Author's Note: I think I wrote this one, but from Emily's perspective. So, the narrator is Emily in the first section, then switches to my point of view.

McCartney Wedding

I nervously slipped the ring on and off my finger as I waited for my cue. It was supposed to be the happiest day of my life, but no one told me how nervous I would be.

"Who's walkin with ye?" Ringo asked as he passed me, coming to the ceremony late.

"No one," I said shakily. I took a deep breath. "Me da couldn't make it from America, much as 'e tried."

Ringo nodded and reached for the church door. He stopped and turned back. "Wait, do ye need someone to walk ye down?" he asked, blue eyes full of concern, "I could go find someone. Who's close to ye in there?"

"Rings, there's not time. 's alrigh.

He almost turned around again, but an idea struck him. "Wait a tic, how'd it be if I walked ye down? We're friends!"

It was time. The flower girl, Paul's young cousin, started down the aisle. The butterflies in my stomach grew and flew around faster.

"Tha'd be great," I said quickly to Ringo.

He nodded and walked next to me. I looked down at my white dress, then at the people in the crowds, most of which were Paul's family, as well as our mutual friends.

Everyone was smiling, giving me courage. I scanned the small crowd, looking through the people, watching their reactions. Then, I looked straight ahead, and all my fear left. He was there, waiting for me in his black tuxedo, hair combed neatly and eyes bright as he looked at me with a grin.

I reached his side, and Ringo peeled away to join John and George. John waved childishly and George showed his fangs in an encouraging smile. John was quite obviously the best man, a job he wasn't taking as seriously as he could have, probably on account of Paul's stag party the night before.

I glanced to the other side of me to see Courtney, wearing a dress to her own dismay. But she was now smiling and gave me a little thumbs-up. I smiled back, then turned back towards Paul as the preacher started.

"We are gathered here today.." was what I heard, but my only thought was "Paul, Paul, Paul…"

"Congratulations, Mrs. McCartney!" I said as soon as we reached the reception room. Em was positively beaming, as her husband accepted congratulations with an arm around her waist.

John walked up behind me and addressed the happy couple. "Where's the honeymoon? Gonna go pay a visit to Marivo again?" he joked.

Paul cringed. "Back on tha island? I think we can do better. Wha do ye say, love?"

"Anywhere with ye," she replied.

Paul grinned with a loving look. "I couldn't ask for a better wife, ye know."

"Well, wherever ye go," a new voice said, "'m sure ye'll be happy."

I spun around to see the one and only Marcus Richards, accompanied by his brother, Marden, who was in a suit with a checked tie.

"So you met cousin Marivo, then?" Marden asked, "He's rather odd. Good fun, tho."

John chuckled and I hid a smile and a flush, ashamed of the "fun" we had while in the cave, the drugs Marivo offered.

"Ta," Paul said to Marcus, "An thanks for comin. Who told ye?"

Marcus winked. "A little bird told me."

"And an obnoxious cat told me," Marden added.

"Well, I must go, but it was a lovely ceremony, and ye're a lovely couple," Marcus said.

Then, he and Marden left. And I somehow doubted that was the last of the Richards we'd see.

Author's Note... Again: Okay, so Marden and Marcus Richards are my OCs. Marden appears in my story "Changing a Mind" and Marcus in "Back to Where You Once Belonged." Marivo is their cousin from a tropical island story I had written via text with Emily involving the Beatles. That one got lost. Anyway, sorry for any confusion. The Richards family tends to arrive with chaos and trouble!

Also, the "fun" in the cave wasn't a sexual reference. That scene, if I remember, was John, George and Courtney (me) just got high off of some of Marivo's island hallucinogens. And we were just loopy and embarrassing.