One chapter left until the finale
Sherlock bought me a ring a few days later, it was perfect, more perfect than I could ever imagine. Five months had passed since the night of the proposal, and I spent most of it with Sherlock, although sometimes I was shopping for dresses with my sister (sorry if you don't have a sister) Aleah, who had rushed over as soon as she heard I was getting married.
"My sister, (Y/N), getting married to the curly cute detective, Sherlock Holmes?" She laughed, scanning a rack of dresses.
"Do you approve, big sister O' mine?" I smirked jokingly. Aleah and I had always gotten along, other than when we were teenagers, at that time we were trying to kill each other. Aleah hadn't been around much because she was an army officer, she recently retired after being diagnosed with PTSD.
"How about this one?" She pulled a dress off the rack and showed it to me.
"Too poofy, I don't want to look like an inflated snowball, Lee." I smirked devilishly at her.
"Come on sis, I didn't wear a dress to my wedding, I don't know this stuff!" Aleah wore a tux to her wedding, she wanted to give her wife, Sharlene the honour of wearing the beautiful gown down the aisle.
"You looked stunning in your tux though." I pointed out, before pulling a dress off the rack and examining it.
"I want something like this, but less sparkles, I'm not a unicorn."
"I'd be rich if you were a unicorn." Aleah smirked, coming over to look at it. She ran her fingers through her short dark red hair and sighed. "This'll be tough to find, but anything for my little sis!" She pulled me into a tight hug and took off to the other end of the store. I ran my fingers along the many dresses, before noticing one standing out on a mannequin.

"LEE!" I bellowed, rushing over to the mannequin. I heard her frantic footsteps come up behind me.
"It's beautiful!" She gasped, looking up at the dress in front of us.
"It's perfect." I pointed to it, looking over at her.
"As your maid of honour, I insist on buying it!" Aleah put on a stubborn face, before waving over a manager.
"N-no, that's too generous!" I stammered, looking at my sister in bewilderment. She completely ignored me.
"She will be trying on this dress!" My sister pointed dramatically at it. I felt embarrassed of her spontaneous attitude, and was scared of what she would say at the wedding.
"Yes, Madame." The French manager smiled brightly at us, before leading me to a changing room. I felt the dress through the bag first, I was nervous. This was going to be the biggest day of my life, and I had to choose what to wear for it. I unzipped the bag and looked at the beautiful dress in front of me. I picked it up, and slowly slipped it on. I turned and looked into the brightly lit mirror. It fit perfectly, and looked absolutely stunning. Tears rolled down my face, I couldn't believe how lucky I was to be getting married. Sherlock hated weddings, so we decided to have a small one with just people who were close to us, in our backyard, with a friend of John's marrying us. I slipped it back off after showing my sister, who cried over dramatically and had to be escorted due to her sobbing, that made customers think someone was dying. She returned after calming down to pay for the dress and drive me home.
"Sherlock will love it, he's a lucky man, marrying my little sis, he better be faithful or I'll gauge his eyes out." Aleah rambled, as we pulled into the driveway. Redbeard dashed up to our car, wagging his tail excitedly.
"Hey boy!" I smiled, patting him. Sherlock was sitting on the porch in his mind palace, off in a world of his own. Aleah and I easily snuck past him, taking the dress upstairs to my room.
"Two weeks until the wedding and you're just buying your dress now!" Aleah shot me a glance.
"It's a small wedding." I shrugged, hanging the dress up.
"You should tell mom and dad about the wedding." She said, without any hesitation. I froze and shot a glare at her.
"You should tell mom and dad you retired." I retorted.
"They haven't spoken to me since I married Sharlene." Aleah grumbled. Our parents weren't the most open people, they believed in arranged marriage and that Aleah and I should listen to whatever our husbands say, but Aleah went a different route and married a woman, which they highly disapproved of, and disowned her, I on the other hand, went with their arranged marriage with Liam, though they agreed that we could "date" first.
"That's why I'm not inviting them." I turned to her, sitting on the edge of my bed.
"Who's walking you down the aisle then?" She asked.
"John."
"Who's that?"
"Sherlock's best man." I pointed to a picture of john and Sherlock at John's wedding.
"You're being walked down the aisle by Sherlock's friend?" Aleah shot me a questionable look.
"He's been basically my brother since I got here." I smiled softly.
"Alright, then I approve." Aleah kneeled down, scratching Redbeard's chin, as he wagged his tail cheerfully.
"Will Redbeard be there?" She smiled jokingly at the happy dog.
"I wish, but he'll just have to watch from the house." I smiled, sliding onto the floor next to my sister and began Redbeard.
~13 days later~
The wedding was in one day, everyone was scrambling around frantically to get everything together for us. Sherlock and I hardly had the chance to speak in the two weeks prior to the wedding, we were so busy with preparations it was hard to see each other. Finally, the morning before the wedding I got to sit down with him for breakfast.
"Big day tomorrow." I gleamed at him.
"Well-"
"Sherlock." I shot him a playful glare.
"I'm happy to be marrying you, of course, but I don't see this day as the most important day of our lives." He smiled at me.
"What is the most important day then?"
"There is no important day, there's important moments, the day I met you, the day we adopted Redbeard, the day we moved here, the day I proposed, and tomorrow when I read my vows to you, those are moments that are important, not a "wedding day" a moment that you live in, that will alter your life forever." Sherlock explained, before taking a bite of toast.
"That's surprisingly beautiful." I smiled softly at him. He nodded and continued eating. "I'll be leaving at 10 pm tonight to go to Aleah's hotel to get ready for tomorrow." I informed him.
"Right, John and I stay here and prepare, yes?" He looked at me for confirmation.
"Correct, and tomorrow the wedding starts at 12 PM, and the reception at the venue at 3 PM." I listed off the very well timed plans.
"Lestrade is putting extra security on all the buildings in the area, just in case."
"Good, the we're all set!"
~1 day later~
I awoke in Aleah's hotel room, a few of my old friends still sleeping on the pull out couch. Sharlene was up already, making coffee.
"Morning, Sharlene." I smiled at her, before entering the shower. I washed off, before hearing the makeup and hair artists arriving at the hotel room. The girls stirred before getting up to get ready. All the bridesmaids wore the same dress colour, which was burgundy, and a similar style. As soon as I was in my dress, I realized how nervous I was, today was the day I married Sherlock Holmes.
"Wedding day jitters?" My Australian friend Ginette asked. We had met in school back where I grew up, but she moved to Australia when I was 15, so we kept in touch online ever since. My other bridesmaid was Sharlene, who I had grown quite close to through online chatting while Aleah was working as an officer.
"Must be." I smiled nervously, Sharlene was getting her makeup done at the moment so I decided to get my hair done. I decided to leave it down, and get little flowers through it, to decorate it. After I got makeup, and put my jewelry on. I went to look in the mirror, I was shocked at the girl in front of me. I had never noticed how different she was from the girl who was beaten and yelled at 2 years prior, or how much she has grown. I hadn't been alive until I met Sherlock, I always lived by what someone else told me, and now I was free, and full of life.
"You look beautiful." Sharlene complimented, smiling proudly at me.
"Watch it Sharly, I don't want you leaving me for my sister." Aleah joked, kissing her wife on the cheek.
"Never would, gorgeous." Sharlene winked. I smiled at them, feeling a sense of security for the first time in a long time.
"Come on, (Y/N), it's time for you to be wedded!" Ginette shouted, linking arms with me and leading me down to the limo that waited outside our hotel. My heart raced as we approached the house, it was time. Lovely music floated through the air as I was ushered through the house by the girls, to where John was waiting.
"Sherlock is already at the end of the yard, you ready?" He smiled at me.
"Of course." I hugged him tightly.
"You look beautiful." He smiled and kissed my cheek.
"And you look dashing." I straightened his tie before turning to the back door. The bridesmaids filed out, before Ms. Hudson came out carrying Rosamund, who ungracefully threw petals onto the long white carpet. John and I approached the back door, before making our entrance into the yard. Three sets of pews lined either side of the white carpet, which seated our friends and family. At the end was a small after, with soft white cloth draped over it beautifully. I saw Sherlock's eyes widen when he saw me, he must have been surprised. I walked along side John, to the end of the carpet, before stepping in front of Sherlock. The wedding went formally as weddings do, and we reached the vows.
"(Y/N), you may go first." I drew a deep breath, lifting the piece of paper that Aleah handed to me shakily.
"Sherlock, the moment I met you, my life became worth living, the painful days of heartbreak and hurt had ended the moment you walked through my door, even if I didn't ask you to come in." People laughed. "You looked through my broken exterior and repaired everything inside, until my heart began to beat once more, in that moment, I knew I'd want to spend the rest of my days with you, and feel every ounce of pain, cry every tear, and run every mile that you do, no matter what dangers or consequences follow, you are my love, and for that reason I will follow you to the ends of time and back. You are a strange and wild man, who's intellect rules over all, and that is what I love about you, there is no one other than you for me, and I pray you feel the same, I love you Sherlock." I finished, wiping away the welled up tears. I slipped the ring onto his finger. Sherlock smiled, before taking his paper from John's hand.
"Dearest, (Y/N) (L/N), soon to be (Y/N) Holmes,
Though I do not love like other people, I feel the sentiment that they explain to me, but I only feel it for you, every time you step into a room, my heart races, and I realize how lucky I am, to have someone who's so patient with my outbursts and childish attitude. You know more about me than anyone, and you appear to care more as well. I can't explain in words how dear you are to me, my mind can't come up with them, and when I asked John, his answer sounded like something out of a terrible drama film." Everyone laughed. "So I'll have to try my best, (Y/N) your very existence makes my days a little better, your obsession with Sci-fi movies and teaching me how to make bread amuses me, and your laugh, smile, and personality makes me happy. Your tiniest quirks and even flaws build you to be the most amazing woman in my life, and the most amazing person any man could ever love. (Y/N), I will never fully understand why you chose to fall in love with a strange man like me, but I hope that you understand; that I love every single thing about you, with all that I am capable of feeling." He smiled softly at me. I welled up again, but managed to hold it back. He places the ring on my finger.
"Thank you Sherlock, and with that being said, do you take (Y/N) to be your lawfully wedded wife, in sickness and in health until death parts you?"
"I do..." Sherlock nodded, a hint of excitement in his voice.
"And do you (Y/N), take Sherlock to be your lawfully wedded husband, in sickness and in health, until death parts you?"
I smiled up at the man in front of me, everything was perfect, this moment was perfect, he was perfect.
"I do."
"I now pronounce you, husband and wife, you may kiss the bride." Sherlock leaned in, pressing his lips on mine, sealing our marriage. That night we drank, partied, and shared wild stories, there were no criminals, no dramatic turns, just us, in pure happiness.
I closed my journal and smiled, two years had passed since the wedding day, and I had finally written everything down.
"Ma!" A tiny voice called, Maverick came charging into my room, climbing into my lap and hugging me.
"Oh dear, did your father tell you another murder story?"
"Yes." I death glared Sherlock, who was leaning on the doorframe in a housecoat. I picked up my pen and scribbled down.
'Until the epilogue.'

Until the epilogue. :)