Hello everyone! So this is it! This is the final chapter of the wedding saga of Meredeth and Esposito! It was not my intention to end this one so soon, but I felt that this story has gotten a great amount of love (100+ reviews, a personal record!) and there are other Crumbsverse stories to explore with just as much attention to detail. The next one looks at a unique relationship between two characters I don't believe have ever been paired together! So for this one, for the last time, Read and Review and Enjoy!

'Good morning, sir, this is the front desk, we are issuing your wake-up call.'

Esposito hung up the phone of their hotel suite, rolled back to wrap his arm around Meredeth, sleeping so peacefully he almost didn't want to disturb her.

In her seat, Esposito nudged Meredeth. 'Mere, babe, it's ten-thirty,' he murmured. 'Time to wake up.'

'Okay.' On a yawn, Meredeth stretched upwards, flexed her toes. As she brought her hands back down, she caught the glint of her wedding ring in with her jeweled flower engagement ring and grinned. 'That is some fine lookin' bling ain't it?'

'Goes well with mine,' Esposito agreed, holding up his hand beside hers,admiring his platinum wedding band. He knew a lot of the guys didn't wear them at all or wore them on a chain under their shirt. Not for him; he would wear his with pride. He lay his hand over hers, ran it over her shoulder. 'You want to eat in here or restaurant?'

'Here. We can get a shower while we wait for food.'

'Good point.'

Meredeth rolled over, gave him a kiss before she ducked into the shower; her brain was still mushy from their wedding night. They hadn't managed to get anywhere close to sleep until nearly four in the morning, owing to a real late-night snack and one more round of passionate love-making before they'd finally given in to their bodies' demands for sleep. The following morning, they had enjoyed the brunch with their wedding party and left instructions with Ryan and Lanie for the dog as well as their wedding gifts, and transporting Meredeth's wedding dress and bouquet home to Chelsea; since Lanie was going to be house-sitting for them, they hadn't worried much about cleaning out the refrigerator of perishable items before they left.

Finally, they'd flown out to Los Angeles, sleeping almost the entire way there; Esposito had been out before lift-off from La Guardia. When they'd touched down at LAX, he'd woken up to find he'd slept the entire time with Meredeth's hand in his. They'd had just enough time to catch a bite to eat at a little seaside cafe in Santa Monica, then get polished up for their first Beverly Hills party thrown by Irina Sokalov, one of the women nominated for Best Actress in a Comedy Series. Though Meredeth didn't think she had a snowball's chance in hell of winning, Irina had been a gracious host and they'd gotten to hob-knob with the rich and fabulous for a Saturday evening. Not the worst way to spend their second night of marriage.

Now it was the morning of the second biggest day this weekend - the Emmy awards and compared to the excited butterflies she'd felt on Friday morning, this was cake. She had a little just-in-case speech in her head prepared - despite being the prognosticators' fan favourite, the odds on for writing was to go to the Ella Sawyer series on HBO - and she would walk down the red carpet in her beautiful teal blue dress with her wedding rings and her matching necklace as her only jewelery; Esposito would be there with his tie matching her dress, wearing his wedding cuff-links she'd given him. Then the next morning, they'd fly to New Zealand for three weeks of adventures and as much sex as they could handle.

The day was a blur as they readied themselves for the night - the stylist Robina had set up for them came to the hotel room to do Meredeth's hair and make-up, give Esposito a once-over; he didn't mind that he was barely paid any attention. This was Meredeth's night, first and foremost, he was there to be her arm candy and her support. By the time three-forty-five rolled around, he was back in his tux, only his pocket-square and tie were teal blue instead of white this time, and he actually got to watch Meredeth dress, even helped her zip up her gown and fasten her necklace around her neck.

'You ready to rock that joint, Mrs. Meredeth Esposito?'

'You know it, Mr. Javier Esposito.'

Feeling like the most glamorous woman in the world, Meredeth looped her arm through his, and they walked out of the elevator to the lobby where once again, they turned all the heads as they went out to their waiting limousine to take them to the Kodak theatre. Once there, Esposito slid out first, into the balmy September air, then held out his hand for his wife and was both flattered and surprised at the level of screams her appearance elicited from the crowd. 'They really love you.'

'But not as much as I love you. Come on, this is the big leagues.'

They sauntered up the red carpet, Esposito feeling no shame as he pulled out his slim pocket digital camera, snapped photos of Meredeth with colleagues and admirers in between the Then he felt his throat tighten when he saw the gigantic blond man maneuvering through the crowd towards them. 'Dear God, it's the Swedish Herman Munster,' he murmured, directing Meredeth's attention to the incoming man.

'Miss Coleman!'

'Actually it's Mrs. Esposito now.' Meredeth proudly held up her hand for inspection, as she'd been doing for reporters all night. She looped her arm through Esposito's, smiled brightly. 'We just got married Friday night.'

'Congratulations. I'm Alex, by the way,' he added for good measure, shaking Esposito's hand.

'Javier. Nice to meet you.'

'You as well, I've heard great things from her Twitter. I just wanted to catch you before heading inside, good luck tonight, I'll be cheering for you.'

'Thanks.' Meredeth counted to ten as the man wandered away, then murmured, 'Okay, let it out.'

'Jesus Christ, Mere, he was fuckin' huge! I think if I was standing on my tip-toes I could sniff his armpits.'

'Mister Skarsgard's a Swede, they're not exactly a country known for producing midgets,' she pointed out, as they reached the main entrance. She dug into her clutch, handed her tickets to the guard and were permitted to enter the auditorium to take their seats. They had little time to sit and wait, as the final guests came in just behind them and the lights above dimmed as the orchestra struck up the overture music.

Esposito took Meredeth's hand in his, almost as excited as she was. 'Here we go!'

'Please welcome to the stage from Dallas Lieutenant Eve and True Blood, Selma Sinclair and Alexander Skarsgard.'

'This is it, this is us!' Meredeth felt her chest tense as she saw the two stars come onto the stage. Her palms had gone damp with nervous excitment and she began rubbing her thumb over her wedding band to try and ease her anxiety.

'Good television, whether it's a regular series or special event, begins with great writing, and tonight these four nominees represent the pinnacle of great writing this year,' Selma read off the teleprompter. 'The nominees for Best Writing in A Mini-Series, Movie or Dramatic Special are, Candy Mann - Will Akerman and Nolan Martin. Digital Fortress - Dan Brown, Arthur Hyde and Frederick Roberts. Lady Hawk: Midnight is Crashing - Meredeth Coleman, Bonita Schaffer and Mark Upperton, and Off the Map: An Ella Sawyer Adventure - Mario Benedict and Tiffany Lische.'

Meredeth gripped Esposito's hand tightly, heard him say, 'Win or lose, you are my superstar,' as she held her breath.

'And the winner is...' Selma trailed off as she opened the envelope and smiled; the seconds were centuries for Meredeth as she held her breath.

'Meredeth Coleman, Bonnie Schaffer and Mark Upperton for Lady Hawk: Midnight is Crashing!'

Meredeth let her breath out, looked at Esposito who was grinning wildly, as he helped her to her feet. 'I love you, baby, go get 'em.'

She kissed him, then picked up the edge of her dress as she walked up the aisle towards the stage behind Bonnie and Mark. Her hands were shaking when she made it up the stairs and accepted the trophy from Alexander.

'Congratulations, I was hoping it'd be you,' he said as he passed Meredeth the statue.

'Thank you.'

She turned to the microphone and was marginally relieved when Mark and Bonnie were speaking; she felt the butterflies come back a hundred-fold when she heard Bonnie say, 'Mark and I won this last year, but Meredeth's a first-timer so we're going to let her take the spotlight.'

Bonnie stepped out of the way so Meredeth could give her acceptance speech.

'Well, let's see, this is my weekend so far,' Meredeth said, unaware of where these words were coming from, 'Friday I got married-' she paused a moment for the applause '-thank you, Saturday my new husband Javi and I flew to Hollywood for a posh pre-Emmy party, Sunday I'm at the Emmys winning an award for my writing and tomorrow, Monday, I leave for my honeymoon. I wonder what's going to happen on Tuesday?'

There was laughter as Meredeth continued, 'I'm absolutely overwhelmed, but we'll try to get this right. Thank you to my co-writers Bonnie and Mark, you are the most insanely talented people I've met, thank you to Elevation Studios and CBS, my agent and friend Robina Kelley for fighting for this project like a gladiator, to my friends in New York, I'm not naming names in case I forget someone, my grandmother Constance in Miami, everyone at Double-Diamond Publishing, but more than anything, I want to thank my mother, who's watching from heaven, hopefully in HD, and my husband, Javi.' She paused as her voice began to crack. 'Before I came up here, you said win or lose, you're my superstar. Well you are my superhero, I love you beyond comprehension, and you are so getting lucky tonight!'

She grinned now as the auditorium errupted in cheers and whistles, waved at them all. 'Thank you!'

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