AN: Okay, for real this time, Matthew and Mary's wedding!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Downton Abbey.

As they entered the church, there was soft chatter, coming from voices of people they loved. Music on a lone fiddle began to play, so sweet and simplistic it surprised Mary. "Good luck Mary, don't trip" Edith teased with a happy smile and kissed her sisters cheek and began walking down the aisle. "This will be simply wonderful Mary, I love you!" Sybil kissed Mary on the cheek, checked to make sure all of Mary's clothing was in order, and walked down the aisle herself.

"Are you ready now my dear one?" Robert asked, looking into his daughter's eyes, and feeling sorrow at the fact that in mere moments he would have to give her to another man- but that man was Matthew, who he loved like a son, and who he knew would take care of Mary, perhaps better than he could. And that did make it easier. "Yes Papa, I am." Mary smiled as she tucked her arm through her fathers and for a second she felt like she was a small child once again.

They took their first steps, and then another and another, and they were in full view of the church, at first Mary, who was smiling radiantly, kept her eyes on her feet, making sure she wouldn't trip. She then turned her attention briefly to the small group of people who had gathered here to see them, Mama, Papa, Granny, Sybil, Edith, Anna, Bates, Carson and all of the staff, Isobel, and a few faces she didn't know, faces that she supposed Matthew must be acquainted with. She gave them all kind, and warm smiles. She took one last deep breath, and allowed herself to look at Matthew.

He was dashing, wearing his Military Best, his hair combed back, and his eyes sparkling with true love, and true passion. His smile was dazzling, and contagious. He was perfect- and he was hers. His thoughts as he saw his bride were similar. She was positively the most beautiful woman in the world. Her dress clung to her sweet, feminine form in the most appealing way, the color contrasting her features in a most attractive manner. Her eyes shone with absolute adoration as she looked at him, her smile truly genuine. She was amazing- and she was his.

When at last they reached the end of the aisle, Robert placed Mary's small, delicate hand in Matthew's large, strong hand. They both shuddered at the joy of the contact, and mouthed "I love you." To eacth other almost instantaneously.

The ceremony was simplistic, consisting of the traditional vows, and exchange of rings. They scarcely listened. They were too lost in each others eyes, in the love they could feel radiating from the other like warmth. They both said "I do." At the proper time, not even noticing the happy tears of the people they most loved. All there was in the world was the two of them, and the all-consuming love they felt for each other. They'd hurt each other countless times, and hurt others along the way. They'd fallen apart, and grown back together quickly enough. They'd both been engaged to others, only to come back to each other.

The words that stood out most to them where "I now pronounce you man, and wife. You may kiss your bride." Matthew took Mary's face in his hands, and kissed her very softly before quickly pulling away, leaving both craving more of each other, knowing it would have to wait until later, when they could be alone. The family applauded and cheered loudly as Mary and Matthew walked to the church steps to greet everyone on their way out, and to Downton Abbey for a fine dinner.

In the few seconds of alone time they had outside Matthew kissed Mary's hair and whispered "Mrs. Crawley." In her ear, sending shivers down her spine. "Mary! You've just been married!" Sybil cried happily as she ran out of the church, and flung her arms around both the bride and the groom in one motion, and kissed them both lovingly on the cheek. Edith followed with tears in her eyes, and she embraced Mary and whispered quietly in her ear "I really am sorry for what I've done Mary. And I'm truly happy that you've finally gotten your happily ever after." Mary kissed her sister on the cheek, and gave her a smile as if to say "All is forgiven, thank you."

They greeted everyone in kind, and finally got into the car they would be driven to the abbey in, alone- or nearly so, as Branson was driving up front, but he kindly ignored the newly wed Crawleys, and kept his eyes on the road. "I love you Matthew, I can't thank you enough." Mary sighed as she leaned against his shoulder. "What do you have to thank me for?" Matthew asked in surprise. "For loving me enough to marry me." There was more of course, but it couldn't be said in front of others.

"I could say the same to you." Matthew smiled down at his wife, and wrapped his arm protectively around her. "If someone would have told me three days ago, that I'd be marrying Matthew Crawley within the week, I would have given them a slap across the face and told them they were delusional." Mary laughed as she looked down at the sparkling rings she wore on her ring finger, showing the world "Yes, I am a wife! I am married to Matthew Crawley, and I am in love!"

"I would hope that the prospect of being married to me doesn't evoke such violence." Matthew teased, tracing a finger around her lip. "No, it doesn't, not once I knew it was possible." Mary laughed and caught his hand in her own, intertwining their fingers lovingly.

They arrived at Downton at four o'clock, and everyone was waiting joyfully outside. Mary sighed. "What's wrong?" Matthew asked, surprised to hear a sad sound from his bride, on this the happiest day of their lives. "Oh, no! Matthew, nothing is wrong, per say, but I'll admit I'm quite looking forward to this whole party to be over, so we can go home, alone." Mary whispered as she was helped out of the car.

The very suggestion made both faces color pink, and smile giddily. "I love you, so much." Matthew said as they approached there waiting families. "Not nearly as much as I love you." Mary giggled as their lips met, hastily yet filled with passion, yet soon, too soon, they had to break apart, with a sigh and a grumble, to go face there friends, and family, and the party that lay ahead.

Both knew it would be a very long evening.

AN: There it was the wedding! I hope no one is disappointed by the lack of details to the ceremony… I wrote focusing mainly on Matthew and Mary thoughts and fluff 3 the next chapter will be the wedding party/night!