Author's Note: As always, thank you for your continued support! Because of all your support, I made this chapter a bit longer than the other ones. I really hope that you like it!

A bit later- which really seemed like hours to Sherlock- he and John were sitting in front of the ballroom, staring at the people they had invited. Sherlock touched John's hand, wanting him to hold it. John glanced at Sherlock and squeezed his hand. You can do this, Sherlock thought to himself, standing up. He picked up his glass and tapped it with his knife. All of the chatter disappeared.

"Yes, erm, hello," Sherlock started, glancing down at John. John gave him a small smile. Sherlock forced himself to look back at the crowd. "As you know, today I had the opportunity to get married. Marriage wasn't something that I really thought about until John Watson entered my life. He proved to me that even though I assume that I know everything, that I truly don't. With him, I'm always learning something.

"Since John enlightens me in so many ways, I'd like to propose a toast to him. He puts up with me when he secretly wants to strangle me, so I think that it would be...dumb not to toast to him."

He shifted his body so he's looking down at John.

"Thank you, John," he whispered, only wanting John to hear. John grinned and stood up the second that Sherlock sat down. It wasn't part of the plan to make a speech after Sherlock, but John didn't care.

He stood and looked down at Sherlock, who was watching John closely. John grinned and turned towards the crowd.

"I'd first like to say thank you to Sherlock for that speech. Second, I'd like to propose my own toast...to Sherlock. When I first met Sherlock, I knew that he was...odd." Sherlock cringed slightly at that description of himself. However, he kept looking at John with wide eyes, anxious to hear what else he had to say about him. "But I didn't find him odd like some other people. I thought that he was odd because he could deduce things about me from one look, but that skill fascinated me. By the time I moved in with him, I knew that I wasn't going to be moving out any time soon. He...completely captivated me." He cleared his throat. "Anyways, because he captivated me so much, I'm standing here as his husband and I'm looking forward to him captivating me for the rest of my life."

With that being said, the crowd raised their glasses. John smiled and sat back down. Sherlock placed a hand on his knee and gently squeezed.

"Thank you, John," he whispered.

John nodded and poured more wine into his wine glass. He would ask Sherlock if he wanted any but he knew that after about a glass of wine he became a bit inebriated. So, he decided it was best if Sherlock didn't have any more - plus Sherlock had asked him to not let him get drunk during the wedding. Sherlock made a small sound, snapping John out of his thoughts. He glanced over at the detective.

"Do you not want me to drink it?" he asked Sherlock.

Sherlock shook his head.

"No, go ahead."

John kissed Sherlock's cheek. He was about to say something, but Molly walked up to their table. He frowned slightly.

"Hello, Sherlock," she said, looking at Sherlock first. Sherlock nodded. "Hello, John," she finished, shifting her gaze over to John. "Your ceremony was beautiful. I just wanted to let you know that. Lestrade was telling me how you were stressed about it."

Sherlock's eyes went wide; what had Lestrade actually told her? Had he told her about the drugs? He scanned Molly carefully, trying to figure out if she knew about what he had done. He soon decided that she hadn't found out about the drugs.

"Thank you, Molly, we appreciate that." He squeezed John's hand gently. John turned and nodded.

"Yes, thank you, Molly." He gestured to the room around them. "This took a lot of effort. Well, planning."

Molly nodded.

"Yes, this couldn't have been easy to plan. Anyways, I'll let you two go- I'm sure that you want to spend time with each other."

She smiled at them and then left them. A few moments later, Molly was replaced with Mrs. Hudson. It seemed like everyone wanted to personally congratulate Sherlock and John on their recent accomplishment. Sherlock and John exchanged looks before they turned to Mrs. Hudson.

"Hello dears, I just wanted to let you know that that was a lovely celebration. It truly was. I have been to a lot of weddings...but this one was definitely my favorite. Everything was beautiful."

John grinned.

"Thank you, Mrs. Hudson. That really means a lot to us. We worked very hard to make this ceremony a nice one."

Sherlock shifted his gaze from a table behind Mrs. Hudson to her.

"Yes, thank you, Mrs. Hudson."

"Are you two going on a honeymoon? Surely you aren't staying in London... you need a break from all of those cases."

"We are," John said, nodding. "Even though we enjoy solving cases, we wanted to take a proper holiday so we can just be with each other."

She clasped her hands together.

"Oh, lovely! Where are you two going?"

"We're going to Madrid and then a beach near there. We wanted to be able to sightsee and just relax. After all, we do work hard so we wanted to relax a bit over our holiday," Sherlock said, peeking at John.

Mrs. Hudson nodded.

"Well, that is lovely, dears. You will have to tell me how the trip went when you return."

"Of course we will, Mrs. Hudson," John said, smiling.

"Anyways, I should be off. There's a bit of cake that's calling my name."

Mrs. Hudson turned and left the two boys. Lestrade came up a few minutes after Mrs. Hudson; he wanted to congratulate them as well. John had to admit that he was pretty surprised that he came up to them; he didn't expect him to.

"John, I just wanted to say that your wedding was one of the best I've been to." He said, his words slightly slurred. "Most weddings are full of nonsense. But yours wasn't nonsense at all. Yours was quite enjoyable." He glanced behind him and then at John and Sherlock. "Anyways, I'll leave you two alone. I'm sure that's what you want, anyways."

He went over to the liquor bar and grabbed another beer. John shook his head and nudged Sherlock.

"I think we may have a drunk Lestrade on our hands." He motioned to Lestrade.

Sherlock shrugged.

"As long as he doesn't get into any fist fights, I think we should just let him be. Plus, I have a more important person to attend to."

Sherlock turned and grinned at John; he squeezed John's knee gently, as if saying: you're the important person. You're the only person that can make me act this way.

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