"Train or no train?"
She looks to her - she smiles, she smiles; she decides.
"Three piece or two piece?"
She looks to her, she smiles, she smiles; she decides.
"Veil or no veil?"
She looks to her, she considers; she decides.
"White or red?"
Beer's suggested, red's decided.
"Flowers?"
There are suggestions; they discuss, they decide together.
"Three, four, or five tiered cake?"
She shrugs, she shrugs; three mothers decide.
"Music?"
Her sister decides.
"Vows?"
She smiles, she smiles; they have gotten them ready and down.
"Rings?"
She smiles, she smiles – already bound.
"Ready then? To walk down the aisle?"
She smiles, she smiles, with hands held.
"Do you, Jane Clementine Rizzoli take thee Maura Dorothea Isles to be your lawfully wedded wife?"
"I do," she smiles.
"Do you, Maura Dorothea Isles take thee Jane Clementine Rizzoli to be your lawfully wedded wife?"
"I do," she smiles.
She holds her hand in hers as she puts on her, her promise.
She rests her hand in hers as she places upon her, her promise.
"We do," they say – a shared vow, a shared smile.
She leans down – no veil – just her face, her eyes, clear to shine, ready to smile at; and her smile meets hers.
She tugs at her lapels, she smoothes over her vest; and she takes her hand.
She is careful not to step on her train; she is mindful to keep a slow steady pace; their fingers are interlocked together.
There is cake - four-tiered, glazed with chocolate.
There is red wine, and there is also beer – though only two bottles of those - they are for the newly wedded couple.
"Maura," she guides her along the guests, among friends.
She reaches her family – both her mothers and her sister.
She stands before her family – her mother and two brothers.
"Our family now Maura," she gestures towards the smiling crowd, "Our family."
"Our family now Jane," she holds her close to her, "Bass and Jo included."
"Watson too," she signals to her brothers.
"Maura," she takes the bouquet her brothers hand over, "This is from us, your new family now. All of us – Angela, Constance, Hope, Caitlin, Tommy, Frankie, Bass, Jo, and Watson; you, me, and them; we're one family now," she hands her the bouquet, "We love you. We all do," they smile.
"Maura," she takes her boutonniere – a single red rose – and places it in the middle of the nine hundred and ninety-eight other roses, "I love you."
"Jane," her hand rests on the side of her face, "I love you too," she smiles into hers, "Thank you."
She traces the ring adorned on her hand, she traces the smile that matches hers.
"I almost let you slip away. If I had said yes to—"
"Jane," she pulls her in, "I'm here. You've given me a family; you've made us all a whole. All that has been is all that has been," she holds her close, "I'm here."
"I know," she moves her into a slow dance, music starting to play. Caitlin and her tunes; at least this one is smooth and slow. "I did say, that I've always wanted a wife."
"You've got one now," she sways along, "You've got me."
"And you've got me babe," she kisses the side of her head, "Just you and I, happy together."
"Always and forever," their smiles meet each other, "Rizzoli-Isles."
A/N: Hi there, thank you, for the time~
This chapter's written for the week 'Decisions' and, I took it very literally I suppose - all the deciding. Plus, I've gotten them married!~
Thank you, for the time=)