Author's Note: This chapter is pretty long compared to the others, but I wanted to make sure the visuals were right for the wedding. Only one chapter left! Don't forget to comment, please!
Ever since the sun rose in Seattle, the weather man had promised it would be a bright and sunny day, one of the only days of the year that wouldn't involve rain.
It was a beautiful day for a wedding.
In the town of Lakewood, approximately fifteen minutes from Seattle, there was a place called the Thornewood Castle. At 5pm, there would be a wedding. By 8am, caterers, florists, photographers and many other vendors were already at the castle, putting everything together.
Mark and his two groomsmen had just arrived at the castle and getting settled into the groom's parlor room on the second floor, which was a floor below where the bridal party had already been since the night before.
Derek hung up the three tuxes that he had slung over his shoulder, as Owen shuffled across the room to open the curtains, taking in the view of the courtyard.
"Holy pink Jesus," Owen chuckled, catching his first glimpse of the wedding arrangements below.
"What?" Mark raised an eyebrow, moving to look at what his friend was laughing at. "Oh dear god,"
Rows of white chairs, adorned with alternating pink and black bows lined what was called the secret english garden for the ceremony. The back drop was an archway where the bride and groom would say their vows. The archway was covered in hot pink and black tulle, with white lilies.
An enormous white tent was set up on the main lawn for the reception. Tables covered in white, with black silk and pink tulle down the middle. A centerpiece adorned the middle of each table, consisting of white lilies, hot pink roses, and black feathers. Black silk dressed chairs, with pink and black bows tied around the back, surrounded the tables.
Derek looked at his friend with a sly smile. "Are you surprised? Come on, remember how disappointed she was in our residency when she couldn't get the hospital to order her hot pink scalpels?"
Mark laughed. "Nope, not surprised at all,"
"I'd shoot myself if Christina loved pink,"
"Eh," Mark shrugged with a smile. "I made peace with a pink wedding a few weeks ago,"
Derek moved to open the door when he heard a gentle knock on the other side. He opened it to find Addison. She was dressed in her black bridesmaid dress that had a thick pink ribbon that wrapped around her waist, tied in a bow in the back. Sofia was perched on her hip.
"Hi," Addison smiled, as she stepped into the room. "Just a couple more hours!"
"Da!" Sofia giggled and reached for Mark. She was dressed in a silky hot pink baby dress and shiny black baby shoes, a pink bow was nestled in the black hair ontop of her head.
"Hi baby girl," he took her in his arms and sat down in an arm chair by the window. "Oh my goodness, they even dipped you in pink!"
"Are you nervous?" Addison reached out to touch Mark's shoulder.
"Nah, not really," Mark chuckled as Sofia looked out the window and clapped her hands, excitedly. "I'll just be glad to get it over with. Sleeping without Becca last night totally sucked,"
"Yeah, but you know the rules," Derek replied. "Can't see the bride before the wedding,"
"No, but you can," Mark pointed his chin the direction of a small gift bag on the end table near by. "Go give that to her,"
"Now?" he raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah," Addison pulled a long velvet box from her back pocket. "I have something for Mark too,"
"Alright," Derek grabbed the bag. "I'll be back in a few,"
"I don't see how you're gonna make it out the door," Arizona stood on the other end of the room with Callie, both of them dressed in hot pink, floor length dresses, a thick black ribbon around the waist, tied in a bow in the back.
Becca stood infront of the picture window, taking directions from the photographer.
Becca giggled. "I'll be fine,"
"I'm just saying, the dress is huge,"
"Which makes it even more beautiful." Callie said, as she moved to open the door, finding Derek on the other side.
"Hello ladies," he smiled.
"Hi!" Becca turned to greet him with a bright smile.
"Wow," he looked her over with a smile. "Look at you,"
"What do you think?" she asked, twirling around in her dress.
"It's huge," he chuckled.
"That's what I said!" Arizona laughed.
"But it's beautiful," he smiled, "Just like the woman wearing it,"
"I'll be downstairs taking some photos of the decor," the photographer gently touched Becca's shoulder. "I'll see you at the ceremony,"
"Thank you," Becca smiled as she the photographer escaped out the door.
"I've got something for you," Derek held up the gift bag in his hand.
"Oh, you bought her a gift? I want one," Callie teased.
Derek chuckled. "I didn't. Mark did,"
Arizona smiled, "We're gonna go downstairs and make sure everything's running smoothly," she took Callie's hand. "Be back in a bit,"
"So," Becca smiled at Derek.
"You look amazing," he pulled her into a gentle hug. "You know I love you, right?"
"I love you too," she hugged him back.
"I can't tell you how happy I am that you and Mark made it back to each other,"
"It is pretty incredible, huh," she giggled.
"He wanted me to give you this," he reached into the bag, pulled out a velvet box and handed it to her.
Becca opened it, finding a sparkling bracelet inside. "Oh my god!"
"They're pink diamonds," Derek helped her take it out of the box and secured it around her wrist. "He picked it out the day we went to pick up our tuxes. It took us forever to find a jeweler in town that was able to order pink diamonds. Apparently, they aren't easy to find,"
"It's freaking amazing," she smiled brightly. "God, I love that man,"
"I'm pretty sure he has some strong feelings for you also," Derek said with a chuckle.
"How is he?"
"He's fine. Complained about how hard it was to not have you next to him lastnight, but he survived." He replied, moving to look out of the picture window out into the courtyard.
"Aww,"
"There's a lot of stuff going on down there, what's the schedule like?"
"Well, as you know, the ceremony is at 5. From there, guests will mingle for a cocktail hour in the garden patio, while me and Mark pose for pictures, along with the rest of the wedding party. Then, off to dinner under the tent in the courtyard. Then, it's back inside to the main ballroom for cocktails, dancing, and cake,"
"Wow, it's gonna be a busy night," he looked at his watch. "I better get back downstairs, none of us are even dressed yet,"
Becca cleared her throat and looked up at him. "Derek," she spoke softly.
"Yeah?" he turned as he put a hand on the doorknob.
"I probably should have asked you sooner," she started. "But, I…um...would you walk me down the aisle…with Addy?"
A gentle smile formed on Derek's lips as he moved to gently squeeze her hand. "It would be my honor," he pecked a kiss on her forehead.
Downstairs in the groom's parlor, Addison sat on the ottomon, watching Sofia crawl across the floor. Mark came out of the bathroom, fiddling with his pink tie. "Hey Red,"
"Yeah?"
"A little help?"
Addison smiled, rolled her eyes, and stood up to help him. "You're a freakin' doctor and you have this much trouble with a tie?"
"Hey, I live in scrubs," he chuckled. "Don't judge me,"
"So, what'd you get Becca?" she asked as she finished tying his tie and stepped back.
"A bracelet," he replied, looking in the mirror. "Pink diamond bracelet,"
"Wow! Fancy!" she smiled. "Are you ready for your present?"
Mark turned around with look of curiosity. "Sure,"
"I guarantee you that it's better than what you got her,"
"Oh really?" he asked as she walked over the table that was by the door. He hadn't noticed that she had laid down a long velvet box when she came in, one that looked identical to the one he had sent Derek to present to Becca. "If she got me a pink diamond bracelet, I'm not gonna laugh as much as you will,"
Addison giggled and handed him the box. "That would be hilarious, though,"
"Not really," he held the box in his hand and looked up at her, almost nervous to open it.
"Go on!"
Mark opened the box to find a long white stick, something he had definitely seen before. It was a digital pregnancy test with a 'positive' reading. "No way!" he exclaimed.
Addison simply smiled brightly. "Congratulations,"
"Oh my god!" he chuckled in excitement. "How long has she-"
"The day before we went to pick up the dresses," she explained. "Then, after the dress shop we snuck over to the hospital and snuck in a quick ultrasound. She's only a few weeks along, so there wasn't much to see, but there's definitely a little peanut in there,"
"Wow," he grinned and turned to pick up Sofia. "Sof! You're gonna be a big sister!"
Mark stood under an altar of pink and black tulle, Owen standing close by with a gap between the two of them, where Derek would stand in a few minutes. Other grooms would be nervous, but he was completely at ease, knowing that soon he would be whisking his bride away to their honeymoon.
He had already made all the reservations and arrangements and he couldn't wait to surprise her with them. After the reception tonight, they would head to the honeymoon suite of the Seattle Hotel, but in the morning they would board a plane and head to Fiji. She had always talked about how badly she wanted to vacation there, to swim in the clear blue water, feast on seafood, and take in the sunset.
He was shaken from his thoughts when the violinist in the distance began playing. Arizona came down the aisle, clutching her bouquet of white lilies, she gave him a gentle smile and stood across from him.
Next, Callie proceeded down the aisle, Sofia perched on her hip. Sofia had a handful of pink rose petals that she was supposed to throw, but had managed to chew on more than what she threw. Callie made it to the front and gently handed the baby off to her dad who was sitting in the front row, then she moved to stand next to Arizona. Mark smiled at his daughter, waving at her as she giggled at him.
The tone of the violinist's sweet song changed, as everyone stood up. Mark turned and felt his heart flutter at the sight before him. His bride was absolutely stunning.
Her sleeveless gown was massive, it had to have stuck out atleast 3 feet all the way around her. The satin, organza, and tulle all melded together to form a beautiful sight. Crystal and pink beading made it's way down the bodice, stopping at a hot pink satin ribbon, which wrapped around her and was secured by a hot pink flower on her right side.
Her blonde curls cascaded down her shoulders, the sides pinned up to show off the tiara that was connected to the veil that flowed to the floor, overlapping the train of the dress. He noticed the earrings she wore, he remembered he had bought them for her months ago when he they had reunited in New York.
He noticed the new pink diamond bracelet on her wrist, her hands clutching a bouquet of hot pink roses and white lilies. Addison stood on her left side, Derek on her right, both of them had their arms linked under her elbow.
Mark smiled brightly as Becca made it to the altar.
"Who gives this woman," the priest asked.
"We do," Addison and Derek said in unison. Derek turned to take his place next to Mark and Addison next to Becca, holding her bouquet.
Feeling tears escape his eyes, Mark reached out to take Becca's hands in his own.
"Ladies and gentleman, we are gathered here today…"
"Ya know, as much as I hate to admit it," Christina stood next to Meredith, holding a drink in her hand. "The bride and groom are pretty adorable together," she pointed her chin towards where the wedding party were posing for pictures.
Meredith grinned at her friend, holding her own drink. "Christina, this pregnancy is making you soft,"
"Yeah, I know. It's pathetic," she took a sip of her drink.
"Christina! Are you drinking?!"
"It's a shirley freakin' temple,"
"Okay," Meredith giggled. "It's my job to make sure,"
"Yeah, yeah," she rolled her eyes. "So, what are you gonna do about April?"
"Derek kicked her out lastnight," Meredith replied. "He allowed her to come back this morning and get the rest of ther things, but he supervised while she packed,"
"Good!" Christina replied. "God, I knew she was a little off, but jesus christ, she's totally psycho!"
"I know," Meredith shook her head. "I couldn't believe it when Lexie and Derek told me,"
"Speaking of Lexie, how is she?"
"She's doing okay," she smiled. "Her and Alex should be here in just a bit,"
Christina made a face. "They're coming here? After everything that was said? Is that a good idea?"
"Becca called Lexie this morning and invited her, Lexie declined, but she insisted. I guess Becca told her that she doesn't want any hard feelings between anyone. Becca told her she didn't wanna make her feel uncomfortable, so she told her that she and Alex could come to the reception,"
"Wow," Christina shook her head with a giggle. "That's so odd,"
"Why?" Meredith raised an eyebrow. "I think it's good. I don't see the two of them being best friends, but they shouldn't hate each other over Mark, either,"
"Yeah," she shrugged. "I guess you have a point,"
After finishing up with the bridal party photos, Mark and Becca were able to pull themselves away from all their guests to spend a few minutes alone together. The two had made their way back over to the garden where they had made their vows, hand in hand.
"Finally," Mark pulled his bride close to his chest, planting a tender kiss on her lips. "I've been waiting to be alone with you all day,"
"Aww, did you miss me lastnight?"
"You have no idea," he rested his forehead against hers, kissing the tip of her nose.
"So, what do you think of the dress?" she pulled away and twirled around infront of him.
"It's amazing and beautiful," he smilled, grabbing her hand to pull her back to him.
"Wait, wait," she grinned evilly and lifted it up far enough to reveal her pink heels.
"Oh my god," his eye widened.
Becca giggled and moved back into his arms. "I thought I'd get that reaction,"
"Why do you do this to me," he growled into her neck.
Becca giggled with a shrug. "Because I can,"
"You like your bracelet?" he asked, pecking a kiss inside her wrist.
"I love it," she smiled. "What about your gift?"
Mark looked into her eyes and smiled brightly, looping his arms around her hips. "I'm ecstatic,"
"Me too!" she smiled. "I can't wait to be holding our baby in my arms,"
Mark rested his forehead against hers once more, nose to nose, he planted a kiss on her lips. "I love you," he whispered.
"I love you too," she kissed him back.
The night had gone by quickly. Everyone had finished dinner and moved inside to the main ballroom for the reception. Dancing, toasts, congratulatory hugs and plenty of laughs and good times were had by all.
"I want a picture of this for the hospital bulletin board," Mark turned to find Derek appear beside him. Derek was referring to Becca and Addison, who were in the middle of the dance floor. The two women had just finished a slow dance together, now the two had just broken into various dance moves from the 80's.
Mark chuckled, taking a sip from his glass of scotch. "Crazy girls,"
"Can you do me a favor, tonight?" Derek asked.
Mark looked to his friend and raised an eyebrow. "I'm gonna be a little busy tonight,"
Derek laughed. "No need for details," he reached over and shoved an envelope into the inside pocket of Mark's tux. "Give that to the bride, okay?"
"Will do," he nodded, taking another sip from his glass.
"Ladies and Gentleman," Everyone turned to find Callie by the stage with the microphone. "It's time to cut the cake!"
Becca and Addison moved from the dance floor, giggling and laughing. Mark took Becca's hand and they all moved over to the corner of the room where the cake was.
"Thank god," Christina stood to her feet, grabbing Owen's hand. "I've been waiting for this all night,"
Meredith laughed and followed her. "I can't wait until you're so fat that you can't walk,"
Christina turned and shot her a glare. "Meredith, karma's a bitch, remember that,"
Owen chuckled. "She's gonna be gorgeous no matter how big she gets,"
"Yeah yeah," Christina sighed. "Just help me get cake and shutup,"
After the cake was cut, the bouquet and garter were thrown, it was time for the bride and groom to say goodbye. They shared hugs with their friends and moved out the door, where they climbed into a limo and headed to the hotel that Mark had booked for the night.