From the end of the aisle, Mark could see all of his close friends and family. His mother sat on the front row with tears streaking her face; he smiled at her. As the string quartet began to play Pachelbel's Canon, Mark looked down the aisle. The first person to come down was his sister, she had her brown hair pulled up and she wore a strapless marine colored dress that stopped just above the knees. Following her was Callie and then Beth. Mark's niece, Margot, made her way down the aisle, dropping the flower petals in piles. When she reached the end she looked down into her basket and dumped the rest right in front of her.

When the doors opened and Mark first saw Erica his heart nearly stopped. Her gown was white and strapless with metallic embroidery. The A-line dress fit her perfectly and the chapel train dragged gracefully behind her. Erica's hair was simply done with loose curls flowing onto her shoulders.

Seeing Mark at the end of the aisle only made Erica smile grow wider. She lightly squeezed her father's arm as they made their way down the aisle. When they reached Mark, Denis gave his daughter a kiss on the cheek before placing her hand in Marks.

"Good afternoon everyone. Today we come to celebrate the union of Mark and Erica." The officiator said as she looked around. "Marriage is a special institution, consented to by both individuals. In that spirit, Mark and Erica have written their own vows." She nodded her head to Erica.

"Mark Sloan," Erica smiled. "I didn't mean to fall for you. I was adamantly against it, but I guess my heart had other plans. You're egotistical, and you infuriate me, but I love you. You call me on my mistakes, and you support me with everything I do. No one else has ever made me feel the way you do, and on top of it all you're my best friend. There's no one I'd rather spend the rest of my life with than you." She slid the band onto Mark's finger.

"Erica, you changed me for the better, ask anyone here. You're talented and witty, and you keep me on my toes. You recognize that I have a past, and I've made mistakes, but you looked beyond that to love me. I pursued you in search for a challenge, instead I found a woman who understands me better than anyone I've ever known, or ever will know. I love you, with more than just my heart. Oh, and I will never, ever be this romantic and sappy again." Mark said sliding the ring onto Erica's finger.

The officiator allowed the laughter to die down before she spoke, "I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."

"Keep it G-rated you two." Addison called.

Erica rolled her eyes and Mark laughed as he bent down to kiss his wife.

"Well, that's all folks." The officiator said.

Erica took her bouquet from Beth, and she and Mark walked back down the aisle. After the ceremony, Mark and Erica remained to take pictures while everyone else went up to the reception area.

"That was easy," Mark said as the photographer positioned them.

"Whatever you say pretty boy. You clean up well you know."

"You don't look half bad yourself." Mark smiled.

After they finished with the pictures, made their entrance at the reception and ate, it was time for the toasts. Beth was the first to go, "So, Mark you've married my sister-in-law. She's the closest thing I have to a sister so if you screw up expect three deaths instead of just the two you'll receive from Denis and my husband. But seriously, the first time Erica mentioned you I knew you were the one, which was the day she turned you down in the elevator. She was frustrated and annoyed that you continued to pursue her, and I thought gee perfect for Erica. The first time I met you I thought, man candy and heartbreaker, but it was obvious from the way you interact you were in it for the long hall, whether Erica liked it or not. So today, on the occasion of your wedding, I wish nothing but the best of luck, 'cause you'll need it when dealing with my best friend and stubborn sister-in-law. Welcome to the family Mark."

"My turn. I remember when dear old Mark was in high school. Let me stop. Mark I was honored when you asked me to be your best man, then I thought who else would it be but me. Then I couldn't think of what I would say. I could talk about all the women you ever brought by the house, or how much of a trouble maker you were in college, but none of that seemed right for this occasion. So I guess I'll give you advice. Number one, your wife is always right. No matter what Erica says or does she is always right. Which leads to rule number two: your wife is never wrong. It goes well with number one. For further guidance, when in trouble say I'm sorry, even if you don't know what you did because according to rules number one and two Erica will always be right. Erica, if he ever gets out of line and forget these rules, let me know. I'll set him straight. To Erica and Mark." Kevin raised his glass and the rest of the room followed suite.

Following the toast, Mark and Erica cut the cake, which went fairly civilly. Only a few crumbs ended up in Mark's hair and a small amount of icing ended up on Erica's nose forehead and mouth. After the fiasco of a cake cutting, it was time for dancing. Erica shared the first dance with her father.

Their first dance that Erica and Mark danced to, as a married couple, was to Shania Twain's "From this Moment On." When they finished dancing, neither Nora Hahn nor Catherine Simon's eyes were dry. They looked at each other and Nora whispered in Catherine's ear, "Now we need to change their minds about children."


AN: Finally the wedding, the entire time while I was writing the last three chapters I listened to Shania Twain's song; I couldn't get it out of my head. So I have no idea how I'm going to end this story and resolving the whole memory loss thing so, this story may keep going. Suggestions are nice (I'm thinking about an appearance from Mark's dad). Anyway, thanks for reading and please review!