A/N: I wrote the end of this chapter long before I read any taping reports or saw any promos. I just wanted to point that out because of... reasons. Thanks for reading.

Sheldon woke up even earlier than he normally did the next morning. He wasn't sure why, but since it was Sunday and the only thing he had planned for the day was a game of paintball with the guys later, he just stayed in bed. It wasn't the kind of thing that he would do before Amy, but he was enjoying watching her sleep. She looked different without her glasses, but she was still his Amy. He would know that face anywhere and from any angle.

Amy muttered something that Sheldon couldn't quite understand. She usually only spoke in her sleep when she was having a nightmare. He thought about waking her up, but a small smile spread across her face. Then he heard her say, "I do," and a few tears slipped from her closed eyes. He would have been concerned that she was upset or sad, but the smile was still there. It was clear that she was dreaming of their wedding.

He couldn't help himself when Amy's mouth moved in a way that he was very familiar with, he moved toward her and placed a kiss on her waiting lips. Sheldon felt a little bad that he had done it when her eyes fluttered open.

"Sorry. I had to kiss you. It was our wedding after all," Sheldon said.

"Was I talking in my sleep? Did I wake you up?" Amy asked, embarrassed.

"I was already awake, and you only said enough for me to get a gist of what was happening. So, how was the wedding? Should we take some notes?"

Amy tried to think about her dream, but all she could remember was the church and Sheldon is a gray suit. "Um. You were in a gray suit, and it was a lovely service," Amy told him. She closed her eyes. "That's all I have."

Sheldon kissed her forehead. "Do you want me to wear a gray suit?"

"You looked very handsome in it, and I am very fond of the color," Amy said.

"I'll start looking. Let me know if you want me to do anything else," Sheldon said.

"Moral support? I'm supposed to start dress shopping with Penny and Bernadette today. I wasn't one of those kids who planned out their wedding to every detail when I was a little girl. I'm hoping that I can find things that suit us both," Amy said.

"Klingon invitations like Wolowitz had?" Sheldon asked.

"I'm not sure that I'm willing to go that far," Amy said. Then she thought about it for a moment. "How about one Klingon phrase at the bottom?" It was his wedding too.

"Oh! I know just the one," Sheldon said. Then he said a bunch of words that didn't sound like words. "This may require some thought. I'll get back to you," Sheldon said. Then he started speaking to himself in Klingon again.

I'm marrying the cutest man-child on the planet, Amy thought as she got out of bed to get ready to go shopping with the girls. She had a hardy breakfast because it seemed like it was going to be a long day. Then, Amy groaned because she realized it was only the beginning of this particular journey.

The girls looked in three dress shops before they even found something Amy wanted to try on. She was trying to find something that was between looking too old fashioned and looking too sexy. They were all too poofy and all too low cut. Amy obviously didn't conform to fashion standards, and she just wanted something that seemed like her.

They didn't even find any bridesmaid's dresses that they liked. Amy was feeling very discouraged by the whole experience until they got to the sixth store of the day. It wasn't a shop that Penny had recommended, but rather one that Amy spotted out the window as they drove by.

"Can we stop in that one?" she asked, and Penny pulled over. Amy was searching through the racks and racks of dresses, and she wasn't feeling any better about these. Then she saw one with a crossed v-neck. It looked like it would cover her well without making her look like she was getting married a hundred years ago. It didn't have much in the way of sleeves, but it also didn't show too much cleavage or back. Plus, it wasn't so puffy that she thought she would look like a cotton ball. She thought it was worth the time to try it on at least.

Amy tried it on and thought it was a little too long and the waist seemed a little too low for her short frame, but she actually liked the cut quite a lot. She walked out to let her friends see her in the dress. Bernadette looked like she was about to cry. Penny just said, "Oh, sweetie, you're beautiful."

Amy smiled at the girls. She was glad that they liked it as much as she did. "Do you really think this is the one?"

"I do. You'll need to get it altered, but I think you look radiant in it," Penny told her as she pulled her in for a hug. A shop clerk appeared from somewhere and helped Amy with the dress. She took some measurements and arranged to start the alterations on the dress. It took another hour before she was ready to leave, but she felt a lot better about having found such a beautiful wedding dress. Amy thought she didn't know what she wanted, but upon reflection, that was what she always pictured wearing. Maybe she knew more about this wedding planning than she thought.

Amy spent the rest of the day texting with Sheldon and approving dresses for Penny and Bernadette to try on. They didn't make any choices on the bridesmaid's dresses, but they each had a few favorites that they were going to think on. Amy had been leaning toward gray and blue as wedding colors, but both Penny and Bernadette wanted pink. She couldn't help but admit that they both looked very good in pink. It was hard choosing. Amy couldn't have been happier to get home to Sheldon that night.

"Hey, kid. Did you find what you were looking for," Sheldon said upon seeing a very tired looking Amy come through the door.

Sheldon was sitting at his computer desk and Amy went over to him and sat on his lap. "I found a great dress for me, but I can't show it to you. As for finding dresses for Penny and Bernadette, I'm still trying to decide," Amy said just before she kissed Sheldon on the lips. He had his arm around her waist, holding her up.

"How was your game?" Amy asked.

"I'll have you know that it is not a game. It's warfare. With paintballs, but it went well. We won, but suffered both Raj and Leonard as casualties," he told her.

She kissed his face a couple more times and said, "At least you survived, my hero."

"Did you have dinner? I could make you something," Sheldon offered.

"Does that mean that you don't want to make out with me?"

"No. It means that I want you at full strength before I ravish you," Sheldon said with a smirk.

"You're going to ravish me, huh? I guess I better have something to eat then."

"That's my girl," Sheldon said as Amy stood up. He reached over and playfully slapped her ass.

"It's like you are a different person," Amy said as she giggled.

"So are you, Miss all-physical-contact-is-off-the-table. You've made me a better person, that's why I want to marry you so much. With you, I'm bound to win that Nobel Prize."

Sheldon brought Amy a grilled cheese sandwich and a cup of soup. He put exactly seven goldfish crackers in her soup and then grabbed some food for himself. She ate her dinner and loved that Sheldon was so thoughtful.

"You are too good to me," she told him.

"No one could be too good to you," Sheldon said seriously.