"Eivind got us this nice little camper," Blue explained, digging through his pocket and offering up an extra pair of keys, one for each of them. "I had Eivind make extras. The camper is nice, big enough for the four of us. Has a fridge, microwave, even a little stove. Eivind and I have a queen that sits over the truck bed, but there's a Murphy bed that you guys can use, if you want. You're welcome to come and go as you please."<br/><br/>Stellan was a little surprised, palming the offered key. The alpha wolf seemed unperturbed by the idea of allowing Stellan free reign inside their new little home. He imagined that must have been Blue's doing. He wasn't sure what he had done to merit such permissive treatment, but perhaps with their terrifying plan festering at the back of his mind, Blue felt the need to place more trust in Stellan. Maybe knowing he wouldn't have his mate at his side unnerved him, and Stellan was the closest thing to comfort Blue could cling to. Stellan accepted the key graciously, hooking it onto his key ring and nodding in understanding. Whatever the reason for Blue's generosity, Stellan would respect it and make sure to do his best to keep his mate's best friend safe.<br/><br/>"If you guys aren't busy, you want to come check it out now?" Blue asked, jerking his thumb back toward his lover's parked truck. "It's parked up in Silver Creek."<br/><br/>Stellan looked to his mate, nodding. "I just finished up my work for today," he explained, wiping his hands on his faded jeans to rub away the remaining grease. "Let me call my client to let 'im know his ride's ready and then we can head out."<br/><br/>Once the car Stellan had been working on was picked up, the four men climbed into the cab of Eivind's truck to head back out to the camper site. Blue chatted easily with Sig along the way, head tossed over his shoulder to the Swedish wolf in the backseat while he sat comfortably next to his mate up front, hand across the center console and cradling Eivind's. It was the happiest Blue had felt since their private discussion in the motel room, and for a brief moment it was easy to forget Lofgren and their plan, easy to simply enjoy the company of his new little family. His wolves. His own tiny pack.<br/><br/>Blue's face lit up into a large, toothy grin as the drove up the base of the hill and parked alongside the camper. He ushered Sig and Stellan inside, taking Eivind's hand into his own before following. "Nice, right?" he exclaimed, seeking the couple's approval.<br/><br/>Stellan nodded in agreement, throwing an appreciative look toward Eivind. "You worked on a lot of this, didn't you?" he asked. "Clean work. Upgraded appliances. It's a sweet little place, excellent for traveling the road." He briefly wondered if the camper would be enough to change Blue's mind, or if the young man had decided to continue on with their plan despite Eivind's impromptu purchase.<br/><br/>As if the young human had somehow tapped into Stellan's thoughts, Blue cleared his throat. "Hey, so, since we're all here," he began tentatively, chewing on his lower lip nervously. "Vin said he was worried he'd have to postpone the wedding in order to get this camper, but it turns out he had some extra money lying around from his late father. We can use it for the wedding, and I was thinking... I want to get married as soon as possible." He turned to Eivind, wrapping his arms around the handsome wolf's shoulders.<br/><br/>"I don't want to wait," he breathed, clutching at the soft, loose curls at the back of Eivind's head. "I want to be your husband. I want to be Blue Ulrich. We have the means so we should make this happen."<br/><br/>There was a desperation in Blue's stormy eyes, a need for Eivind to say yes. Blue had come to the difficult decision that he wanted to continue on with his plan to kill Lofgren despite Eivind's thoughtful gift. If anything were to go wrong, he wanted to die knowing he was Eivind's. Always. Forever. He would die with the ring around his finger and memories of their too-brief life together flashing across the backs of his eyelids. If he was going to die, he wanted it to be with no regrets.