It wasn't long after they had become engaged that Molly realized just how much went into a wedding. While she hadn't a shadow of a doubt about marrying Sherlock, the wedding itself had her mind torn in two.
One half wanted her and Sherlock to just go to a registrar's office the next afternoon that they were both free, with just a few witnesses and maybe a nice meal afterwards. No fuss and feathers, as they say.
The other half did want a wedding ceremony. Not an extravagant one, of course; her tastes weren't extravagant and neither were Sherlock's. But she did want something which would gather all of their loved ones together, give her the chance to wear a beautiful white dress, and be able to recite those vows to the world of loving, honoring and cherishing the man she loved.
Such was her dilemma, and she talked about it with Sherlock one lazy Sunday evening. Both were curled up on the sofa, legs tangled and arms around each other.
"We shall have to try for something in between," Sherlock said, after contemplating all that Molly told him she was thinking.
"I agree," said Molly, sighing. "But even something small, there are still so many elements that go into it. Location, time, the ceremony, the clothing, flowers, invitations –"
"I'll take care of it."
Molly turned her head to look up at him, an eyebrow raised. "Really? You would really want to do that?"
"Yes," said Sherlock without hesitation. "Remember all of the work that I put into the Watsons' wedding?"
Molly chuckled. "Yes, I do. And as lovely as that wedding was, I'd like to have something quite a bit smaller and, even if you disagree, crime-free."
Sherlock smiled and kissed her nose. "Have no fear, Molly. I know your tastes, and I'd have no appetite for making our wedding more about entertaining guests than about our marriage." He smiled again. "Our marriage…such a lovely thought…"
Molly kissed his lips twice. "Yes, it is. Just run everything by me first; this is about the both of us, after all."
"Of course."
"And I'll take care of the dress. I know that your mother will want to help me do that, and I'd gladly take the help."
"Understood. So, the first thing to decide…could it be sooner rather than later?"
Molly made her answer clear by kissing him again.