Thank you everybody for the wedding love. I'm so happy you all loved it. And I love all then new people who have found the story and are loving it. Here's just a little bit to finish off the wedding festivities, before we get into the wedding night and honeymoon sexy times ;) And if anyone is interested the song in this chapter is Valentine's Day by Bruce Springsteen from his 1987 album Tunnel of Love.

Maggie got into the champagne and was now trying to get into Frankie's pants. Maura glanced down the head table and shook her head, as Frankie politely excused himself before her got fondled at his sister's wedding.

"Maggie," Maura admonished. "The ink on your divorce papers isn't even dry yet."

Maggie shrugged and took her seat beside Maura. "Oh, he's just so cute. I wonder if he's got a matching set of dimples on his sexy little butt."

Maura smirked into her champagne. "Jane does."

Jane sat down next to her bride. "I do what?"

Maggie winked at her. "I hear you do everything."

Jane laughed. "Well then you can imagine all the things Frankie would do."

Maura slapped Jane's shoulder. "Don't encourage her."

Loud laughter from the end of the table interrupted them. Oma and Nona had gotten into the good brandy. They were getting rowdy by the time the cake was cut. Jane laughed as Oma stumbled up to her. "You're such a cutie," she said, pinching Jane's cheeks. "And good idea on the chocolate cake. "

"Dutch chocolate," Jane corrected with a wink.

Oma let out a hoot. "Adorable. Now when are you girls going to dance. I would like to see you dance."

Maura leaned over from her seat next to Jane. "Soon Oma," she said with a smile.

"You look so pretty dear," Oma said, taking Maura's hand. "I'm very happy you found someone like Jane."

Maura smiled and squeezed her grandmother's hand. "I'm happy too," she said, kissing Jane's cheek.

"Okay, now you two get up and dance, so your Oma can see and then get to bed. What song did you pick?"

Maura looked at her new wife. "I don't know. Jane picked, and has managed to keep it a surprise."

"Aww," Oma said, pinching Jane cheeks again. "Aren't you just the sweetest thing."

Jane chuckled and stood up, offering Maura her hand. "Come on wife," Jane said with a big smile. She motioned to Korsak who got the conductor to stop the band.

Jane led Maura to the centre of Mrs. Isles expansive and beautiful garden, illuminated by the full bright moon and strings of lights in the trees. The music started, and Maura was struck with emotion, letting out a shaky gasp. Everyone at the reception looked up from their champagne and conversations to watch Jane pull Maura close and begin to sway to the music.

Maura wrapped her arms around Jane's neck, letting her fingers comb through brown curls, as she rested her cheek on Jane's shoulder. "I love this song," she whispered.

Jane smiled and wrapped her arms around Maura's slender waist. "I know, and I wanted to dance with you to it. It didn't seem right for us to dance to anything else but the Boss."

I'm driving a big lazy car rushin' up the highway in the dark

I got one hand steady on the wheel and one hand's tremblin' over my heart

It's pounding baby like it's gonna bust right on through

And it ain't gonna stop till I'm alone again with you

Jane took a deep breath, closing her eyes as she held her bride close. She hummed and sang along softly into Maura's hair.

They say he travels fastest who travels alone

But tonight I miss my girl, mister tonight I miss my home

The eyes watching them and everything beyond their entwined bodies melted away. Jane could only feel Maura's body pressed flush to hers and the soft grass beneath her bare feet.

Is it the sound of the leaves

Left blown by the wayside

That's got me out here on this spooky old highway tonight

Maura sighed deeply, nuzzling Jane's neck. When she was a little girl, she'd never imagined this moment in her life. Even if she had, she would have never imagined love like this, because she would have never been able to imagine someone like Jane Rizzoli. Someone who loved her, not despite her 'goofiness', as Jane put it, but because of it.

Is it the cry of the river

With the moonlight shining through

That ain't what scares me baby

What scares me is losin' you

Jane kept singing softly, her rough voice mingling with Bruce and the music. Maura closed her eyes as tears rolled down her cheeks. Jane was quick to turn her head and kiss them away.

They say if you die in your dreams you really die in your bed

But honey last night I dreamed my eyes rolled straight back in my head

And God's light came shinin' on through

I woke up in the darkness scared and breathin' and born anew

"I love you so much, Maura," Jane whispered. "I don't know how to show you just how much, but I'm going to spend the rest of my life trying."

It wasn't the cold river bottom I felt rushing over me

It wasn't the bitterness of a dream that didn't come true

It wasn't the wind in the grey fields I felt rushing through my arms

No no baby it was you

Jane kissed away fresh tears, before closing her own eyes and holding Maura tighter, knowing nothing else needed to be said.

So hold me close honey say you're forever mine

And tell me you'll be my lonely valentine

They clung to each other, long after the music had faded, still swaying to a tune that only they could hear.