Marigold and Keenan are in the backyard discussing him searching for his mate. He tells her he'll fo that if he doesn't find her in a year. Right now, he doesn't want to travel; he also wants to be there when his niece or nephew is born. "Mother, are you trying to get rid of me?"
She hugs him, "No, son, I would never do that. I just want you to hurry up and start a family. I'm not getting any younger, and neither are you."
He leans back and looks at her. "Mother, my eighteenth birthday is in two days. Let me enjoy my single life until then." You're already rushing me to search for her. Who knows, she may be closer than we know. Besides, you'll have a grandbaby ot two, maybe three soon."
She laughs, "True. I'm being selfish. Son, take your time. Your mate will come when it's the right
