A/N: I promised I'd get around to it eventually.

Mary woke up late again. Normally it would bother her to get up so late, but she'd sort of grown accustomed to it. Besides, she knew she'd better get in her sleep now since the wedding was the next day and she knew she'd never sleep the night before her wedding day. Her eyes fluttered open and a dainty yawn escaped her lips. She sat up and stretched, only to find Bert sitting in the rocking chair smiling at her.

"Well good morning," Bert said.

"Mmm, isn't it?" Mary smiled, touched by the notion of her fiance watching her sleep.

"Do you know what today is?" Bert said as he came over to sit by Mary on the bed.

"Should I?" Mary asked with one eyebrow arched.

"Why, it's the day before our wedding of course!"

"Wedding? I don't remember any wedding," Mary said, as serious and stern as ever.

"But...Mary...we, we, we're getting married tomorrow. Don't you remember?" Bert said forlornly.

"I never forget anything Bert, and I would distinctly remember if we were to be getting married," Mary said as she threw off the covers and stood up.

"Mary...you mean...you mean you don't remember me...proposing? Or any of that? Nothing? Please Mary, you can't be serious," Bert said as he began to get very worried.

"Bert, when am I not serious?" Mary said as she went into the bathroom and began combing out her long locks. Bert followed her to the bathroom and stood in the doorway, talking to her in the mirror.

"Mary? Are you ill? Are you sure you're alright? Maybe you better lie back down..."

"Bert, I'm perfectly-"

"That's it! Mary! You're not practically perfect!" Bert exclaimed, causing Mary to drop her hairbrush in the sink.

"Whatever are you talking about Bert?" Mary said as she spun around to look Bert in the face.

"Mary! I 'ave your magic! Oh no...oh no...that's why she's forgot everything..."

"Bert, do stop mumbling to yourself."

"She doesn't remember a thing. It must start to affect her after it's gone for so long..." Bert continued whispering to himself. "Wot am I going to do? Oh no..."

"Bert? Could you help me with something?" Mary said from across the room.

"Wot? Oh, yes..."

"Do come here Bert," Mary said with a hint of a smile. Bert was too concerned to notice.

"Wot is it Mary?"

"You look upset. What's wrong?"

"You're...well, you're just not you today Mary."

"Maybe if you kiss me it'll make it better," Mary whispered.

"Kiss...kiss you? You want me to kiss you?" Bert stammered.

"We're good friends after all Bert."

"Good...friends. You really don't remember?" Bert said, clearly upset.

"Let's pretend that your kiss will make everything better. Although I remember everything Bert, just do me this one favor," Mary said, the hint of a smile still on her face.

"Like everything will be better. Alright," Bert said, and he pulled Mary close and looked long and hard into her sparkling blue eyes. He closed his and leaned into her face, breathing in her intoxicating scent, and pressed his lips to hers. Bert started out soft, then applied more pressure as Mary responded. As if this kiss will make everything better, Bert thought. They broke away only to breathe, and Bert kissed her nose and cheeks before finding his way back to her lips once more. The only sound in the room was of the heavy breathing of both persons as they sent back and forth the electric tingle of true love. Finally Bert pulled his lips away from Mary's slowly. Mary looked into Bert's eyes and smiled a wide smile. Bert still looked upset and concerned, despite the amazing exchange of passion he had just experienced.

Mary continued to study smile, then gave a mischievous wink and walked across the room and out the door.

"Mary! Wait!" Bert cried. Mary popped her head back in through the doorway, still grinning.

"You winked," Bert said, more confused and dumbfounded than upset and concerned.

"If you pay attention darling, you'll notice I wink a lot," Mary said, grinning wider.

"Darling?" Bert asked, thoroughly confused.

"Can't I call the man I'm marrying in roughly 36 hours darling?" Mary asked, then winked at Bert again before heading out of the room and to the stairs.

"But...HEY!" Bert exclaimed, realizing he'd been duped. Bert heard a musical laugh ring out from the stairs, and he ran after Mary. She was already halfway down the stairs when Bert got there, so he climbed on the bannister with his stomach and the rail and facing the top of the stairs. Bert pushed off and slid past Mary with a grin until his bum hit the rail post and he toppled into a heap on the floor at the foot of the stairs just as Mary arrived at the bottom.

"Yes?" Mary asked Bert, attempting to suppress a giggle. Bert rubbed his bum and looked up at Mary with a sheepish grin. Then he remembered why he rushed down the stair rail so quickly.

"HEY!"

"You've said that already," Mary said with a smile.

"You were lying the whole time," Bert said, still in a heap at Mary's feet.

"I think that's the most passionate kiss you've ever given me," Mary said as she extended her foot and stepped lithely over Bert and into the kitchen to begin making tea. Bert just blinked, then untangled himself from the foot of the stairs to join Mary in the kitchen.

"What was all the fuss about?" Uncle Albert asked from behind a newspaper.

"Well, Mary here-"

"I pulled a rather dirty trick on Bert, but the result was beyond what I expected," Mary said with a smile and a blush as she put a kettle on. Bert blushed as well.

"I can't believe you'd do something like that to me the day before our wedding," Bert huffed.

"Well why do you always get to have all the fun?" Mary grinned as she got out cups and saucers. "Besides, it's like you said, I'm not practically perfect right now. You are," she said and gave Bert a peck on the cheek before continuing preparing breakfast.

"That's no excuse to play mean tricks on your soon-to-be 'usband if you ask me," Bert said with a sheepish look, now that he was beginning to feel stupid about the whole episode.

"Who's asking you?" Uncle Albert quipped from behind his paper, and Bert couldn't really be upset at the sounds of Mary's musical laughter. He decided to take a seat at the table next to Uncle Albert as Mary made toast.

"Don't be upset dear, it really was the best kiss I've ever received," Mary said, reaching for another cup in the cupboard.

"Because she's been kissed so often before," Uncle Albert said. Bert began laughing, but Mary dropped her cup in astonishment.

"Oh, bother," she said, looking at the pile of pieces on the floor. "Why does this always happen?"

"You alright Mary?" Bert asked as he got up from the table to help her.

"Oh I'm fine. Well, could you help me? You know I'd snap but..."

"Oh, right. No problem Mary," Bert said with a smile. Mary watched as Bert snapped his fingers at the broken tea cup and...nothing happened. Mary laughed as Bert furrowed his brow before snapping again as...nothing happened.

"Well, what's the matter?" Mary asked.

"Uhh, well I don't know Mary," Bert said, a look of worry creeping across his face, and then Mary's.

"What do you mean? Try again, you're just not concentrating," Mary said, attempting to reassure herself. Bert exhaled slowly, then furrowed his brow further and snapped his fingers at the teacup. To Mary's dismay, nothing happened.

"Oh no! Bert!" Mary said, clearly upset.

"Mary I'm so sorry, I don't know what's wrong. It won't work, it's as if...as if"

"OH! My magic is gone Bert!"

"Mary I'm so sorry! Is it me? Was it because I had it?" Bert asked. Mary spun around so as not to let her emotions betray her in front of Bert. Uncle Albert peeked over his paper at Bert, who responded with a wink. Uncle Albert rolled his eyes and disappeared behind his paper once more.

"Bert...I...I..." Mary stammered, staring at the counter. Bert grabbed her by the shoulders and spun her around to face him.

"Kiss me! It may still be there. Take it! Take it before it disappears! KISS ME MARY!" Bert exclaimed. Mary blinked, then grabbed Bert and kissed him like she'd never kissed him before. The intensity of their embrace had increased tenfold, and when they broke apart both Mary and Bert were breathing heavily.

"Goodness," said Uncle Albert's newspaper.

"I...I don't feel any different," Mary said.

"Try Mary," Bert said. Mary took a deep breath and snapped her fingers. Both she and Bert waited a moment, but nothing happened.

"Oh Bert," Mary said with a horror-struck face.

"Mary, why do you always have to complicate things that are really quite simple?" Bert said with a grin as he snapped his fingers, causing the teacup to put itself back together and land on the counter beside Mary.

"You...you...you didn't give it back. You were lying the whole time," Mary said.

"Remember who has the upper 'and when you start these games Mary," Bert said with a wide smile as he pecked her on the cheek. "The result was beyond what I expected though."

Thinking quickly, before any more pre-wedding mayhem ensued in his house, Uncle Albert got up from his newspaper to grab himself a cup a tea, and to propose an idea.

"The two of you should get out for the day, take your minds off the wedding for a while. Leave whatever else you need taken care of with me and the two of you enjoy the nice day."

"Oh Uncle Albert, we couldn't possibly-"

"Now Mary. I've got everything taken care of already. I have something I want to show you anyways. After that we can go pick up your dress and that'll be everything," Bert said.

"Alright then, but I wish you weren't so mysterious all the time. Even I don't know where the wedding is taking place," Mary smiled.

"I'm mysterious?" Bert said with sarcasm. Both he and Mary began laughing.

"Well it's settled then, the two of you get on out of here," Uncle Albert smiled. "And no more funny business."

"Funny business?" Bert and Mary said at the same time, which brought on another bout of laughter.

"Of course the two of you are getting married," Uncle Albert mumbled and rolled his eyes as Mary and Bert went upstairs to get ready for their outing. "They're a match made in heaven."

"Number 26 Andrew Lane?" Mary asked as she stood in front of a picturesque white house with forest green shutters.

"Mmm hmm," Bert smiled as he opened the gate for Mary to enter the yard and walk up to the door. She paused, waiting for Bert.

"But who lives here?"

"You do," Bert smiled as he unlocked the door with his key, extending his arm for Mary to enter.

"Bert you don't mean..." Mary gasped.

"I do love," he said as she shut the door behind him. "Welcome home."

"You mean it's mine? Ours? Our very own home?" Mary asked, astonished.

"I told you I've been saving money. I got the ring, you, and then the house," he chuckled.

"Oh Bert, it's perfect. Our own home, for the two of us."

"And then, maybe three of us?" Bert asked.

"Do...do you want children Bert?" Mary asked, and blushed.

"I...I'd like to if you would Mary. But I know you nanny and-"

"I'd love to have kids Bert. I've always wanted my own children to raise," Mary said, kissing her soon-to-be husband.

"Do you want to see the rest of the house?" Bert smiled.

"This is the greatest wedding present ever Bert," Mary smiled.

"Just wait until I get to walk over the threshold with you in my arms," Bert whispered, pulling Mary close.

"I can't wait Bert," Mary whispered back, nearly touching Bert's nose with hers.

"You're going to 'ave to darling. We still need to get the dress."

"One kiss? Then you can show me the house, and we'll get the dress."

"You really are less proper when you're not full of magic," Bert laughed.

"You're just as handsome when you're full of magic," Mary smiled.

"Ah, I never said you were less stunning. Only less proper."

"Just one kiss?"

"You don't want to see the rest of your very own 'ome and go get your dress you've never seen either?"

"Mmm, after one little kiss."

"One little kiss?"

"Bert, are you suggesting you don't want-" Mary was cut short as Bert closed the final centimeter between their lips and gave her a loving kiss. Bert could feel the smile in her kiss.

"There."

"Mmm, thank you. Much better," Mary smiled.

"Mary Poppins!"

"Oh Miss Seville! It's so nice to see you again."

"Hello Bert! Well Mary Poppins, I know it's been a long time, but hopefully this dress will be perfect," Miss Seville smiled.

"I have full faith in you and Bert," Mary blushed. "Bert, you wait out here. You can't see me in it yet, but I'll tell you how perfect it is when I'm done," she said and gave him a peck on the cheek.

"Follow me Mary Poppins," Miss Seville smiled. Mary smiled back and followed Miss Seville into the back where the fitting area was. She sat down and waited as Miss Seville went to retrieve her gown. She smiled as she imagined Bert fidgeting out in the front of the store. Then Miss Seville returned with the most stunning gown Mary had ever seen. She gasped rather loudly, and Miss Seville laughed as Mary's mouth opened in astonishment.

"Oh Miss Seville! It's perfect!" Mary cried with delight.

"Tell your fiance that, he came up with most of the dress himself."

"Oh my goodness, Bert!" Mary whispered, still in awe.

"Go on, try it on. We have to be sure it fits as well as it looks."

Mary took a deep breath before exiting the dressing room. The dress fit her like a glove, but she hadn't seen it on herself yet. She walked out in front of the mirrors and gasped again. She looked absolutely stunning. The dress was made of white silk, with a modest train and a stunning veil to match. The neckline has beautiful lace all along it, as well as lace at the end of the sleeves around her wrists. The dress absolutely shone and sparkled on her trim and elegant figure, and upon closer inspection Mary realized why.

"Miss Seville, are these..."

"Diamonds?" Miss Seville. "As I said, your fiance gave me certain instructions," she smiled.

"Oh my word!"

"You look gorgeous Mary Poppins. There won't be a finer bride in all of history."

"Miss Seville, this is, well...amazing! Lace and diamonds and...it's perfect," Mary breathed.

"Thank you Mary Poppins, but I can't say it enough- you fiance knew what he wanted to see you coming down the aisle in."

"Oh it's perfect. Thank you," Mary said, shaking Miss Seville's hand and rushing to put the dress back in its black bag to take back to Uncle Albert's for the wedding the next day. After fixing the last touches on her bun, Mary walked out to the front of the store to greet Bert.

"Well?" Bert asked as he jumped up from his seat.

"Lace and diamonds?" Mary asked.

"Do you...like it?" Bert asked nervously.

"Bert, I love it!"

"Oh wonderful Mary!" Bert exclaimed, overjoyed.

"Not as much as I love you though," Mary smiled, kissing Bert.

"Mmm, never," he said, returning the favor.

Next and final chapter to follow soon! If you haven't all died in my absence and you choose to review then you are much loved. :)