And it's day three of "Lenny Week"! Day two's prompt was 'sexy times,' and as I wasn't entirely comfortable writing smut, I made a vidlet (45 seconds, only about half of that actual clips) that is on my YouTube channel (same name as here). Day three is 'marriage', and so I'm back to ficcing. Here you go!

Penny woke up the way she usually did. She was lying on her side, her head resting on Leonard's chest, her arm across his stomach, her other arm tucked up under her, just like always. His left arm was curled around her, his hand resting lightly on her waist, and his right arm resting across hers, his fingers splayed across her elbow, just like always. Her leg was hooked around his near the knee, a semi – conscious action that gave the two of them more skin to skin contact while they cuddled and slept, just like always. With her ear pressed against the left side of his chest, she could hear his heart beating, just like always.

But even in her sleepy state, Penny was fully aware of the one thing that was different. The two of them weren't boyfriend and girlfriend anymore. They hadn't just been boyfriend and girlfriend for the past five months, ever since she'd dropped down on one knee, looked into his eyes, and asked him if he would make her the happiest woman to have ever lived. But now things were even more different.

Now, Penny had a new last name.

Penny Hofstadter, she thought again, for the millionth time. I am Mrs. Penny Hofstadter. Or, if she wanted to be professional or old fashioned, Mrs. Leonard Hofstadter. We are Dr. and Mrs. Leonard Hofstadter. When they went to science functions now, she wouldn't be going just as his date. She'd be going as his partner, not in the scientific sense, though she suspected someone could use their relationship to get an advanced degree in psychology, but in the personal sense. She wouldn't be viewed by other members of the community as someone Leonard was bringing along just because he could. She'd be there because she was as much a part of him as he was a part of himself.

Leonard shifted his weight slightly, tipping his head toward her in his sleep, and Penny craned her neck up so she could touch her nose to his. She felt his arms move to tug her closer.

He was her husband now. She was his wife.

Every little girl thinks about their wedding, thinks about finding the person they're meant to spend the rest of their life – and beyond, if you believed in that sort of thing – with, and the long journey to that point, that moment when one realized that I have found what I'm looking for seemed so impossible, so far off, that when Penny thought about it, she still couldn't believe she was here. She and Leonard had made their way through the masses of people in the world and found one another, and now here they were, married, waking up on the first day of the rest of their lives.

When Penny thought about it, a feeling began to stir in her stomach. Her heart began to pound, and her breathing sped up, ever so slightly. It was the same feeling that she'd had when she had proposed, and the same one that she'd felt when Leonard had strode across the hall and asked her out on a date, yes he'd thought about it, and he thought they should go anyway.

That feeling wasn't the same one as when she'd thought Leonard was leaving her on Valentine's Day. It wasn't the same one as when she had heard that Alex had asked him out. And it wasn't the same one that she'd felt when he'd first told her he loved her.

It wasn't fear.

It was excitement.

It was readiness.

It was perfect.