A/N: The last chapter! Enjoy.

Amy woke up from her sleep peacefully, feeling completely relaxed. The house was quiet and she knew she hadn't even slept too late. It was a wonderful feeling as Amy stretched her arms up as she lay in her bed. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and a man was bursting into her room.

"What the-?" Amy exclaimed, prepared to grab the cricket bat she sometimes kept in her closet. But then Amy's mind registered the brown floppy hair, the puppy dog eyes, the ridiculous bow tie, and that silly grin. "Doctor, what are you doing in my room?" Amy asked, trying to be patient. The Doctor hovered over Amy's bed, his body practically visibly vibrating from excitement.

"I wanted to be the first person you saw when you woke up," the Doctor said to explain his presence. Amy sighed, finding it difficult to be mad when the Doctor was so sweet.

"Alright, alright. But you're not allowed to see me again until I walk down that aisle. It's tradition!" Amy said firmly, getting up out of bed. The Doctor looked disappointed, but he agreed to stay away from Amy until that moment. He kissed her a quick goodbye before leaving her room.

Amy got up and began getting ready immediately. She knew that guests would be arriving soon since the Doctor had invited everyone for a midmorning ceremony so that they would not have to wait all day. Amy put on her dress and admired herself in the mirror, feeling more than ready for this day to come.

The rest of the time before the wedding was a blur. People ran around, muttering that things were running late and that it was everyone's fault but their own. At last, Amy found herself walking down the aisle, past many faces, some familiar and some not, toward a man staring at her openly. And that was the man that she loved more than anything in the entire world. Standing at the podium in place of a priest was Craig. Amy walked up and stood in front of the podium across from her Doctor.

"Okay… ehem. Do you, Doctor, take Amy to be your wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?" Craig said with an air of discomfort. He quite obviously wasn't used to this whole thing.

"I do," the Doctor vowed, looking into Amy's eyes intensely. She smiled back at him.

Do you, Amy, take the Doctor to be your husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do you part?" Craig said. His voice was getting a little more confident.

"I do," Amy vowed, her smile growing as she said those two words.

"Then by the power vested in me," Craig said, then, mumbling under his breath, "only for today and by this shady guy down the road," and then continued, "I pronounce you husband and wife!" Craig proclaimed. "And you may now kiss-" Craig didn't even have to finish his sentence because Amy had already grabbed hold of the Doctor's shoulders and kissed him fiercely on the lips. The crowd cheered and Craig threw the script he'd been reading off of in the air. The reception was, thankfully, in the same rented space, so the party could start almost immediately as a wait staff pulled all of the chairs out of the way to make room for long tables of food and a dance floor. The air was filled with laughter and talking as the party began.

Amy and the Doctor went over to greet a person in a wheelchair in the front row- River. She had been up to coming to the wedding, thankfully, and though she hated being in a wheelchair, the Doctor had insisted.

"Congratulations, you two. I'm so happy for you," River said with a bright smile that seemed only slightly tired.

"Thank you. I'm glad you could make it; it wouldn't have felt right without you here," Amy responded. Both her and the Doctor took a turn bending down to hug River Song before becoming immersed in the crowd. The Doctor saw Craig with Sophie, fascinated by meeting Vincent.

The Doctor, as Amy had expected, had some people to introduce to Amy. He pulled her over to a small group of people.

"Amy, I'd like to introduce you to some special people," the Doctor said, motioning to the group. One woman, she looked like she was a little older and had red hair, rolled her eyes.

"Special people? We're not mental, space man!" the woman with the red hair complained.

"Relax, Donna. Okay, Amy, this is the other ginger I've had the misfortune-" the Doctor received a heavy glare from Donna. "er- the pleasure of traveling with in my past incarnation," the Doctor said. Donna smiled in a greeting to Amy.

"Watch this one, he's a devil," another woman added.

"That would be Martha Jones. And next to her is her husband, Mickey," the Doctor introduced.

"Hello," Amy greeted them. The Doctor then proceeded to introduce a few other people he'd met over the years, companions or just friends. After everyone had been introduced, a rather attractive man sauntered over to the gathering and put his arm over the Doctor's shoulder.

"Hey, all. Little reunion? I have to congratulate you, Doctor, you picked quite a gorgeous woman," the man said with a smoldering smile and a wink in Amy's direction.

"And that, would be Jack," the Doctor said with a weary sigh. "Don't pay any attention to him, Amy. He's always like this," the Doctor warned.

Amy then steered the Doctor away to introduce him to some of her family members that she hadn't seen in forever, just out of courtesy. The Doctor was polite enough, and most of them found him to be delightful. Amy smiled as she looked around at everyone, but her smile wavered a little when she noticed something.

"Are you sad that she's not here? Rose, I mean," Amy asked. The Doctor shook his head with a light smile.

"Not at all. She'd off in her own world, happy. And I'm happy without her. You, Amy Pond, make me the happiest man in the universe," the Doctor responded. Amy's heart felt like it had inflated like a balloon. After all, making a Time Lord happy was no easy feat she knew.

Then, the music started.

Amy didn't have any idea what she expected, but the Doctor was a terrible dancer. He was embarrassing and just a little bit dangerous, but completely fun all the same. She danced happily right along with him, trying to make sure he didn't run into anyone. Everyone that was dancing in the general vicinity of the Doctor was greatly entertained by the exotic movements he was making that passed for some sort of dancing. But Amy wouldn't have wanted him any other way.

After a few upbeat songs played, a slower song came up and many people paired off to slow dance. The Doctor graciously extended his hand and Amy took it, like she always had, like she always would, reminding her of the day with the Pegasus. The Doctor pulled his Amy close and whispered in her ear, whispered the one word, the one name, that he had always kept as a closely guarded secret. On that night of his wedding, the Doctor told Amy Pond his true name.

"Please tell me I don't have to call you that?" Amy whispered back. She felt a laugh rumble throughout the Doctor's body.

"I'm the Doctor. Always," he replied, hugging her even closer to him. Amy thought about what he had just said to her for a moment, feeling a small moment of victory. A while ago, she'd had an argument with the Dream Lord over if the Doctor trusted her, if he told her everything. And the Dream Lord had pointed out that she didn't even know the Doctor's name. Well, now she did. And she had a feeling that this wouldn't be the last of the amazing things she learned about this man she loved so much, had always loved, ever since fish custard.

The dance came to a close and the Doctor found himself kissing Amy again, this time without feeling as though he had to stop. He never wanted to stop, and really hadn't wanted to stop ever since the first day he'd had a taste of her. Mad, impossible, Amy Pond. But, of course, nothing could last forever. There was a wolf whistle from nearby on the dance floor.

"Whoa there, Doctor, save a little for the honeymoon why don't you?" Jack called out. The Doctor blushed slightly but wouldn't let Jack have the last word.

"Don't let jealousy get to you too much, Jack," the Doctor retorted. Nearby, there was the sound of Donna snorting in laughter. Jack pretended to look hurt, grasping at his chest where his heart would be. The Doctor smirked and turned his attention back to his new bride.

"So, Doctor, have you always picked such feisty companions?" Amy joked. The Doctor tapped her lightly on the nose.

"Don't worry, none of them even come close to you," the Doctor teased back. And the night went on, filled with laughter, eating, drinking, dancing, and general merriment.

"It's you. It's all about you. Everything. It's about you," the Doctor said softly to Amy as the reception was drawing to a close. She laughed, remembering the night he'd first said those words. "Amy Pond. Mad, impossible Amy Pond. I don't know why — I have no idea—but quite possibly the single most important thing in the history of the universe is that I get you sorted out right now," the Doctor added, quoting himself more. Amy looked at him, feeling herself wanting to answer just as she had that night.

"That's what I've been trying to tell you!" she quoted back at him. The Doctor put his arm around her and she leaned her head on his shoulder.

"Except, now I do know why you're so important," the Doctor said. Amy looked up at her Doctor, loving to hear him speak. "You're important because I love you, and now you're my wife, and nothing could ever be more important," he whispered in her ear. Amy smiled and kissed him softly.

The two newlyweds bade the guests farewell as they began leaving the party. After the last of them had gone, the Doctor surprised Amy by picking her up and carrying her, bridal style of course, into the TARDIS. When he set her down, it was in his own room on the TARDIS.

"So, all of time and space ahead of us. Where do you want to start our honeymoon?" the Doctor asked, feeling extraordinarily happy like he never had before.

"Right here," Amy responded, pulling the Doctor toward her. And in those two words, Amy said a lot more. She was telling the Doctor that no matter where they went, she would call the TARDIS home because she would be with him. The Doctor knew that no matter how short Amy's life may seem compared to his own, he didn't care. He would make those years last as long as possible, just like everyone else. After all, what else can you do when you're in love?

The Doctor ran his hands through Amy's wonderful red hair, thinking of how he'd wanted to do that ever since the first day he'd met he as an adult. And now he could, any time he wanted, as he traveled around in his- no, their- home, the TARDIS.

The Doctor and his TARDIS, traveling the stars with Amy Pond, his wife. The Doctor couldn't think of a better start to his new story.

A/N: So it comes to an end. For those of you who have read the whole thing since The Truth About Waiting, thank you so much! I'm glad you stuck with it throughout the total of, between the two stories: 26 reviews, 15 favorites, and 16 alerts, as well as over 45,000 words.

I hope you enjoyed this! It started out with a lot of angst, but things got fairly resolved. I really liked bringing back some of the companions for the wedding. Amy/11 is adorable, and even if it can't work in the real show, that's what fanfiction is for! Again, thanks for reading!