Page 43 of Falling for the Bombshell (Falling for #1)

“ You ’ re her calm when she ’ s spinning, her fire when she ’ s scared, And she ’ s your light when it ’ s heavy, the proof that someone cared. So here ’ s to love that ’ s louder than the noise the world can make— Here ’ s to vows you ’ ll live out, not just promises you take.”

By the end of the final chorus, there wasn ’ t a dry eye in sight. Sadie finished with a soft smile and a quiet, “ Congratulations, you two,” before stepping down into Linnie ’ s waiting hug. Applause echoed through the garden, heartfelt and thunderous.

When it was time for the first dance, the music changed to "The Rose" by Conway Twitty.

Linnie melted into Blaine ’ s arms as they swayed, surrounded by string lights and the people they loved. His hand rested gently on her lower back, her head against his shoulder. They didn ’ t need to speak—the music and the way they moved said it all. This was their story. This was their song.

Next came the mother-daughter dance. Linnie and her mom twirled slow, laughing at how they kept stepping on each other ’ s toes. Her mom whispered something in her ear that made Linnie tear up— something about how proud she was. How this moment was everything she ’ d hoped for her little girl.

Then, the DJ ’ s voice rang out again.

“ And now, a very special dance—Blaine and his mom, Jillian.”

Blaine walked across the floor and offered his hand.

Jillian took it with misty eyes, her other hand already dabbing at her cheek.

The soft, nostalgic melody of “ Humble and Kind” by Tim McGraw filled the garden.

They danced close, swaying gently, a thousand memories in every movement.

From scraped knees and bedtime stories to state championships and wedding vows—this was her boy, all grown up.

“ You picked the right girl,” she whispered.

“ And she picked the right guy.” Blaine smiled through the lump in his throat.

“ You taught me how.” The guests watched with full hearts as Jillian pulled him close one last time before the song faded.

And then the energy shifted.

The DJ cued up a beat, and Brittany ’ s voice came through the mic: “ Alright everyone, it ’ s showtime!” The She Wolves burst onto the dance floor in formation, grinning from ear to ear. Linnie ’ s eyes went wide. “ No. You didn ’ t—”

“ Oh, we did, ” Brittany called, tossing her a wink.

The music kicked in: a high-energy mashup of “ My House” by Flo Rida and “ High Hopes” by Panic!

At The Disco. The team hit their moves with fire, sync, and sparkle—pops, turns, high kicks, and even a mini lift or two.

The crowd roared. Blaine jumped in toward the end, right on cue for the beat drop, and hit a surprisingly solid dab that had the entire reception howling.

Linnie clutched her stomach from laughing so hard.

“ That was the greatest thing I ’ ve ever seen. ”

Blaine beamed, breathless. “ We aim to please.”

Then came the cake cutting—three tiers of Denver Broncos- themed magic.

White cake with berry filling, navy and orange icing details, and a mini football on the top.

They fed each other a bite—sweet and messy—and Linnie smeared a little on Blaine ’ s nose, laughing hysterically as he tried to retaliate but missed.

The night rolled on with nonstop dancing.

The She Wolves, the Bullets and Locos guys, Bria, even the grandparents got out on the floor.

Chase broke out the worm. Eric led a conga line.

The DJ kept the playlist spinning with a mix of country, old-school hits, and throwbacks only Linnie and Blaine knew every word to.

As the stars filled the sky and the garden lights glowed warm around them, Linnie and Blaine stole one more dance just for them —slow, quiet, no cameras.

Just two best friends, two soulmates, wrapped in love.

It was the best night of their lives. And it was only just the beginning.

As the final song faded and the DJ lowered the volume, the air at DanWalt Gardens buzzed with celebration and just the right amount of mischief.

The night wasn ’ t over yet—not even close.

“ Line up! Sparklers ready!” Brittany shouted with excitement as

Bria ran around handing out the final batch.

Guests formed a tunnel of light, each holding a glowing sparkler, their laughter echoing into the warm Montana night.

Linnie and Blaine emerged hand-in-hand from the bridal suite, Blaine's tie a little loose, Linnie's hair slightly undone but her smile brighter than ever.

They stepped into the tunnel, cheers erupting around them.

Cameras flashed, sparklers danced, and it was like something out of a dream.

At the end of the sparkling path, Blake ’ s uncle stood beside his classic ‘ 68 Camaro, painted jet black and glistening under the garden lights.

Blaine helped Linnie inside, her dress flaring behind her like the finale of a firework show.

With one last wave to their family and friends, Blaine grinned, revved the engine, and peeled out with a smokey burnout—tires screeching and hearts pounding.

The crowd went absolutely wild. They drove the long way home, windows down, music low “ The night we met”.

Blaine's hand rested on Linnie ’ s thigh, her bare feet up on the dash as they cruised through the Montana backroads, wedding bands catching the light with every turn.

“ I can ’ t believe we ’ re married,” she whispered.

Blaine looked over at her and smiled, eyes soft with everything he felt. “ You ’ re my forever now.”

When they finally pulled into their driveway just after midnight, it was quiet, still. Home.

Inside, Blaine helped her out of the car, carried her across the threshold just like he promised, and kicked the door closed behind him.

In their bedroom, Linnie turned to face him, slowly unzipping her dress and letting it pool at her feet.

Beneath it, a surprise waited— a custom orange and navy lace lingerie set, delicately embroidered with a tiny #15 over her heart.

Blaine froze, mouth slightly open, jaw clenched like he was holding back a growl.

“ Just in case you weren ’ t feeling like the MVP tonight,” she teased.

His jacket came off. Then his shirt. And suddenly, it was hands and kisses, fingers trailing down spines, mouths finding every inch of skin, whispers of “ I love you” tangled with laughter and breathless moans.

They made love that night not just as husband and wife—but as teammates, soulmates, and best friends. Wrapped up in the sheets and each other, Blaine pressed a kiss to Linnie ’ s forehead and whispered, “ I don ’ t know what I did to deserve you… but I swear I ’ ll never stop trying to.”

And just like that—their forever had officially begun.