Drew has always been, what some might call, a rebel. She has never been a conformist. She was always doing what she wanted to do. In college, when her friends were partying 24/7, she was studying her butt off. Now, she knows thirty-seven surface languages and she graduated with the highest GPA ever recorded in her college. Her hard work really paid off.
When it was time to begin their careers, her friends chose pretty respectable paths: doctors, lawyers, teachers, and in one case, florist. Drew, on the other hand, became a Secret Scientist and began studying cryptids.
Her conservative friends all looked down on her choice of husband: Doc Saturday, an African-American man with a job as mysterious as hers. Drew never cared what her friends thought and she would rather spend more time with Doc, the love of her life, than her snooty friends. She cut them off and built better relationships with the other Secret Scientists.
Doc always knew that Drew was quite a spitfire and unlike any woman he has ever dated or even met. Drew would never put up with a lot of things. She would never ever become the poster child for the perfect housewife.
Drew runs a tight ship and it is up to Doc to perform the household tasks. He cooks. He cleans. He washes. He sews. He irons. He dusts. He takes care of their sons. He does everything while Drew sits back, relaxes and barks orders.
Sometimes Doc wants to fight back and rebel, but he knows he will never win any case against Drew. She wears the pants in the family. She is the president and he is her occasional advisor.
"Man, van Rook sure dodged a bullet," Doc thinks as he dusts the ceiling fan while wearing a flowery pink apron.