A/N: I'm sad that this story is ending! :( But I hope that I achieved one thing: that you, my sweet and darling readers :), enjoyed this story. Also, just out of curiosity… I found a personality quiz sort of thing and I'm just curious as to what you all get. I'll just openly tell you that I got Sherlock.

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On the day of my wedding, as I was getting ready to marry the man of my dreams, a knock sounded at the dressing room door. My Mum was helping me take out some curlers from my hair. Mum was tearing up with absolute happiness. Her eyes were bright with joy, hope, and love for what Sherlock and me had ahead of us.

"Mary, will you get that for me?" I asked.

"Sure!" She got up to answer the door, leaving me with my sweet Mum.

I heard the door softly click open and Mary call back to me, "It's John."

"Okay, let him in."

John walked in and stopped. He was dressed in a formal suit that I've seen him wear a few times before. His eyes were wide with disbelief.

"Is something wrong?" I asked, concerned.

"N-no, nothing's wrong. Sherlock was smart to pick you as his bride as I was smart to pick Mary as mine," he stammered, then cleared his throat and said while smiling, "Uh. Sherlock asked me to give this to you."

He handed me a wrapped box. A gift. It wasn't a big or a small box. The wrapping paper was white with roses decorating it, the ribbon was a white satin with a perfect bow on top.

"Um. Okay," I took it and carefully opened the box. Placing the delicate paper and the matching ribbon next to it on a nearby table. I opened the box and placed it's lid near the paper and ribbon. I couldn't believe what I found inside.

Sherlock's scarf.

I looked up at John and gave him a happy but confused face and asked, "Why did he give this to me?"

"Oh yes," he looked slightly embarrassed as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a slip of paper and handed it to me. It was handwritten.

Now you have something borrowed and something blue. Please wear this to the wedding for me. -S.H.

"So… knowing Sherlock, he won't stop bothering me until he knows without a doubt if you're going to wear it. So, are you?"

I smiled, "I would be mad if I didn't."

"I will tell him that. Alright, that's all I was sent to do. I know that you'll be an excellent bride and I am so happy that you're getting married, Molly." And with that, he was gone.

"Ready?" Mum asked me, before we started walking down the aisle.

I bit my lip while smiling and nodded. I looked ahead and saw that Sherlock was facing the way that I was going to come out of. As always, he looked absolutely amazing. His black hair was in the usual way that he did it and his eyes held love, merriment, and something else. I couldn't tell what, but it was something good.

I let out a silent sigh and started walking down the aisle with my Mum. I could feel all of the people we invited eyes on me as I walked down the aisle. I followed what Sherlock suggested that I do if I started getting nervous. I completely focused on Sherlock, and I felt completely calm and at ease. When Mum gave me to Sherlock, he took my hand and before facing the minister, he noticed that I had his scarf wrapped around my left arm.

"Hold on," he took it off of my arm and wrapped it around my neck, fitting it snuggly. "Perfect," he said with a warm smile.

"I am pleased to introduce to you Mr. and Mrs. Sherlock Holmes!" The minister happily announced.

There was a happy but very loud cheer coming from everyone who attended. I had a very hard time containing my excitement that I was now Molly Holmes.

Mary announced where the reception was going to be held, then as everyone left they all congratulated us on our marriage.

My grandma stopped and looked at Sherlock, then back at me and said, "You picked a fine looking one, Molly. Are you going to take care of her?"

"I wouldn't dream of treating her less than best, ," he promised.

She seemed to be content with the answer and left with Mum.

The next guest that came up to us surprised me.

Mycroft.

"Well, little brother, here is another way that we differ. I thought that you said that you weren't going to get married," was the first thing out of the British Government's mouth.

"That was before I met Molly, Mycroft. Why now? And why are you here?" Sherlock asked, wrapping a protective arm around my waist and pulled me closer to him.

"You know that I resent sentiment, Sherlock," he chided, "Mummy asked me to come."

"It was very thoughtful for you to come, Mycroft," I swiftly answered before there was any fighting began.

He gave a tight smile and said, "Congratulations," and left.

Mrs. Holmes was the next one to come up to us. She, like my Mum, was shedding tears of happiness.

"Oh, Molly, Sherlock, I always knew this day was going to come. I just wish that both of you fathers could've been here to see it. I don't think that I can express how happy I am for both of you!" she hugged each of us.

Thank goodness at the reception it wasn't a copy of John and Mary's. No murderer photographer, none of Sherlock's stories with John chasing down someone. It was fairly normal. I was, actually quite, surprised about that.

"I am glad that you said that you could dance all night with me," Sherlock's deep baritone voice pulled me from my thoughts.

"Wait, how do you know that I said that?" I asked.

"Considering the fact that I'm now married to you and that it feels immoral to lie to you, Mary."

I let confusion into my voice and eyes, "What?"

"She texted me stating that she'd call me. She did. At first I didn't understand what was going on, then it hit me and I stayed quiet and listened to your conversation with her."

I turned to her with a happy shocked look on my face as I said, "That's what that click was! You called Sherlock!"

"I see no point in lying. So, yes, I called him," she replied, with a smile.

"Why didn't you tell me?" I asked.

"More romantic this way," was her only reply.

On the dance floor, I didn't want to be anywhere else on Earth than to be there dancing with the amazing Sherlock Holmes. My husband. The first song that came on was You're the Inspiration. Never doubting him, I followed his lead the entire way. I rested my head against his chest and listened to his heart beat.

"They're wrong, you know," I whispered, so that only Sherlock could hear me.

"Who's wrong and how?" He asked in the same tone.

"Anyone and everyone who says you don't have a heart. I know a few ways that they're wrong."

The tempo that was keeping him alive picked up a bit. I smiled at that.

"One, when I first met you. Two, when we were going to a dace growing up, you gave me your coat. Three, you let me rest that same night because I pushed myself too hard. Four, you got engaged to me. And fifth, you married me."

I Swear came onto the speaker instantly after You're the Inspiration. The floor started filling up with other couples.

I looked up at my husband and asked, "Do you know why I picked this song?"

He thought for a bit then said, "No. Why?"

"How can you not see why with all that brilliance?"

"With anyone else, I don't care for sentiment, but there are a few things about you that I still don't understand. Please, do explain."

"I picked this song, because…" I paused because of the part that was coming up.

I swear by the moon and the stars in the sky,

And I swear like the shadow that's by your side,

I'll be there.

"That's why."

"And I will be there for you, my darling angel," he promised.

I kissed his perfect lips and pulled back with a smile.

"Good," I said. And as the evening ended, I Could've Danced All Night was our way of saying 'Thank you for being here for us!'

A/N: Okay. I really didn't want to give you a short chapter, so I gave this one. :) I made more edits and revisions to this chapter than any other because I wanted it to be absolutely perfect for all of you. I can't express my gratitude enough for all of you staying with me form beginning to end. (Grandly bows in utter humbleness) I will still update if I get anymore reviews, but for the most part this is the end. :(Also, if anyone has a prompt for me, don't be afraid to PM me. I don't bite. :) Once again, thank you so much! :D