Sherlock adjusted his coat and bow tie. He was completely calm, and rational. He knew there was nothing to be nervous about. Well, he thought so, until several different images of Molly in different wedding gowns ran through his head, then he began to panic. Roger and John were calming him, while Mycroft paced silently. He was anxious to start the ceremony.
Once the gentlemen arrived, they played usher for a while, and seated their guests to the right spots. Jonah, who would be walking with Sally down the aisle, was looking paler by the minute. Sherlock eventually picked up the boy, and carried him to the nearest bathroom.
"So, what is it?"
"There are people..."
"There were more at John's wedding."
"Not Prince Harry and Prince William! Not the Prime Minister, and certainly not..." Jonah's pale face was suddenly tinged with pink. Sherlock smirked.
"Sally wasn't your partner?" Jonah shook his head.
"Dad, I'm nervous about seeing her. What do I do?"
"Take a deep breath, son." Jonah did. Greg came in.
"Come on, Sherlock, it's nearly time."
"Give us five minutes, Jonah's panicking." Sherlock said. Greg looked surprised, and crouched down.
"Hey, you okay?"
"He's nervous about Sally." Greg smiled.
"Listen all right? You're old Dad here is internally panicking right now too about seeing Molly."
"He is?" Jonah asked. Sherlock nodded. It was true, he couldn't lie to Jonah. Ever time he thought about it, his stomach clenched.
"Yes. And I've seen her. You'll be the luckiest boy in the church." Jonah smiled. "She's nervous too, so you have to take a deep breath, and make sure she knows you guys can hang on to one another." Jonah nodded.
"Okay." He said. "Thanks, Greg." They hugged. Greg stood up, and adjusted his suit. "Come on, Dad, you'll be late for your wedding."
"You'll be okay?" Sherlock asked.
"You guys helped me. I'll be okay." They went to line up. Sherlock, Roger, John, then Mycroft lined up. They were awaiting their partners. When the music queued, John started grinning as Mary walked down the aisle.
"I must say, John, you do pick them well." Mycroft said. John blushed. Sherlock took a deep breath. He knew Molly would be coming soon. It made him a wreck. He could see his mother and father already grinning. Next came Megan, who would be walking with John, as Roger was Sherlock's best man. He didn't want to decide, but Roger had known him better than Sherlock knew himself at times. John had too, but Roger had been there for longer. John was flattered that Sherlock would even consider more than one guest. He hadn't realized it was slightly part of the fact that Molly chose more than one bridesmaid. Next, came Lily, who looked beautiful. Sherlock grinned at her. Callum and Archie, from the music section, grinned too. Calvin looked enraptured by her pure beauty alone. No lust shone in his eyes. If it did, he was good about hiding it from Sherlock.
"I knew I liked Calvin for a reason." Sherlock muttered. Roger chuckled. Sherlock grinned at Lily, who smiled back. His eyes turned to the aisle, and he wanted to laugh, out of the fatherly affection at the sight before him.
Jonah, complete with a tuxedo and bow tie, looked handsome, and he proudly carried the pillow bearing the rings. On his arm was Sally, looking beautiful in her dress. Jonah was blushing like crazy, and people were laughing in endearment. Sally was looking rather proud of herself. Next to him, Sherlock felt Roger tense.
"Relax, their eight, What are they going to do?" Roger nodded once, and slowly relaxed. Jonah looked rather pleased that he'd done his job well, and he grinned at Sherlock. Sally grinned at Roger.
"Well done, Jonah." John hissed. Jonah grinned.
"Thanks Uncle John." He replied. John smiled. Everyone stood, and Sherlock, taking a deep breath, looked up. Roger looked at Molly in surprise.
"I must say, Sherlock. You made a wonderful choice." She had on a simple white gown that had spaghetti straps to hold it up. Her hair was done in loose curls, then pinned to her head in a elegant fashion. Her small heel and simple make up did the job perfectly. Sherlock was stunned. Greg in his pale gray tuxedo escorted her down the aisle, looking very much the part of brig brother. Sherlock walked uneasily towards her, and Greg handed her off after a warm hug, and a kiss on the cheek.
"You take care of her now." Greg hissed. Sherlock could barely nod, let alone speak. Molly shakily took his arm, and they went towards the priest.
"You look amazing." Sherlock whispered in her ear. She turned pink.
"Thanks." She whispered back, and handed her flowers to Mary. Sherlock and Molly stood facing each other, their hands clasped together. Sherlock turned to stare at her face, and nowhere else. As the wedding droned on, and Archie played away at the piano in the appropriate spots, Sherlock continued to marvel at her. Eventually, they got to the part that Sherlock was looking forward to.
"With this ring, I thee wed." Sherlock said., sliding on the wedding band. His mother sobbed with Mrs. Hooper.
"With this ring I thee wed." Molly replied, tears running down her face, and grinning.
"I now pronounce you man and wife. You may now kiss the bride." Sherlock took her face gently with his long, slender, musicians fingers, and pressed his lips to hers. Around them, cheers erupted and a wolf whistle came from who Sherlock suspected to be Lestrade.
Sherlock turned with his new wife to face the congregation, holding tightly to her hand.
"May I present you, Mr. and Mrs. Sherlock Archibald James Holmes." Everyone stood and cheered. Sherlock offered Molly his arm, and she took it. They kissed again, and walked their way back up the aisle.