Roman wakes up on his wedding day with Gerri's arms wrapped around him from behind. They had agreed to spend the night before the wedding together, neither of them believing in the superstition that the groom must not see the bride. "I didn't see Baird the morning of our wedding and it didn't stop him dying," Gerri pointed out. Roman couldn't fault that logic.

Connor and Kendall are both Roman's best men. Shiv is standing in for mother of the groom, as Caroline and Peter are away on a cruise. Shiv arrives early to help Gerri get ready. She leaves baby Kendall, who is wearing a pink dress and a bow around her smattering of red hair, with the nanny and joins Roman while he's putting his suit on.

"So how does it work with you and Ger-bear?" asks Shiv as she ties Roman's tie. "Do you actually do it or is it still just sexting? Does she dress up as Mom?"

"That's really none of your business, Siobhan," he replies with newfound maturity. He's not going to let her rile him today. "But if you must know, Gerri and I have a mutually satisfying relationship."

"Ew." Shiv scrunches up her face in exaggerated disgust. "That's somehow grosser than anything you've ever said."

Kendall arrives next, greeting Shiv with a peck on the cheek. "I think Gerri wants you to help with her dress."

"Oh, okay." Shiv lets Kendall take over with helping Roman get dressed.

"Do you think Dad would have come today?" Roman asks as Kendall buttons his suit.

"Probably not," Kendall replies, focused on the button holes. "He'd have been busy with some kind of business deal. Does it matter?"

Roman shrugs. "It just feels… kind of fucked that I couldn't have married Gerri if Dad was still here."

"You could have. He just would have disinherited you." Kendall looks at Roman's tense face. "You can't live your life based on what Dad would have wanted."

"Easy for you to say. You were his favourite no matter what you did. Or maybe it was Shiv. It definitely wasn't me."

"Don't be so sure."

"Why do you think I was the only one he hit?" Roman asks abruptly.

Kendall shrugs. "I don't know, man. He probably couldn't tell you either."

"I kept provoking him. It was the only way to get his attention. I probably wanted it, like the fucking dog pound."

"That's, that's not—" Kendall begins, and Roman can see his brother is torn between the desire to defend himself and the need to reassure Roman. "That was different," he says finally. "We were both kids. Dad was an adult, he knew what he was doing. It wasn't all his fault — someone fucked him up too — but it definitely wasn't yours." Roman must still look unsure, because Ken adds, "Frank said something to me the day after he died. He said 'he was an old bastard, and he loved you'. And that's the truth. Dad was a bastard — I mean, he was a fucked up, violent, emotionally abusive piece of shit—" Roman starts to interject, wanting to defend his father's memory despite everything. "And he loved you. He loved you, Rome."

They let that settle in silence, until Ken adds, "At least, he definitely loved you more than Connor," and they both burst out laughing.

…

Gerri is wearing a gold flowing dress, her hair in loose curls. "You didn't want to wear white?" Shiv asks slyly, looking at her reflection in the mirror.

"I don't think anyone would buy that I'm a virgin." Gerri wrinkles her nose. "Two daughters might be a giveaway?"

Shiv smiles and finishes tying up the dress at the back. "You look great. Roman's very lucky. And I'm sorry for the whole…" She hesitates. "Dick pic incident."

"Trying to get me fired or to make a complaint against your brother, you mean?"

"Yeah." Shiv does look guilty. "All water under the bridge now, right? None of us won in the end."

"You did alright. Husband as CEO."

"Yeah. Matsson's working him like a dog. It's great. I hardly ever see him!" Her smile doesn't reach her eyes. "I'm so glad it wasn't me."

Gerri has thoughts, but she nods. "And how's motherhood?"

"I hardly see my daughter either, except when she wants feeding. I decided to breastfeed purely to spite my mother."

They stand side by side, looking at their reflections, Shiv's pink dress complementing Gerri's gold attire.

"Any last words?" Gerri asks.

"Remember the advice you gave me on my wedding day?" Shiv says. "'Don't let him die'?" She turns around to look her godmother in the eye. "Don't let him die, okay?"

Gerri thinks of Roman hunched over sobbing at his father's funeral. She thinks of him throwing himself into a crowd of angry protesters.

She says, "I'll do my best."

…

The ceremony takes place on the beach, with a small number of people present. Roman's friend Brian from Management Training is conducting the ceremony, having got ordained on the internet, Gerri having checked his credentials. Roman stands nervously surrounded by his siblings as Gerri walks down the aisle accompanied by her daughters and bridesmaids, who are giving her away. Although he's already seen the dress, Roman is awestruck as Gerri approaches, smiling at him while looking equally nervous. Rava, Sophie and Iverson are in the front row of seats, next to Tom and baby Kendall.

"Roman, do you solemnly promise to love, honour and respect Gerri for as long as you both shall live?" asks Brian.

"I do." Roman smiles adoringly at Gerri.

"Gerri, do you solemnly promise to love, honour and respect Roman for as long as you both shall live?" says Brian.

"I do," says Gerri. Roman hopes that she'll still disrespect him occasionally.

"Then, in as much as you both have consented, by the power vested in me by the State of New York, I now pronounce you married!" Brian declares. "You may kiss—" Roman has already grabbed Gerri and dips her into a passionate kiss as the audience applauds.

…

The reception is held back at Shiv and Tom's place. There are a few people there from Waystar, or W as it's now known, past and present. Frank, Karl, Hugo, Karolina, Laird. It's the first time Roman has seen the latter in person since they were held at gunpoint together. He remembers the Marry, Fuck, Kill game they had played in which Laird said he would marry Gerri. Roman had wanted to grab a gun and shoot either himself or Laird out of jealousy, not because Gerri might be interested in Laird but because Laird could say Roman's dream so casually while Roman had to hide his feelings at all times. Roman involuntarily tightens his arm around Gerri and gives Laird a meaningful look. Get your own fucking wife.

Matsson is there too, Roman had added him to the invite list at the last minute. He is technically Gerri's boss and Roman is past holding any resentment towards him. Matsson looks pale and wan as he comes over to shake Roman's hand.

"You okay, man?" Roman asks, concerned at Matsson's appearance. He looks as depressed as he had when they met at Ken's birthday party.

"Yeah." Lukas brushes off the concern. "I've been watching your show."

"Right, thanks." The Electric Circus is currently the number one show on Netflix. "It turns out I can write a little."

"Well, if you have any ideas for W Studios…"

"Nah. I'm out of that clusterfuck."

They all settle down for the dinner and speeches. Connor's speech is deeply sentimental, full of childhood anecdotes about Roman. Fishing trips, camping, the time Roman had wanted to pretend that Connor was his dad. When he's finished and Roman has leaned over to give him a tearful hug, Kendall stands up.

"So," he begins. "When Roman asked me to be his best man — one of them — I decided to compose a tribute of a certain… flavour."

"Oh no," Shiv mutters, as Kendall peels off his shirt to reveal a T-shirt with a photo of him and Roman at Ken's bachelor party on the front.

Kendall nods at Greg to hit the music. "R to the O to the M-A-N—"

He launches into a rap titled 'My Homey Romey' which has everyone up on their feet. ("When I say R you say O-Man!") When the applause has died down and Roman has stopped pretending to hide under the table, it's Shiv's turn to stand.

"Thank you Kendall for that tribute," she begins. "I remember when Roman was fourteen and Gerri was forty and we all used to say 'I hope they get married someday'." There's a ripple of laughter, including from Roman. "But in all seriousness, I'm glad that these two have found each other. They make each other happy, and that's all you can ask for in a marriage." Her eyes stray to Tom. "So here's to my big brother and my godmother. May they have many happy years together."

She raises her glass to a chorus of 'hear hear!' She and Roman exchange a look as she sits back down.

"So where are you going for your honeymoon?" asks Connor, once dinner is underway.

"Japan," says Roman. "It's where we first fell in love."

"He means it's where we did the post-rocket launch apology tour," says Gerri.

"Same thing," says Roman. "Speaking of which…" He checks his watch and gets to his feet, tapping his glass to make a ringing sound. "I have one final surprise for my wife. Tom, hit the overhead projector?"

Tom promptly presses a button and the screen on the wall starts to project live images.

"Roman, is that a fucking rocket?" says Gerri through gritted teeth.

"Don't worry, sweetheart. I didn't rush the planning this time. I left it all up to the experts. After all—" Roman grimaces. "I'm not a rocket scientist."

"I love you, you idiot." Gerri kisses him as the rocket blasts off on the count of five.

Finally the cake is cut, Gerri's daughters helping the couple to push the knife down through the tiers of chocolate. Then Whitney Houston starts blaring through the speakers as the bride and groom hit the floor for their first dance. Shiv joins them, bouncing baby Kendall in one arm and holding out her other arm to get Kendall, Connor and Tom to start dancing too. Kendall drags Rava and his kids onto the floor and before long everyone is dancing.

…

At the end of the day Roman crawls into bed with Gerri, both too exhausted to do anything but sleep. He wraps his arms around her from behind.

"Can you tell me a dirty limerick?" he murmurs against her ear, admiring their matching wedding bands in the dim light.

"Sure thing, my love." She reaches back to rake her hand through his hair. "Much dearer to me than my treasure, the heiress declared, is my leisure…"

Roman doesn't hear the rest of the limerick. He falls into a deep sleep with his wife's voice in his head and her fingers intertwined with his.