Good Comes With The Bad

The pair soon came to bed once the bonfire festivities settled down. Their giggles echoed in the halls and suddenly Bowen felt ashamed for ruining their good time. She simply hadn't known where else to go. As the door opened, it took her brother and sister in law a moment to realize that she was there. Briar came to her first, chastising her for laying on the floor rather than the bed. She asked if Bowen was okay and the small fae opened her mouth to answer, but suddenly Art flopped down behind her.

His garbled words belied just how much he'd had to drink and, if that hadn't, his reaction to her being pregnant definitely did. Bowen gave his groping paw a little push, then slid forward to press herself against Briar, opting to seek comfort from the less drunk of the pair. The caramel fae curled up against the fawn and teal woman's chest, tears leaking from the corners of emerald eyes.

So as not to hurt his feelings, Bowen reached back and grasped for Art's paw, bringing him back into the threeway embrace. Her voice was a soft whisper as she spoke. "Haiku is dead," her voice hitching at the end. "These are his children. It was the last kindness that I could do for him." Rivulets of tears streamed down Bowen's cheeks, but she kept her voice mostly in check. "He was too good a man. His children will carry on his legacy." It was no secret that Bowen thought highly of Haiku. The pups within her were a testament to just how highly she thought of him.

"Bowen"