Sammy's POV:

"I'm getting married," I whispered, as I stared at the stranger in the mirror. She was beautiful, hair done up, with curls cascading down her head. Her eyes were glittering brightly, lined beautifully but naturally, causing them to stand out on her face. Logically, I knew it was me, but I couldn't believe it. This woman was beautiful; I was not.

"And you just realized that?" Tessa scoffed. "Don't move, I need to fix this." Obediently, I closed my eyes, holding perfectly still as she dabbed make-up on some blemish on my skin.

"I'm actually getting married, Tess. Don't you remember how we used to dream about this? Describe our ideal weddings, our perfect dates to each other? Now it's actually here..." My eyes welled up, startling even myself.

Tessa smiled softly at me, dropping the sarcastic image.

"I remember. This is amazing, it's finally your perfect day. I can't dream of a better match, either... I remember how when he first made his debut, you called me, telling me that there was your perfect guy. Right there on TV. You were so hysterical about it, you could talk about him for hours." We both chuckled at the memories.

"Don't forget," I could barely get the words out between the giggles. "In August of 2010, I'd be furious at anyone who implied he was doing bad or dragging his team down."

"Furious? Girl, you'd throw a tantrum!"

We both collapsed into another series of chuckles.

"Oh, gosh, I was a bit of a stalker, wasn't I?"

"Well, look how it paid out, huh? If you didn't have that devotion, would you be marrying the man today?"

I smiled softly, thinking of him.

"I don't know how I ever lived without him. Oh, Tessa, he's so sweet, so adorable..." She smiled, and made that "awww" face.

"I hope someday I'll find love like that." She sighed. "But forget about that. It's your big day, we've gotta make sure he'll drop dead when he sees you," she said with a wink. I smiled, and settled down further into the chair, allowing her to continue perfecting my face.

Timmy's POV:

I sat on my bed, burying my head in my hands.

"Oh, God, Bengie, what if something goes wrong? What if we're at the altar and she changes her mind? What if I ruin it, forget what to say? What if -"

"Tim. Cut it out." It was the voice of Bengie Molina, my long-time catcher, standing in front of me and putting his strong hands on my skinny shoulders.

"Tim, look, bro. This is like pitching in the bottom of the ninth, tie game, bases loaded with none down. You gotta be confident. Take deep breaths, do whatever it is you usually do on the mound." I nodded.

Even though I'd eventually gotten accustomed to Posey, Bengie had always been there for me. If I'd struggled in a game, I could call Bengie, and he'd give me my mechanical adjustments, or just give me what I needed to get my mental confidence back.

I took another deep breath, and stood up.

"Tessa will kill me if my tux is wrinkled..." I murmured, brushing my hands down the creases in my pants.

"Tessa?" Zito asked, from where he was standing. "Who's that?"

"Sammy's best friend. Tessa helped me with planning the wedding straight out of Sammy's dreams."

"Ohhhhh," Zito replied, a look of recognition coming over his face. "You mean the hot blonde that she was with last time she came out with the team, right?"

I raised an eyebrow, a smirk coming over my face. "Got the hots for her, do you?"

To my surprise, Zito blushed slightly, and lowered his head. It wasn't unusual for the guys to be teased about their girlfriends, and for the most part, sleeping with a girl was something to brag about later.

"Got it bad," Molina commented blandly from the other corner of the room, examining his fingers calmly.

Zito muttered a quick "Shut the hell up," in his vague direction. Bengie simply smiled, and stood up, signalling with his head towards the door.

"Shall we go?"

Tessa's POV:

"Oh, God," I gasped as I walked into the cathedral. "Oh, God, Tessa, it's everything I wanted..."

Suddenly I spun on her. "You told him what I wanted, didn't you." She grinned.

"You know you love it." I sighed, shaking my head.

"This is why I love you, Tess."

We both fell quiet as the piano started playing, drifting lightly through the high-ceiling church. Moonlight Sonata, one of my favorite Beethoven songs. As the song drew to a close, he launched into Fur Elise, another of my favorites.

"Ready?" Tessa whispered. "As soon as he starts the wedding march, that's my cue. Wait ten seconds, counting slowly, then follow me." I nodded, and gripped her tighter.

"Bye," she whispered, and drifted through the double doors. I switched arms, moving over to my dad, who was going to give me away that day. To my surprise, tears were glistening in his blue eyes.

"You look so beautiful today," he murmured, brushing his hand lightly over my hair. "Timmy's going to love seeing you."

"I know," I whispered back, smiling. Then I took a deep breath. "It's our go. I love you, Dad."

"I love you too, Sammy." I forced a big smile onto my face, covering up my anxiety. We pushed open the double doors, and began walking down the red carpet.

Everything was so surreal. The ceiling was the highest I'd ever seen, with the last rays of the evening sun flowing through the stained-glass windows on the sides. We were walking down a lush red carpet, with a carpet of violet petals littered over it. My flower girl, otherwise known as my little cousin, had finished her walk quietly, for once, and sat down, completely according to order.

And at the altar, there was a standing arch made up of the most gorgeous mix of flowers - not roses, thank goodness. There were purples and reds and pinks and whites, blended together and woven tightly into the white arch, beneath which was my fiancee.

He stood, looking amazing in his tux, hands folded neatly at his waist, clasping each other tightly. His hair was shining, down, in the style I liked it best. His proud grin was blinding as he looked at me, his green eyes glittering like emeralds set in his face. I couldn't even look at my best friends, lined up on his right, or his present and past teammates on his left. Moving as though in a dream, I faced my dad as he kissed my cheeks lightly, and handed me over to my Timmy's arm.

I blinked back tears frantically as I stared into his eyes. The droning voice of the priest drifted out of my consciousness, until all I could see was my love's smiling face, his proud eyes.

"I do," he whispered, and I blinked, realizing that I now had to move. I turned to the beaming face of my other cousin, and pulled the gold band from the plush red cushion he portrayed to us. I gripped Timmy's hand tightly as I slipped the ring onto his finger, right into the place it belonged.

"Do you, Samantha Luvas, take this man to be your lawfully wedding husband?"

"I do," I gasped, eyes pooling again as I felt the metal slip easily onto my hand.

"You may now kiss the bride."

The last words were barely out of his mouth before Tim was leaning towards me, pressing his mouth to mine in a tender yet fleeting kiss, displaying our love while not being ostentatious, sweet yet arousing at the same time.

He pulled back, offering his arm instead, and I slipped my elbow through his, and we began our decent on the same red carpet to thunderous applause and the flash of media cameras.

"Where to, after the reception?" I asked him in a mutter, with a playful smile.

"You'll see," he murmured back, winking at me.

I raised my eyebrow at him, and he chuckled, pulling me down for another kiss.

That shut me up real quick.

Apologies for the long wait - school and sports, and oral pain -_- Well, we have an epilogue coming, and then this story is (sadly) over. However, I will continue to post any little one-shots I dream up (some Tim Lincecum related, some not) on my website at: glassangel (dot) weebly (dot) com. Also, while waiting, please feel free to check out any stories you see posted there, and comments are always loved! :D

Hope you enjoyed this story!

(Oh, and did anyone see Timmy cut his hair back to the 2009 look? I think it's cuter now that he cut it. (: )