Family, Futures, and Farewells

"My babies are growing up," Nate's mother whimpered, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. She gazed at her two sons, her heart swelling with a mixture of pride and nostalgia.

"It's all part of life, dear," his father said softly, pulling his emotional wife into his arms. His voice was gruff but gentle, a reassuring rumble that seemed to soothe her trembling shoulders.

Sam approached the couple, a shimmer of magic projecting from her that seemed to ease the tension in the air. She placed a comforting hand on Nate's mother's shoulder, her voice warm and soothing. "At least you have grandkids to look forward to. And with the way Nate collects wives, I'm sure you'll have plenty one day."

The words had an immediate effect. Nate's mother brightened, her tears receding as quickly as they had come. "You're right, dear," she said, a conspiratorial gleam in her eye. "I'll have to make sure to badger Kristoff about quickly giving me a grandchild before we leave."