A/N: It's a wedding indeed. Yeah, I'm THAT predictable. :P Sorry. Anyway, the last song is by the awesome alt-country band Wilco.

By the way -- WTF, they're turning the Mark character into a complete asshole/slut on Grey's Anatomy? And he's hitting on EVERYBODY? Trying to break up Mer/Der? That sucks. Talk about totally smashing my dreams of sweet, sweet Mark and his beloved Addison riding off into the sunset. Thanks a bunch, Shonda Rhimes.

Epilogue: I'm the Man Who Loves You

The church was large and elaborate, held up by marble pillars. The aisle was sprinkled with white, pink and red rose petals. Pew upon pew was occupied by the friends and family of the bride and groom. A number of them were crying, which made Cristina scoff. The bride herself was getting teary-eyed.

"She'd better watch it. I don't want to see a single mascara stain on that Vera Wang!" she hissed to Burke, who was standing beside her.

He elbowed her playfully. Cristina being Cristina, she'd decided to wear a black gown to the wedding despite the bride's protests. They both quieted down as the wedding vows began.

"I do," said the groom.

Addison smiled at Mark, more delectable than ever in his tuxedo. He winked at her.

The priest cleared his throat. "And do you, Meredith, take Derek to be your husband, in sickne--"

"I do," she interrupted, giggling.

"Then by the power vested in me, I now pronounce you man and wife! You may kiss the bride."

Addison and Cristina simultaneously rolled her eyes as the newlyweds kissed, but both were still smiling.

-o-

"You make for really good arm candy, you know that?"

"Must be the suit," Mark said, fixing his boutonniere as they walked through the hotel lobby for the wedding reception.

"Yeah," she replied, before leaning in to whisper, "but you still look better naked."

Just then, Izzie hurried towards them, grinning hugely. "Dr. M! Can't wait to start at the hospital next week!"

She cleared her throat as Mark stifled a laugh. "I'm looking forward to it, Dr. Stevens. So you're finally over the...initiation?"

"Yeah. Besides, I've got inspiration for working in New York." She squeezed Alex's hand.

"Thank you so much for accepting it, Dr. M," Alex said.

"I must say, Stevens," Mark commented, "I've never seen Karev smile this big in all the days I've known him."

She giggled and blushed in reply. It was then announced bouquet throwing was about to start, at which Izzie went to join the other women in the crowd, with Alex following to watch. Addison stayed behind, however.

"Aren't you...don't you want to, uh...?"

"I don't have to, Mark." She smiled at him. "I know you're gonna marry me, and we don't need a bunch of flowers to prove it."

"Big and formal and cheesy and weepy like this one?"

"Hmm. How does Vegas sound?"

"Perfect."

They were about to kiss, but were then interrupted by a shrill squeal of delight in the crowd. Izzie had caught the bouquet, and she giddily went to hug Alex.

"Kids," Mark scoffed.

At the dinner, everyone turned to face Cristina as she cautiously held the microphone in her hands.

"Okay, uh...I don't approve of you two not getting a pre-nup, but whatever. I didn't approve of you hooking up with your boss's boss either, but it apparently worked out for you. So," she said, holding up her champagne flute. "Here's to my ditzy, kooky best friend Meredith, and her latest -- hopefully her last -- conquest, Doctor McDreamy. Here's hoping for less drama and more love, and annoyingly cute little McDreamies in your future. To the new Mr. and Mrs. McDreamy!"

"Cheers!" Everyone toasted to it. Especially the main table, with George and Callie, Nate and the girl he finally managed to ask out, Hannah, Izzie and Alex, Addison and Mark.

Nate looked around at all the happy couples. "You know," he told Hannah, "this is what Wayne and Garth would call the 'Super Happy Ending.'"

"Oh, Nate," she laughed.

The newlyweds took their seats at the head of the table. After all the congratulations had been said, Mark turned to Meredith. "Hey, you."

"Hey yourself."

"You know something?"

The bride shook her head and smiled at him. "No, what?"

"Turns out life is on the side of the dirty mistresses, after all."

She placed her hand over Derek's at the table and smiled. "Apparently so."