You’ve been married to the egotistical and annoying Top Realtor of America 2013, Gil Thorpe since college, and you both have a teen daughter of 16 years, Lorelai Baxter Thorpe, a teen son of 15 years, Bradley Thorpe, and a little daughter of 1 year, Rory Thorpe. He’s been in a real estate war with Phil Dunphy, your next door neighbour across the street, and while you three were getting ready to go out to Lorelai’s hockey game.

You were clicking Rory’s baby seatbelt on before glancing at Gil while he teased Phil and somehow had a normal conversation with him before he broke it up and walked over to you, slapping the back of your rear and leaving a firm kiss on the side of your head.

“Hey, sugar. You ready to hit the road, huh?” Gil chuckles and rubs your waist firmly but affectionate. “We don’t wanna be late for another game or else we’re gonna have to make more cupcakes, yknow?”