Okay this story came to me after watching the first season 4 promo and reading the description of season 4 from Itunes. It includes spoilers for both things, so if you don't want those, stay away from this. However the spoilers are not that big and has more to do with my dream of what they could lead to. Which is also why it is important that the prologue and chapter one was published before the premiere tomorrow.

I don't own anything related to the Good Wife even though I wish I did.

For Better And For Worse

Part 1: Commitments

"It is the purpose that makes strong the vow;
vows to every purpose must not hold

(Shakespear:Troilus and Cressida act 5, scene. 3)

Memory of Alicia nr. 1

I had never felt happier than that moment when my eyes met his through the veil. I didn't notice another thing around me from that second, after all it really was all that mattered -the two of us.

It didn't matter that we got this ridiculous expensive affair of a wedding because his mother wanted at least 300 of her closest friends as our guests. (It ended up being 437 not included the small number of people containing Peters and my friends and my family). Even though I personally would have preferred a far smaller affair. One he offered to give me by eloping, if I preferred it over this. I actually did, and the thought of running away with him and marrying privately in Paris or some tropical island far away from wedding drama, was more than a little tempting and appealing, as well as rather romantic. However I knew how his mother, Jackie, would have reacted afterwards (and we were already not the best of friends so I am pretty sure she would have been convinced I was the one who let him into the dangers of temptation). The irony was that his father had actually offered to marry us privately if we preferred. I guess that was the perks of having a judge as a future father-in-law.

However in the end I gave into the big white wedding with all of those 500 guests where I was lucky if I knew more than 100. I gave in because it really didn't matter that much to me and him, as it seemed to do to Jackie. Plus she was already having a freak out over the place we were to live, when we returned from our honeymoon in Rome. A small apartment on 81st, perfect to him and me, and a "scandal" according to her. It was so "bad" she even offered us to move into the grand mansion of hers. So I better give into the wedding before I had to live side by side with my future mother-in-law. And it didn't matter in the end, after all what I wanted was the marriage to Peter, everything else didn't matter. And that was real truth, because from the moment I felt his eyes lock at me, and saw the happiness in them, everything else was forgotten.

The fact that Owen was rather grumpy before guiding me down the aisle, (to say that him and Peter didn't get along would have been an understatement), was without any meaning to me in that moment. Neither did it matter that I had been sad earlier that my father wasn't with us this day to give me away. Though he would probably have been the only one real happy for me on my side of the family. He would have liked that I married Peter, I am sure he would. After all Peter had been his protégé, his mentee. Myfather, who had passed away the month before I met Peter, and was the direct reason I still met the man I would be spending the rest of my life with. But he would never know it. He would never know that him hiring Peter as a new junior associate, eventhough his partner didn't agree,was what led me to the love of my life, my soul-mate. My father who really should have been here on this day. On the other hand would this day be here if he was still alive? Would I still have met and connected with Peter like that, if it was not for all of those hours spend together with him helping me pack down first my father's office and later the apartment. Would he even have thought of inviting me out if my father was still alive? After all it wasn't the easiest to date the daughter of your boss. No, I couldn't think like that. All that matters was that here we were Peter and me, promising to spend the rest of our lives together.

In this moment it really was just the two of us, almost soaring high like we were in the middle of the universe with only the stars surrounding us. Not unlike the stars I saw in his eyes, as he stepped forward to take my hand. Stars I was sure were shinning in my own as well.

His eyes and smile really were all I saw for the rest of the ceremony.

I knew the priest was speaking, but I would never know exactly what he talked about.I mean I knew read the part of 's letter about love, because Peter had asked for that to happen. And I did notice how Peter said the words with him, almost vowing them to me, when he got to the part with the words:

"Love is patient, love is kind.
It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.
It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking,
it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.
Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.
It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres."

I am not sure why he knew them so well, neither did I know how ironic those words would seem in a far away future. All I knew was in that moment I was completely sure he meant them and that was why he had been so persistent with the text being the second reading, no matter what the priest or his mother had said.

The smile upon his lips as he whispered the last words of the paragraph with the priest as well, told me everything I could ever dream of: How much he loved me right now.

"And now these three remain: faith, hope and love.
But the greatest of these is love."

I got lost once more in his eyes, knowing that the priest was continuing and a tone point did realize he started the questioning part. I tried to concentrate, listening to Peter's vows:

"I Peter Alexander, take you Alicia Scarlett, to be my lawfully wedded wife. To have and to hold, from this day forward, for better and for worse, for richer and for poorer, in sickness or in health, to love and to cherish 'till death do us apart. And here to I pledge you my faithfulness."

I felt the tears already beaming in my eyes slip down my cheeks as I heard his vows to me. His voice was so tender and yet so strong, never once wavering. I knew the priest was asking me to say the same words. I knew it eventhough, I couldn't hear a word of what he said because of the blood thundering in my ears or may be it was the sound of my heart beat I was not completely sure. However I did repeat the words:

"I, Alicia Scarlett, take you Peter Alexander, to be my lawfully wedded husband. To have and to hold, from this day forward, for better and for worse, for richer and for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, 'till death do us part. And here to I pledge you my faithfulness."

I knew the next thing was the rings. Though it was only because of the millions of times we had gone over it the days before with the priest and with Jackie. However it felt as I forgot to breath for a moment when Peter slipped the ring onto my finger letting it rest against my engagement ring before he gave my hand a light squeeze. I took the ring handed to me and placed it carefully on Peter's finger with the same words I knew he had said just a minute before.

"With this ring I pledge myself to thee, with all the affections of my heart so long as we both shall live."

Once more I was unknowing on how much those words would me in the future for both of us. Just like it was with the words of the reading and the vows of love already exchanged between us. Vows where we promised for better and for worse and pledged our faithfulness to each other. It was probably a good thing I didn't know as well, because I am pretty sure I might have run off without giving any vows, if I had known about the future a head of us. But as I didn't know any of this, it was the single most perfect moment of my life, later only surpassed by the birth of Zach and Grace.

I heard the priest tell Peter, how he may kiss the bride. Peter took a step closer to me, and carefully lifted the veil away from my face before he cupped my cheeks. I was more than a little relieved that I saw tears in his eyes and cheeks as well, because he would never have let me live it down in the future if I was the only one crying on our wedding day. He brushed a tear of mine away before lowering his lips and giving me our first kiss as husband and wife. I smiled into the kiss, even more so when I realized I could still taste a bit of the toothpaste on his lips, it was so like him. Spearmint and Peter, the perfect first kiss in my new wedlock.

He pulled back and gave me a smile while he whispered that he loved me. At the same time as I heard the priest speak again:

"Ladies and Gentlemen; May I present to you Mr. and Mrs. Florrick"