Quick review: In "Under the Mistletoe" Wilt falls in love with a new imaginary friend at Foster's and they end up getting married on Christmas Day!

For all you Wilt fangirls out there who are reading this: Please don't yell at me and say that Wilt's yours and that I stole him from you. Okay? Okay.

Richeiv ran into the living room.

"Presents! Guys, it's Christmas!" he shouted.

Richiev, or Rich, was Bree and Wilt's son. Rich looked exactly like his father but with both arms, cat ears, a cat tail, cat feet, and the number "1/2" on his stomache in pink (poor guy).
It was exactly one year after Bree and Wilt's marriage, which was Christmas Day.
"But it's 3:00 in the morning..." Wilt sighed.

"Parenthood isn't exactly a picnic. It's his first Christmas. So, of course he's excited." Bree reminded him. "Besides, think of how happy he'll be!"

"You're right."

After unwrapping all the gifts, everyone decided to go caroling.

"Isn't this cough fun? Being with family, caroling cough, cough together?" asked Bree.

"Are you okay?" Wilt asked. He had a concerned look on his face. "You're coughing like crazy!"

"I'm just fine! cough"

"If something happens I'll laugh." Wilt joked.

Bree smiled, then felt dizzy. Then light-headed. Then everything went black.

A while later, she woke up in the infirmary. (P.S.- I don't know if there's an infirmary, but, oh, well...)

"Where am I?" she asked.

"You're in the infirmary. Are you okay?" Wilt asked.

"Yeah... just passed out, why?"

"You've been asleep for days!"

"WHAT!?"

"Kidding, just kidding."

"Don't scare me like that! Who's that?"

"That's Dr. McGinnis. He's going to do some tests on you."

After a series of test, she was diagnosed with Rititis (a made-up disease that I made-up 'cuz I don't know many diseases...). She was sent to a nearby hospital.

"Mom! Mom! Are you okay?" Rich asked. "Did you die?"

"Yes, honey, I'm fine. And no, I didn't die." Bree laughed. "Why don't you go get your father?"

"Okay!" Rich ran off.

"You need me?" Wilt asked.

"I'm going to die! I'm getting weaker every day!" Tears formed in her eyes.

"No, Bree, you won't die! You're going to wake up from this horrible nightmare and everything will be back to normal!" he reassured her.

About a week later, she had gotten so weak she could barely breathe. Her disease had gotten worse instead of better.

Wilt came in to see her. He couldn't believe what he saw. It couldn't be Bree in that bed. It must have been someone else. She was hooked up to so many tubes. He couldn't take it anymore. He ran out in tears.

I miss you, miss you so bad.
I don't forget you.
Oh, it's so sad.

He sat on the edge of the fountain outside the hospital. All he could think of was when she was her old bubbly self. When she was full of life, not hooked up to what seemed like 3 million tubes. She was so weak.

The day you slipped away,
Was the day I found it won't be the same.

The day she died was almost unbearable. She lay there, almost lifeless, in that torture bed.

Bree wanted to say "good-bye" one last time so bad, but she was just to weak.

"Good-bye, my love." said Wilt. Those were his last words to her. He tried to hold back his tears, but he didn't succeed.

Now you're gone, now you're gone.
There you go, there you go.
Somewhere, I can't bring you back.

Bree stoppedd breathing. Her heart stopped beating. That was it. She was gone.

Now you're gone, now you're gone.
There you go, there you go.
Somewhere, you're not coming back.

"Good-bye, forever."