Well, here is the wedding chapter!!! I hope you like it, please let me know your thoughts. The reception will be next, I promise! I will try to have it written by the end of the week next week, but that is finals week so I will be really busy…But I will have it written and posted ASAP. Please Review!! I'll post faster if you review nice, long, detailed reviews. Peace!

Breathe In, Breathe Out. I coached myself, obeying my orders by drawing in shaky breathes and forcing them back out. I looked down at my quivering hands and tried to steady them by gathering up my lace skirt in my fingers and tightly clenching my fists. Why was time ticking by so slowly? What could possibly be going on in there?

I tried to peek through the thick crack between the double wooden doors that separated me from my wedding. I attempted to position myself in multiple ways to get a look but failed to see anything but darkness. I took a step back and studied the doors from top to bottom. The space between the doors and the floor was small, but it was wider than the space that barely existed between them. I looked around the cheery greeting room of the small country church, nobody was in sight except Mary, who was occupied with changing baby Timothy's diaper on the wooden bench.

I got down on my hands and knees, careful not to mess up my hair that hung in loose curls except for the two front sides of my face, which were French braided back and attached with a pretty barrette, a gift from Sarah. I pressed the side of my face against the polished wooden floor and got a vague peek into the sanctuary. I could distinguish the wooden benches and brightly colored carnations and the shoes of our guests, but before I could position myself to get a better look, my knee slipped on my skirt I fell sideways into the solid doors, causing one to crack open and directing the attention of the crowd to the back of the room.

I sat up swiftly and backed away from the door. I heard the people murmur questions like, "Is it starting already?" and "Hurry, it's starting!"

I heard the door open more and immediately shut behind a tall figure. I stared up from my still seated position and saw the face of Drew giving me a questioning look.

"What are you doing on the floor?" He asked, taking my hand and helping me up. I brushed off my backside and felt my face flush. I looked over at Mary, who was giving me the identical look the Drew was.

"I, ah, well…you see…Is something going wrong in there? Why is it taking so long?" I stumbled, growing more embarrassed by the minute.

"Marty, you have only been here for twenty minutes." He chuckled, gently squeezing my shoulders. "Everything is fine, just relax, okay?" I gave him a shaky smile and nodded my head, my face still flaming. I heard Mary laugh as she stood with Timothy in her arms. She made her way over to us and handed the baby to her husband.

"She is just nervous," Mary defended me as she began to smooth my hair back into place. "It happens to the best of us." She patted my cheek and took the baby back.

Drew smiled and put his arm around me. "Marriage isn't TOO terrible," he said jokingly as Jack walked in, hand-in-hand with Sarah. "Just ask Mr. and Mrs. Kelly." Drew added gesturing the newlyweds.

"Ehh… could be woise," Jack smiled and squeezed Sarah's hand. "What happened here?" he asked gesturing to my flaming cheeks. I squinted my eyes and glared at him.

"Where have you been, Jack Kelly? You were here just ten minutes ago and then you disappeared… what if you missed the whole thing?" I inquired angrily, more out of nerves than actual anger. He looked from Drew to Mary, then back to me again.

"I would neva miss dis, not for da world. We just went for a walk to pass da time, dats all." I looked at the floor, ashamed of myself for taking out my nerves on my best friend. It wasn't his fault I made a fool out of myself.

"I'm sorry, Jack, it's just…"

"Hey, don't worry bout it. It's a big day fer ya, I expected ya to be a tad edgy," He went to ruffle my hair but thought twice about it, not wanting to mess it up for the wedding. He looked at me closer and somberly said, "Ya look beautiful, kiddo. Ya may be edgy, but youse is glowing." I gave him a jittery smile; that was the first time he has ever called me beautiful. I blushed and playfully punched him in the arm.

"Thanks, Kelly."

Sarah and Mary made a fuss over me, doing several walk-arounds to make sure that everything was as perfect as it was when I left the apartment, because knowing me I had probably messed something up. After enduring their picking and smoothing, I was declared "perfect", and just in time for Drew to rejoin us in the foyer with a big smile on his face.

"Are you ready?"

Breathe In, Breathe Out. I felt myself grow shaky again, but Jack grabbed my hand and hooked it inside his arm. I regained my strength and gave Drew and confident smile and nod. "I have never been more ready."

Jack squeezed my hand in his arm. "I gotta tell ya, kiddo, I never taught ya would grow up." We both laughed quietly and he grew serious. "An' I neva wanted ya to neither." I rested my head on his arm for a second, giving him a makeshift hug.

"Don't worry; I will never outgrow the Newsies…or our friendship."

He leaned over and kissed my temple. "I love ya Marty, jest like da sista I neva had." I looked over at him in awe. That was the first time he said he loved me and I was touched. I smiled big, holding back pending tears. "I love you too, Jacky-boy."

I heard the sound of the organ, playing the infamous wedding march, and stood up to my full 4'11 height. Mary handed me my bouquet of colorful carnations hoisted baby Timothy up in a seated position in her arms. The two doors opened and Mary walked down the aisle first, assisting her son with his duty as ring-bearer. Next Sarah made her way down the aisle for the second time that month, this time preceding the bride. She looked stunning with her "new-brides glow" and simple sky-blue dress- tall, graceful and confident.

I took one more deep breath as I got a clear view of our wedding, Spots and mine. It was beautiful; I couldn't imagine anything more perfect. The dark wood floors were shined to perfection and the plain, off white walls were adorned in multitudes of the colored carnations that were chosen for the wedding flower, mainly because of their vibrancy but also because of their cheapness. Seated in the shining wooden seats were the people I cared most about, all standing up and smiling in my directions. Newsies occupied one entire side of the church, most from Brooklyn and Manhattan, but I recognized others from Queens, The Bronx, and Staten Island that I had become acquainted with over my years of being a newsie. I was touched that they came, but I laughed on the inside knowing that the biggest perk for them was seeing Spot commit to one girl for the rest of his life.

On the other side of the sanctuary were Mary's sisters and their families, whom I have gotten to know quite well during my stay with the Albrights, and some other people from the small church I have gotten to know. It was simple, beautiful, and brimming with love-it was a dream come true.

When Sarah reached the end of the aisle, which was sprinkled with white and pink rose petals, I made eye contact with Spot. He looked so handsome in his suit, even though he was very uncomfortable, and I was grateful he decided to wear it just for me. He stood in his position, tall and sturdy, but I could tell that he was as rigid and nervous as I was. I took comfort in this fact, but felt my blush deepen when I read the expression of his face. His normally cold, blue eyes were sparkling with love and amazement, and I knew at that moment that his love for me would last a lifetime.

SPOTS POV

Breathe In, Breath Out. I ordered myself as I stood in the front of the sanctuary feeling like a fool in my suit and tie, the first time I had ever worn one, and I swore to myself that it would be my last. I pulled at my tie and looked around. What was taking so long? Why was time going slowly? I should soak whoever set that clock, it had to be wrong…

I kept my eyes focused on the door, waiting for that organ to start so I could get this ceremony over with and start my life with Marty. That's all I really wanted, if it were up to me we would have just eloped, but I knew how important it was to her to have everybody she cared about involved…and as much as I hate to admit it, I would do anything for her, just to see her face light up the way it does. Like the day I gave her the ring…Yea, I'm pretty much screwed for life. I decided with a smirk.

I quickly stood up straight when one of the doors cracked open and I saw a flash of blonde curls and a white dress swiftly move away from the opening. I smirked to myself, Impatient are ya? I could see her back there now, just as fidgety as I am and desperate to see what was going on. Drew left the sanctuary to see what happened and Marty was probably blushing trying to explain why she was on the floor. A feeling of love swept over me and I was grateful I was marrying a girl who would make every moment of my life an adventure. Sure, she was a handful, but she was no more trouble than she was worth.

Time continued to drag on and my brow began to sweat. I cursed the suit and smoothed my hair back into place, looking around to see if anybody noticed. The small church was full, half of the people I didn't even know. The other half, on the other hand, were very familiar to me. Newsies from all across New York came to watch the infamous ladies man Spot Conlon "take the plunge." I smirked, Plunge. I chose to be like Jack, not that I would tell him that, and see marriage as an adventure instead of the end of something. Besides, it's not like any other girl in the world could compare to Marty.

Drew made his way up the aisle and clamped a hand on my shoulder. I picked up on what he was implying and smirked. "Ready or not, eh?"

He smiled. "Once you see her, you won't be disappointed."

The music started and I mentally sighed from relief. It's about time! The wooden doors that I had memorized the texture of by now opened and I saw Drew's wife walk out with her son, our godson Timothy that Marty affectionately called Timmy, and brought the baby and the rings up to the front where I was standing. She smiled at me and I noticed Timothy was smiling at me too. She walked over the bride's side and stood in her place below the first step.

Sarah was the next one to walk down the aisle. She walked slowly in step with the beat. I groaned inwardly, urging her to hurry up. Second by second I was getting more anxious to see my bride. But Sarah took her time, taking in every moment of being a matron of honor. I smiled, remembering when Marty was the maid of honor and she had to wear that hideous dress. She certainly was a sight, but nonetheless she was beautiful. Nothing could hide her beauty, I assured her of that. After I teased her about it, grateful I was marrying someone who had a sense of humor. Sarah finally made it to the end of the aisle and stood on the wooden step. Here it was, the moment I have been waiting for.

She appeared at the door, holding on to the arms of both Jack and Drew. She decided they both were going to give her away since they have played such an important role in her life. She held those bright flowers that were all around this room and I decided they matched her personality, vivacious and lively.

It took all my strength to keep my mouth closed. Drew hit the bulls-eye when he told me that I would not be disappointed. I watched in awe as she was slowly led down the aisle, taking her steps carefully to ensure that she wouldn't trip. I smiled widely and she smiled in return. Pink was highlighting her vast amount of freckles and I couldn't help but wondering how necessary the reception really was.

I didn't think it was possible to love somebody this much, and I knew that every guy in this room was wondering how I got so lucky. I didn't even know, and I just hope she never figures that out. I knew from that second that I would love her for the rest of my life, and I had no doubt in my mind that those feelings would be returned.

MARTY'S POV

I walked slowly, fearing my rubbery legs would give in and I would trip during my own wedding. Well dat would be somethin' ta tell the children.

"We won't let ya fall," Jack whispered in my ear, reassuring me. I was so glad that I chose to have both of them walk me down the aisle, for support in more ways than just the obvious.

I felt every pair of eyes on me and I wondered what they were thinking. But, of course, the newsies could not keep their emotions to themselves and they whistled as I walked by them. I giggled, knowing that was their own little way of boosting my confidence. I looked at Spots reaction and he appeared to not have heard it. His eyes were focused intently on me, and everything that was around me was in a haze. I couldn't hear anything or see anything else but him. Suddenly I felt the strength return to my legs and I stood stronger. I wanted nothing more than to get to my destination, to my future husband.

After what seemed like an eternity I finally joined Spot at the base of the two steps leading up to the pulpit. I kissed my two escorts on the cheek and Drew joined his wife and son where they were standing and Jack took his place as best man after he linked my arm with Spot's. Together we climbed those two steps and found ourselves in front of the Pastor, the tall and sweet old man that I have grown very fond of.

With my hand in the crook of Spots arm, the place I am positive it was destined to be, I have never felt more self-assured. I knew in my heart that this was right, that I was standing up here with my true-love, and that the man standing beside me felt the same way.

Pastor smiled and looked at us lovingly; he had told me once that there was no greater joy in a Pastors work than marrying two people that God had made for each other. He must be ecstatic right now. He moved his gaze from the pair of lovers in front of him to the crowd behind them.

"We are gathered here today, in the presence of God, to unite these two young people in Holy Matrimony. If anyone has any objection, speak now or forever hold your peace."

Spot turned to the crowd of boys, daring them to say anything with a stern look and point of his finger, utterly convinced that one of them would jump at the chance to be in his shoes right now. I rolled my eyes and grabbed his finger, gently pushing it back down to his side. Pastor just smiled and nodded his head, opening the book he held in front of him.

"Who gives this woman to this man?"

I heard the sound of a crowd rising from there seats and saw the Manhattan boys all standing. I looked from Jack to Drew, who had looks of confusion on their faces as well. Jack cleared his throat and said, "We do, sir… all of us."

I was beaming, my family, my boys. Pastor asked us to face each other and then turned to Spot. "Do you, Micheal Kenneth Conlon, take Martha Elizabeth Campbell to be your lawfully wedded wife?"

"I do," he responded without hesitation.

"Do you, Martha Elizabeth Campbell, take Micheal Kenneth Conlon to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

I smiled. "I do, Micheal."

"Micheal, repeat after me please. I take thee, Martha Elizabeth Campbell, to be my lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health as long as we both shall live." Spot smirked.

"I take thee…Marty, to be my lawfully wedded wife, to have 'n to hold, for richer or poorer, in sickness and 'n health, as long as we both shall live." I giggled slightly with happy tears in my eyes at the use of my nickname. Dat's why I love dis guy.

"Martha, repeat after me place. I take thee, Micheal Kenneth Conlon, to be my lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, as long as we both shall live." I smirked right back at Spot.

"I take thee…Spot Conlon, to be my lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, as long as we both shall live."

My vows got a round of laughter and scattered applause from the newsie side of the sanctuary, and I barely made it through due to my tears and small bit of laughter when I said his name.

Pastor then motioned for the rings and Mary stepped forward with Timothy. We each took a ring and I planted a small kiss on my godson's forehead for being such a good baby throughout the ceremony.

"Micheal, place the ring on her finger repeat after me please. With this ring, I pledge my loyalty and devotion to you."

I felt a fresh round of tears when he lovingly and sincerely gazed into my eyes and slipped the simple, thin but real band of gold on my shaking finger. "With this ring, I pledge my loyalty and devotion to you."

I laughed, cause more tears to spill, when one of the boys tried to whisper, "Yeah, he better be loyal 'n devoted."

Now it was my turn, and thought tears I repeated the same words and slipped the identical band on his finger. He took my trembling hand in his and pulled it up to him mouth and kissed it.

"Excuse me, Mr. Conlon, but it's not time for that yet," the sweet old pastor teased in his gentle voice. We and the guests laughed and Pastor said, "By the power invested in me, by God and the state of New York, I now pronounce these lovely young people man and wife." He nudged Spot with his elbow. "You may now kiss your bride."

Without hesitating Spot tenderly pulled my tear-streaked face to his and kissed me like he never had before. I heard hoots and hollers and whistles and loud applause coming from our friends, but soon that all faded out, and it was just me and my husband sharing our first kiss as man and wife. A kiss that seemed to end too soon. We broke apart and pressed our foreheads together laughing. He kissed me again when Pastor announced.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, I have the pleasure of being the first one to introduce to you, Mr. and Mrs. Micheal and Martha Conlon."