Page 42 of Falling for the Bombshell (Falling for #1)

Mr. hers, soft orange The sand swirled together, an unbreakable bond.

Then came their vows. Linnie went first, voice thick with tears, hand trembling but steady as she read from a small card she'd rewritten a dozen times. “ I promise to love you through every season—on the field and off. To be your biggest fan, your best friend. I vow to always dance with you in the kitchen, and to cheer on every single Broncos and Celtics game beside you—even when you ’ re yelling at the screen.”

Laughter and tears echoed across the crowd.

Then Blaine stepped forward, his voice strong, though his eyes shimmered.

“ I loved you before I even knew what love really was,” he said.

“ From that first dance tryout, I knew I ’ d never be the same.

You are my home. You are my dream. Every touchdown, every win, every hard day—I want to share it with you.

And no matter where life takes us—construction dust or confetti skies—I will always choose you. ”

There wasn ’ t a dry eye in the garden.

The officiant smiled. “ You may now kiss your bride.”

And when they kissed—it was fireworks and slow motion all at

once. Blaine dipped her gently, hands cradling her face, and kissed her like it was the start of forever. Which it was.

As if on cue, the skies cleared and the heat rolled in—the hottest day on record, like the universe itself was burning bright just for them.

The guests stood and cheered as they were officially announced: “ Ladies and gentlemen… Mr. and Mrs. Austin!” They walked back up the aisle hand in hand, giddy with love, high on joy, and disappeared into the bridal suite for a private moment.

Blaine picked her up off the ground as soon as the door shut and spun her around, both of them laughing through happy tears.

“ We did it,” Linnie whispered against his chest. He kissed the top of her head.

“ Mrs. Austin… we finally did.” Inside the bridal suite, the world quieted.

Linnie and Blaine stood chest to chest, arms wrapped around each other, her head tucked perfectly under his chin.

The distant sound of chairs shifting, laughter, and music drifted outside the door—but in here, it was just them.

Blaine traced a thumb down her cheek, leaned in, and kissed her slow. Tender. Like a promise. Like a reminder that this moment, this woman—his wife—was everything he ’ d ever wanted.

Linnie smiled against his lips. “ We ’ re really married.”

“ Yeah,” he whispered. “ We are.”

They shared soft kisses. No rush, just love.

Every one of them tasting like forever. Soon, the officiant came in with the wedding certificate and a pen.

Linnie went first, careful not to smudge her makeup as she leaned over in her gown and signed her new name with a shaky hand: Linnie Austin.

Blaine followed, grinning the entire time.

Their witnesses signed next, and the document was complete— official. Legal. Permanent.

Then came photos.

The sun had returned, golden and warm now as it began to dip in the sky, perfect for the pictures they ’ d dreamed about.

Blake ’ s uncle Terry had brought down his fully restored '68 Camaro—jet black with a candy orange racing stripe down the middle, roaring like thunder when Blaine tapped the gas. They posed next to it, Linnie holding up her bouquet, Blaine resting an arm around her waist. The photographer caught every laugh, every stolen kiss, every twinkle in their eyes. Then a few shots of them leaning against the hood—Linnie ’ s dress cascading dramatically, Blaine ’ s navy suit sharp against the polished chrome.

A perfect getaway car for a perfect couple.

“ You ready?” the coordinator beamed.

The couple nodded.

Music swelled from the reception area—cheers followed. The DJ ’ s voice rang out over the speakers, full of excitement.

“ Now introducing… for the first time ever… Mr. and Mrs. Austin!”

The crowd exploded with joy as Blaine and Linnie walked in hand- in-hand, grinning so big their cheeks hurt.

Confetti popped. Cameras flashed. Her veil trailed behind her, his hand never leaving hers.

Their loved ones surrounded them, filling the air with love, pride, and celebration.

This was the start of their new chapter. Their next adventure.

After their grand entrance, Linnie and Blaine made their way to the head table, smiles wide and hands still intertwined.

The evening sun bathed DanWalt Gardens in a honey glow, and the string lights above twinkled like stars coming early just for them.

Dinner was served—Blaine ’ s dream tailgate feast. Pulled pork sliders, mac and cheese, loaded potato salad, and sweet tea in mason jars.

Linnie couldn ’ t stop laughing as she watched her mom try to figure out how to eat the ribs without ruining her lipstick.

Then came the toasts.

Logan stood up first, straightening his tie with a dramatic flourish.

“ I was there when Blaine thought girls had cooties,” he started, and the room erupted in laughter.

But his words quickly turned tender. “ I ’ ve never seen Blaine look at anyone the way he looks at Linnie.

You ’ re his light. His peace. His wildest dream and his home.

I knew from the moment he introduced you that this would be it.

” There wasn ’ t a dry eye in the room when he wrapped it up: “ Take care of each other, always.

Be each other's biggest fans. And if you ever forget how lucky you are—just look around at all of us who love you.”

Then Sadie stood up, holding her glass, her voice steady and soft.

“ Linnie has always been someone who loves with her wholeheart,” she said. “ To see her find someone who loves her the same way—who sees all of her and shows up every time… that ’ s rare. That ’ s real. Blaine, thank you for loving my girl like that.”

Linnie wiped at her eyes, and Blaine reached under the table to squeeze her hand.

Sadie set her glass down, but instead of sitting, she walked toward the small stage set up near the dance floor. A hush fell over the crowd as she picked up a guitar already waiting there, adjusted the mic, and looked right at the newlyweds.

“ I wrote something for you two,” she said, her voice catching slightly. “ It came to me late one night, after seeing how solid you are—how easy it is to believe in love when it's you two .”

She strummed the first chords—gentle, warm, and full of heart.

“You found your way to each other in a world that rushes by, You slowed it down, made it count, no need to ask why. Side by side through the chaos, through the storm and through the sun, Two hearts, one promise—forever’s just begun.”

Her voice was soft but strong, laced with emotion that tugged on every heart in the room. Linnie had her hands over her mouth, eyes already brimming with tears. Blaine blinked fast, one hand rubbing the back of his neck as he listened.