AN: Here it is, my dears. The wedding day. It's actually split into two parts. This part is the actual ceremony and the next chapter will be the reception. That'll be up tomorrow as will J :) I've only been to one wedding in my life and I was a good deal younger and can barely remember it. As such, I'm not sure what things are said when. I'm basically winging it from what I've seen in movies XD But I hope you like it anyway :D

Holy Matrimony

"Stephen, do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?"

The day was finally here. He had woken that morning nervous but excited. He had fumbled with his tux and Callum had to help him with a lot of it. Then Callum had went to check on the bride and came back smiling. "Just wait till you see her." The three bridesmaids had been accompanied down the aisle by the groomsmen: Callum had walked Boo down the aisle, Thorpe had walked Freddie down the aisle and Jerome had walked Jazza down the aisle. Jerome now sat with Thorpe on his side while Callum stood beside him as best man. He had faced the front as the wedding march started. He had taken a deep breath before he had turned around and saw Rory being accompanied by her father. When she had told him that she had found the perfect dress, he had smiled. Now he understood what she had meant. The white and red gown peppered with white roses made her look like a goddess. But then, of course, she always did. Her beauty had made his breath catch and he could feel the tears of happiness starting then. And now it was finally time to dedicate his life to her. True, he had done that the second he had met her, but it was time to make it official. His hold on her hands became stronger and his voice was confident. "I do."

"Then repeat after me. I, Stephen Dorian Dene..."

He took a breath. "I, Stephen Dorian Dene..."

"Take thee, Aurora Deveaux..."

"Take thee, Aurora Deveaux..."

"To be my lawfully wedded Wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part."

He couldn't remember a time when he had been as happy as he was now and his voice shook gently with happiness. Yes, of course he would love her. Yes, of course he would cherish her. He always had. He always would. "To be my lawfully wedded Wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part."

Rory's bottom lip quivered at the last part and she smiled at him and whispered. "Even that can't part us."

He smiled at and nodded, biting his lip to keep from crying. "Even that can't part us."

They gazed at each other a moment before their attention was taken by the reverend. "Aurora, do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

She giggled. "I do."

"Then repeat after me. I, Aurora Deveaux..."

She exhaled gently. This was really happening. "I, Aurora Deveaux..."

"Take thee, Stephen Dorian Dene..."

She remembered when she had discovered his middle name was Dorian. It was on his intake form. She remembered how desperate she had been to find him and it showed in her voice. "Take thee, Stephen Dorian Dene..." Stephen laced his fingers through hers.

"To be my lawfully wedded Husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part."

She swallowed hard and smiled brightly. This was it. The moment she had been waiting for. The moment she made Stephen her husband. She remembered coming to England and imagining someone by her side. That person was Stephen. "To be my lawfully wedded Husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part."

A tear slipped down her cheek as she finished her vow and Stephen squeezed her hands. His voice was a whisper. "It never can."

She smiled at him softly as the reverend continued. "Let us now have the rings brought forward."

Rory turned around to retrieve a ring from Jazza who, along with Boo and Freddie, was weeping, while Stephen turned to retrieve one from Callum who was sniffing a great deal. When they had the rings, they faced each other again and started giggling. Stephen took Rory's hand and brought it to his lips, placing a soft kiss on it, before slowly and gently placing the ring on her finger. "With this ring, I thee wed."

Rory, in return, took Stephens hand, beautifully warm and alive, and slipped the ring onto his finger. "With this ring, I thee wed."

He sighed happily as he watched the ring slide onto his finger. He was hers, now and forever more. He met her gaze and saw that she was smiling through tears that threatened to spill. Their smiles only widened as the reverend finished. "By the powers vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."

Rory giggled a little as Stephen lifted the veil over her head. He gently stroked away the tear track, cupped her face with his hands and lowered his head to hers. He rested his forehead against hers for a few seconds. His voice was inaudible to all but her.

"This is too good to be true. I think I'm dreaming and I'm scared to wake up."

"Don't worry. You're not dreaming. It's true. I'm yours. And you are mine."

And with that, he closed the gap and kissed her. When their lips met, they both knew that it was a soft and gentle promise to look after each other forever, to never give up on each other and to always be there for each other. They heard the crowd cheer and clap but their attention lay sorely on each other. He broke the kiss gently.

"I love you...Rory Dene."

Rory sobbed happily and giggled. "I love you too."

He kissed her again.