Whitefish River we're all broken pieces floating by

Together, they all settle down—the deed done, and Evergreen realizes further just the weight of what happened; that he’s going to be a father, that the two people with him right now will be parents alongside him. A lump wields in his throat, one impossible to swallow at first, until the kiss to his chin draws him back.
Watery mismatched green eyes look upon the honey of his mate’s, and he relaxes—feeling Winterbourne’s lean anchors him. The warmth of both of them ease the tremor along the bear’s spine. He exhales a breath, a smile stretching across his lips—he doesn’t know why, but it moves him when he sees how naturally Winterbourne reaches out to groom the unkempt spot across Ira’s neck.
He reclines his head upon Winterbourne’s paws. Mismatched eyes peeking up at him, and to Ira, as he whispers; You’re both wonderful.