhat of a normal rhythm upon seeing her for the first time. Her dress was perfect. It was a beautiful ivory, a-line gown, made out of delicate lace and chiffon, fluttering in the breeze. The lace bodice and cap sleeves added a vintage flare to it that highlighted the beautiful lace veil which had been her grandmother's.

Abby had been right—she was going to knock him off his feet when he saw her. And seeing her smiling at him, her eyes so bright with love, filled his own with joy.

Leah smiled, her eyes glassy and bright and focused solely on her groom. She didn't seem to care that all eyes were on her, as she made her way down the aisle on her father's arm, clutching tight to a bouquet of red roses and white lilies—she only had eyes for Tony and his heart raced. He'd been to a lot of weddings, participated in a few, but this time the beautiful bride was his.

"Please be seated," the minster directed the guests when the bride and her father made it down the aisle to the altar. When they were sitting he smiled, " As a minster one of the greatest joys for me is joining two people in marriage, to celebrate their love for each other." He turned his smile at the father of bride, gently asked the misty eyed John, "Who brings this woman to wed to this man?"

"I do," the Federal Judge managed to choke out, kissing his daughter on the cheek and pulling her into a tight hug. "I love you, my little smarty pants," he whispered to her, laughing slightly at the use of her childhood nickname. He pulled back and turned towards Tony and shook his hand. He went to take his seat, wiping his eyes, while Lauren took Leah's bouquet and straightened her train.

Leah grasped both his hands tightly and he felt them tremble ever so slightly. Oh his nervous little professor who could stand up in front of hundreds of undergrads to give a lecture was shaking, Tony thought lovingly while giving her hands a reassuring squeeze. He felt her ease through their embrace and he smiled.

"Anthony and Leah joked with me when I met with them that they were not going to get up here and just repeat after me," the minster informed the guests, leading to chuckles. "They also said it should come as no surprise to some that Anthony has more than a few words to say." Again more laughter before the minster continued, "Vows are something to be cherished and personally I encourage all couples I marry to write their own, Anthony and Leah came to me requesting that they prepare their own. Anthony…"

Tony took a deep breath, steadying himself, his eyes focusing on her and trying desperately not to tear up but failing miserably. "Leah…when we first met I never in a million years thought I would find someone that completes me. I didn't go into that coffee shop looking for love, I didn't strike up conversation about your purple umbrella thinking it would lead anywhere. I'm not sure when I realized you were what I needed, wanted, but I did know the moment my father gave me my mother's engagement ring—it was for you. Maybe that was when I realized how much you do complete me, how you made me whole again. I love you, now and forever, Leah. I cannot wait to start this journey with you, to build our life together. You've stolen my heart but I'm not exactly sure I want it back. I've found the perfect woman to keep it for me. She's funny and sweet and puts up with my movies and bad jokes," he paused, letting her laugh, "not to mention beautiful on the inside and out. I couldn't ask for anything more."

Leah managed to force her tears back as she smiled. "I know this was both our ideas, Tony…but while I can lecture on ancient customs for hours, I didn't know what I was going to say to you. In fact, you might be surprised that I have nothing prepared at all." The gathered guests and her groom chuckled. "But I think…I think this will be better if it comes from the heart and not a piece of paper. I put a drawing of a prince in my locket because every little girl dreams of finding hers some day. As I grew up I soon realized that not every little girl finds one. But I found mine. He might have an SUV instead of a white stallion, and a badge instead of a crown, but he treats me like a princess, even when I may not feel or look like one. Our life is just starting together and I know that you'll always be there for me, and I do not know if you'll ever understand how much I love you now and how much I'll love you then."

"The rings please," the minister spoke, gesturing towards the maid of honor and best man. "Now…you will have to repeat after me," he said, garnering a few watery laughs.

"I, Anthony, take you Leah, to be my lawfully wedded wife," Tony repeated after the minister, "to have and to hold, to love and cherish, in sickness and in health, for richer and poorer, until death do us part." He took the ring from Tim and slipped the white gold wedding band on her finger.

Leah swallowed before it was her turn, her eyes locking onto his eyes to ground her. "I, Leah, take you Anthony, to have and to hold, to love and to cherish, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, until death do us part." Her sister handed her the ring and she put it on Tony's, smiling, while she did so.

The minister beamed at the newly wed couple and put his hands together, "May God grace you and bless you with many years of happiness and love. By the power invested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. Anthony…you may kiss your bride."

Tony tossed Leah his most charming smile and he lifted the veil and brought his lips down to hers. Applause broke out around them, but neither of them really heard, and when he pulled back, smiling at her, he said, "Love you."

Leah laughed, softly, and said back, "Love you more."