(Author's Note: I am so excited to post this one! It's SO not waiting until Sunday, because I just can't take how cute the lambs are sometimes. I hope I did this chapter justice, it's kind of a big deal...

Standard disclaimers apply. I own nothing but my own imagination.)

Katherine was an emotional wreck. She hadn't expected it to be like that. She'd never felt this anxious before; she just wanted to get the damn thing over with, but that's not how weddings work. No, if anything, the clock seemed to tic at half the usual speed, the time slipping away slowly. Her stomach was tied up in knots and her heart would not stop feeling all fluttery and skittish. She knew she had no logical reason to be nervous, but she just couldn't shake the feeling. The worst part of it was, Phoebe and Margaret were insistent that she not see Jack beforehand. By about an hour before the wedding, Katherine wanted to rip both their throats out, but she knew they just wanted to help her. As her best friends and cousins, they had taken it upon themselves to make sure that everything went perfectly, and she had to admit, they were doing a fine job.

Katherine stood in front of a long mirror, staring intently at her reflection. She adjusted the sleeves of her cream colored dress; they were slightly annoying, but she endured it. It really was a beautiful dress.

Suddenly, a mop of brown hair that was desperately trying to return to it's naturally messy state broke into the mirror.

"Hey."

"Please go away, I'm working." Katherine pouted coyly at him through the glass, and Jack came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist.

"That didn't work the first time Plumber, what makes you think it will now?" He muttered, resting his chin on her shoulder.

"I was kinda hoping it wouldn't Kelly." It was nice to have him there, just standing with her to keep her calm. They looked like a real married couple, a real bride and groom. It was astonishing. "The only thing is," She finished reluctantly, "Pheobe and Margaret will have a fit if they catch you here. You're not supposed to see me yet, remember?" There were a lot of things Jack would do, but deliberately defying the only two members of Katherine's family that seemed to like him was not one of them. Davey was probably looking for him too; that boy was so nervous, you'd have thought he was the one getting married. Jack took a small step back from her, catching her hand as he did so.

"I'd best be off then," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, and pressed her knuckles to his lips gently, "I'll see you soon darling." And just like that, he was gone.

Her hands were starting to quiver, and her heart was beating rapidly. This was it, her wedding. Within the next hour she would never have to discern between Plumber or Pulitzer again, it would be Kelly. Katherine Kelly.

A few rushed hugs from her cousins later, she was standing at the entrance to the church on her father's arm. She'd been ecstatic when he agreed to walk her down the isle, no matter how he felt about the man at the other end.

"Thank you, daddy, for..." For being a wonderful father, she wanted to say, but somehow she couldn't get the words out. He certainly did his best, but he truthfully hadn't been a 'wonderful father', so she finished with, "for everything." Her father merely nodded curtly. He had never been one for emotions or sentiment, and instead of dwelling on her fathers less than interesting response to her attempt at being kind, her mind began to picture the room she was about to walk into. She could see it very clearly; her excited cousins with their eyes glued to her; her Aunt Lucille looking particularly sour; Medda in the back, wiping tears from her eyes as discretely as possible; and the newsboys. Both she and Jack had agreed they wanted a small wedding with mostly their families, but when your fiancé's family is an entire lodging house full of newsies, well, how could they not invite the boys? Katherine was sure it had been quite the spectacle, all of them trying to get cleaned up enough to attend a wedding. She would have liked to speculate a little longer on that, but her jumbled thoughts were cut short when the doors in front of her swung open to reveal a near perfect match of the picture she'd had in her head. There was one detail that she'd forgotten to imagine though, and that was her husband-to-be.

From the front of the church, Jack winked at her, and she bit her lip, stifling a laugh. There was that boyish charm she'd fell in love with nearly three years prior. She'd never met anyone like Jack, and she knew she never would again. When she had completed the longest 20-foot walk of her life, she was facing him, unable to keep a smile from her face. Looking back, she didn't remember much of the ceremony, just the very end, when Jack whispered, inaudible to anyone but her,

"For sure?" Katherine had never been so sure of anything in her life.

"For sure," she replied, and Jack kissed her. She heard one of the newsboys (it sounded suspiciously like Race) shout

"Yeah Jackie!" starting an uproar of cheers and whoops from the rest of the boys, and Katherine found herself laughing against Jacks lips.

And just like that, it was over.

"Mrs. Kelly?" Jack offered her his arm and they walked outside. Katherine blushed at the outburst of applause the two of them received as they exited the church; she was speechless, and Jack took that opportunity to hold her around the waist and kiss her again until all the air left her lungs. The cheers and hollers and even a few wolf whistles from the boys started up again, but Katherine Kelly didn't care. She was in Jack's arms, and she was home.

(I love them so much. What did you think? Did it work for you? Let me know what you thought in the reviews please! It's super helpful to me! Also, if I were to write some more of these, delving more into Jack and Katherine's marrige, would it be better to continue putting them in here, or start a new story? I can't decide. I'm leaning toward just sticking with this, but I want your thoughts on the matter.

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