A/N: I'm so glad you guys wanted more! This story has been so much fun to write. Thank you for all the great reviews. If you don't like this story I'm pretty sure you're outnumbered!

Just a couple quick things before I get into the story: number one, I hope you love Father Pete. The priest in our church growing up was an old Irish guy and all of us kids thought he was the coolest thing since sliced bread; I tried really hard to remember his accent for Father Pete. So if I spelled some things wrong (which I very obviously did), read them to yourselves as I've spelled them and you'll get the Irish accent! Number two, I was trying really hard to make this as traditional of a Catholic wedding as possible, but it got really lengthy (and I thought some people might get bored) so I cut out some stuff. So no comments about inaccuracies, k?

Maureen held her breath while her dad adjusted her veil and Olivia straightened her cathedral-length train. It had been her dream growing up to get married in her church. The long white dress, the huge center aisle – all eyes on her. Maureen's day. Growing up with three – soon to be four – other kids, and a day who was gone all the time, it was pretty easy to feel like you blended into the woodwork. Not today though. Today she was marrying the greatest guy she'd ever known next to her dad, and her stepmom had helped her to see all the similarities between her dad and her fiancée. She was ready. Ready to start the rest of her life with Brett. Goodbye Maureen Stabler, hello Maureen Sullivan.

"Are you ready, honey?" her stepmom Olivia broke into her thoughts.

"Yep. Ready. Not nervous," she smiled.

"That's my girl," Olivia took Dickie's arm as he escorted her to her seat. Lizzie and Katie filed out ahead of Maureen and then it was her and Elliot alone at the back of the church.

"Ready, Princess?" he asked.

"Yep."

"You're not nervous?"

"I was. But Liv helped. Thanks for marrying her, Dad."

"Hey. No problem," Elliot smiled.

"Serious. We love her, you know?" Maureen said.

"I know, Ree. Me too. Your mom will always have a place in my heart because she gave me you guys. But Liv's the love of my life," Elliot said.

"I know, Dad."

"Do you know how proud of you Olivia and I are? I know your mom is proud of you too."

Maureen grinned and lifted her veil for a second to kiss Elliot's cheek.

"Thanks, Pop."

The beginning strains of "Canon in D" started, alerting Elliot and Maureen that it was time to go. Elliot straightened Maureen's veil one more time and offered his daughter his arm. She slipped her hand into the crook of his elbow as they started down the aisle. Everyone stood, looking at Maureen, but she only had eyes for Brett. He stood at the front of the cathedral, his eyes locked with hers. The aisle seemed a mile long but she felt like she was floating the entire way down. When she got to Brett, Elliot placed her hand in her fiancee's and kissed her veil-covered cheek. He stood back for a moment to allow Father Pete to begin.

"In da name of da Fadder, da Son an' of da Holy Speerit."

The congregation responded with "Amen."

Fr. Pete continued. "Da grace and peace of God our Fadder and the Lord Jesus Christ be wit' you."

"And also with you," Maureen murmured with the rest of the wedding guests.

"We are gaddered here t'day to join M'reen Marie Stabler and Brett Michael Sullivan in holy matrimony. Who gives dis woman to be wed?" he asked.

"Her mother and I," Elliot said with a backward glance to Olivia. Father Pete winked at Elliot and he sat down.

Lizzie handed her flowers to Katie and made her way to the lectern. Opening the Bible to her favorite spot she said, "A reading from Paul's letters to the Corinthians."

1 Corinthians 13:1-13:

1 Corinthians 13 Love

1If I speak in the tonguesa of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. 2If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. 3If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames,b but have not love, I gain nothing.

4Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. 5It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. 6Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. 7It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

8Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. 9For we know in part and we prophesy in part, 10but when perfection comes, the imperfect disappears. 11When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me. 12Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.

13And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.

Lizzie smiled at her sister and Brett and blew them a kiss.

Father Pete began speaking again in his thick Irish brogue. "Ah, tank ya Lizzie! Hard to believe yar girls are all grown up, eh, Elliot?" Fr. Pete asked. Elliot smiled and nodded.

"Gonna have anudder one just in time to get dis one outta da nest, eh, Livvie?" he teased Olivia. She laughed and nodded, Elliot's hand protecting the baby she carried.

"I've known Reeny since she was a tiny kid, barely barn when we baptized her. When she came home for Christmas dis year, she came to my office and said 'Fadder Pete, I tink I met da boy I'm gunna mahree!' I ask her what her ol' da thot. Do you remember, Reeny?" he asked. Maureen nodded, blushing.

"Whadid ya tell me?"

Maureen smiled. "That he and Brett hadn't met yet and that I told Brett my dad was an accountant so that he wouldn't be intimidated to date a cop's daughter," she said.

The congregation laughed, knowing how totally ridiculous the idea of Elliot being an accountant was.

"And you wouldn't let me out of the confessional all day," Maureen continued.

"An' I tol' her she sure couldn't mahree someone she'd started out lyin' to. I told her to tell him da troot an' if it scarred him off, he wadn't wurt her time. But it didn't scare ya, did it, Brett?"

"Nope. I didn't get scared until I found out her step-mom was a cop too," Brett said, earning another chuckle from the crowd and a blush from Olivia.

"You guys learned a lot about trust and honesty, yes?" Fr. Pete asked. Brett and Maureen both nodded.

"An' we all know a marriage is built on honesty and trust, yes? Reeny, yer da' and Livvy are great examples of a trusting pardnership. Even before they were mahreed they had to trust each odder wit der lives. An' dat's just da sort of trust you an' Brett have to place in each odder," he paused, Maureen and Brett nodding solemnly.

"Brett, repeat after me," Father Pete began. "In the name of God, I Brett Michael Sullivan…"

"In the name of God, I, Brett Michael Sullivan…" Brett repeated.

"Take you, M'reen Marie Stabler to be my wife…"

"Take you Maureen Marie Stabler to be my wife…"

"Ta have an' ta hold from dis day farward…"

"To have and to hold from this day forward…"

"Far bettar, far warse, far richar far pahrahr…"

"For better, for worse, for richer for poorer…"

"In sickness an' in health, ta love an' ta cherish, until we are parted by det."

"In sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until we are parted by death."

"Dis is my solemn vow," Father Pete finished.

Brett gazed into the depths of Maureen's eyes. "This is my solemn vow," he said emphatically.

"M'reen, repeat after me," Father Pete turned his attention to her. Maureen repeated everything Father Pete said, never taking her eyes off her fiancée. She squeezed Brett's hand as she finished the last part.

"This is my solemn vow," she said.

Olivia hoisted herself out of the pew where she sat next to Elliot. Moving to the front of the cathedral next to the organist, she picked up the microphone to sing the first song Maureen and Brett had chosen.

I will pledge my heart to the love we share
Through the good and the bad times too
I'll forsake my rest for your happiness
'Til my death I will stand by you

With God as my witness this vow I will make
To have and to hold you no other to take
For richer, for poorer, under skies gray or blue
'Til my death I will stand by you

There are wars and there are rumors of wars yet to come
Temptations we'll have to walk through
Though others may tremble, I will not run
'Til my death I will stand by you

I will put on the armor of faithfulness
And fight for a heart that is true
'Til the battle is won, I will not rest
'Til my death I will stand by you

With God as my witness this vow I will make
To have and to hold you, no other to take
For richer for poorer, under skies gray or blue
'Til my death I will stand by you

'Til the battle is won, I will not run
'Til my death I will stand by you

When Olivia sat down, Katie handed Lizzie her flowers and headed to the lectern. Flipping to a different book of the bible, she said, "A reading from the book of Genesis."

18 The LORD God said, "It is not good for the man to be alone. I will make a helper suitable for him."

19 Now the LORD God had formed out of the ground all the beasts of the field and all the birds of the air. He brought them to the man to see what he would name them; and whatever the man called each living creature, that was its name. 20 So the man gave names to all the livestock, the birds of the air and all the beasts of the field.
But for Adam a no suitable helper was found. 21 So the LORD God caused the man to fall into a deep sleep; and while he was sleeping, he took one of the man's ribs b and closed up the place with flesh. 22 Then the LORD God made a woman from the rib c he had taken out of the man, and he brought her to the man.

23 The man said,
"This is now bone of my bones
and flesh of my flesh;
she shall be called 'woman, d '
for she was taken out of man."

24 For this reason a man will leave his father and mother and be united to his wife, and they will become one flesh.

"Thank ya Katie," Father Pete said as she rejoined the girls at the altar. "M'reen and Brett would like ta take dis time to honor their parents who have always supported them."

Alex Cabot headed to the organ. She picked up the microphone and her pure voice began to croon "The Wind Beneath My Wings."

Ohhhh, oh, oh, oh, ohhh.
It must have been cold there in my shadow,
to never have sunlight on your face.
You were content to let me shine, that's your way.
You always walked a step behind.

So I was the one with all the glory,
while you were the one with all the strength.
A beautiful face without a name for so long.
A beautiful smile to hide the pain.

Did you ever know that you're my hero,
and everything I would like to be?
I can fly higher than an eagle,
for you are the wind beneath my wings.

It might have appeared to go unnoticed,
but I've got it all here in my heart.
I want you to know I know the truth, of course I know it.
I would be nothing without you.

Did you ever know that you're my hero?
You're everything I wish I could be.
I could fly higher than an eagle,
for you are the wind beneath my wings.

Did I ever tell you you're my hero?
You're everything, everything I wish I could be.
Oh, and I, I could fly higher than an eagle,
for you are the wind beneath my wings,
'cause you are the wind beneath my wings.

Oh, the wind beneath my wings.
You, you, you, you are the wind beneath my wings.
Fly, fly, fly away. You let me fly so high.
Oh, you, you, you, the wind beneath my wings.
Oh, you, you, you, the wind beneath my wings.

Fly, fly, fly high against the sky,
so high I almost touch the sky.
Thank you, thank you,
thank God for you, the wind beneath my wings.

Maureen handed her bouquet to Katie as she and Brett gathered the bunch of white tulips Olivia had set out before the ceremony. In front of a statue of the Virgin Mary sat three candles for the grandparents who had passed on, and one for Kathy, Maureen's mom. Maureen gently laid a tulip in front of the candle. She touched her fingers to her lips and then touched her fingers to a framed photo of her mother sitting next to the candle. Next, they walked to Brett's parents and handed each of them a tulip.

"I always wanted a daughter," Brett's mom Kelly said, wrapping Maureen into a hug.

Brett hugged his Dad, Mike, tightly. "We're proud of you, Son."

"Thanks Dad," Brett replied.

Maureen hugged Mike and he kissed the top of her head. "Welcome to our family, Maureen." She smiled at Mike and thanked him.

With Alex still singing, Brett and Maureen walked across the aisle to where Elliot and Olivia sat. Maureen handed each of her parents a tulip and pulled Olivia into a hug.

"I love you, Mom," she said.

"I love you too, baby," Olivia replied.

"Brett. You're a good man. Treat my daughter right. Or I'll let my wife kill you," Elliot teased with his trademark grin, shaking Brett's hand.

"Yes, sir," Brett responded. He doubted Elliot would ever understand that there truly was a small part of him that was terrified of Olivia.

"Brett, I'd never hurt you," Olivia pulled him into a hug. "Unless you hurt my daughter. Then you're a dead man," she said, winking at him.

"You got it, Liv," Brett smiled.

"Princess, I love you so much," Elliot wrapped his arms around Maureen and squeezed her against his chest.

"I love you too, Daddy." Maureen squeezed him back just as Alex was finishing the final strains of the song.

Maureen and Brett returned to the altar as Alex sat back down.

Father Pete turned to Brett's best man Jake Carpenter. "Jake ya got da rings for me?" Father Pete held out his bible while Jake pretended to not be able to find the rings. Grinning at Brett, he pulled them out of his tux pocket and placed them on the open Bible.

"May da Lord bless these rings, which will be da outward sign of yer faitful mahreed love," Father Pete said, making the sign of the cross over the rings. He held his Bible out to Brett and he took Maureen's ring.

"Repeat after me, Brett. M'reen, take dis ring as a sign of my love and fidelity. In da name of da Fadder, da Son an' of da Holy Speerit."

Brett slipped the platinum band on Maureen's ring finger. "Maureen, take this ring as a sign of my love and fidelity. In the name of the Father, the Son and of the Holy Spirit." Brett held her hand up to his lips and kissed the ring gently.

Father Pete held out his Bible to Maureen and she took Brett's ring.

"M'reen, repeat after me. Brett, take dis ring as a sign of my love and fidelity. In da name of da Fadder, da Son an' of da Holy Speerit."

Maureen pushed the ring onto Brett's left hand and repeated the priest's words.

When she finished, Father Pete prayed, "God, please bless dis marriage in warmt and strength. Give dese two people guidance, love, an' understandin' ta be da best dat dey can be. Be wit dem tru da difficult moments an' da beautiful ones. Teach dem dat marriage is a loving process and challenge. Tank you God. Ah-men."

"Amen," Maureen breathed quietly.

Elliot stood and walked to the lectern. "A reading from the holy Gospel according to John."

1On the third day a wedding took place at Cana in Galilee. Jesus' mother was there, 2and Jesus and his disciples had also been invited to the wedding. 3When the wine was gone, Jesus' mother said to him, "They have no more wine."

4"Dear woman, why do you involve me?" Jesus replied, "My time has not yet come."

5His mother said to the servants, "Do whatever he tells you."

6Nearby stood six stone water jars, the kind used by the Jews for ceremonial washing, each holding from twenty to thirty gallons.a

7Jesus said to the servants, "Fill the jars with water"; so they filled them to the brim.

8Then he told them, "Now draw some out and take it to the master of the banquet."

They did so, 9and the master of the banquet tasted the water that had been turned into wine. He did not realize where it had come from, though the servants who had drawn the water knew. Then he called the bridegroom aside 10and said, "Everyone brings out the choice wine first and then the cheaper wine after the guests have had too much to drink; but you have saved the best till now."

11This, the first of his miraculous signs, Jesus performed in Cana of Galilee. He thus revealed his glory, and his disciples put their faith in him.

The Gospel of the Lord."

"Praise to You Lord Jesus Christ," the congregation responded.

After a couple of short prayers, and the Our Father, Maureen knew what was coming.

Father Pete said, "Brett, ya may kiss yer bride," and grinned widely.

Maureen once again handed her flowers to her sister. Bret dipped her back and kissed her soundly on the lips while everyone in the cathedral cheered.

Father Pete spoke up again. "May I be da first to present, Mr. and Mrs. Brett and Maureen Sullivan!" The entire congregation broke into cheers and applause as Maureen and Brett headed back up the aisle.