As Eivind had wished, the evening passed by splendidly, leaving Blue high on elation. Their dinner was delicious, their special bottle of wine was imbibed with great enthusiasm, just as it had been that night at Christner's Steak House. Their first official date. After the cake was cut and passed around among their guests, Blue's parents made their way to the couple's table.<br/><br/>"I'm so happy for you, Stormy," Katherine squealed, hugging her tall, lanky son to her chest. She reached up to pet his dark hair, tears welling at the corners of her eyes. "You're so handsome."<br/><br/>"Thank you, Mom," Blue laughed, returning his mother's affection. He kissed her cheek, holding her for a moment before letting go. Papa stood close, face stern as it always was.<br/><br/>"Thank you for coming, Papa," the newlywed said gently, nodding. Louis mirrored his son, tilting his head before holding out his hands.<br/><br/><i>"Tu viens ici à moi, Blue."<br/>
</i><br/>Blue acquiesced, approaching his father and freezing as the stoic man wrapped his arms around him. Louis patted Blue on the back, speaking quietly into his ear.<i>"Tu es un bon fils. Et Eivind est un homme bon. Je t'aime, et j'espère que tu es heureuse, mon petit aventurier."<br/>
</i><br/>Blue's mouth twitched into a smile. He wrapped his arms around his father's torso, burying his face into his broad shoulder. "I am happy, Papa."<br/><br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/><br/>It was late by the time Blue and Eivind were tucked away in their newlywed cabin, the same one Blue used to change into his tuxedo. His cheeks were warm with flush, overwhelmed with joy and wine. Their guests had all left, everyone except Stellan and Sig who had rented a little room of their own for the night, not too far away but enough to give the couple privacy. Blue and his love were alone. And married.<br/><br/>"Come here, my husband," Blue purred, holding out his arms as he leaned against the door to the cabin. His bow tie had been removed and discarded somewhere, though Blue forgot where. The top few buttons of his dress shirt were open, exposing the soft creamy skin of his chest, the small little tuft of black hair.<br/><br/>"It was perfect. Everything was perfect. I couldn't have asked for a better day or a better husband. We should celebrate tonight. Our way." He grinned, biting his lower lip playfully.<br/><br/>"Run with me."