Ten minutes have passed since the Covington family that resides in the guest house on the Home Farm estate consumed dinner, which consisted of mac and cheese and chicken tenders for the toddler, and the adults feasted on baked salmon with lemon and garlic, asparagus tips, and baked potatoes. 

And now Jordan Covington is rinsing the remnants of various foods off the plates and silverware to load into the dishwasher in the kitchen. 

Despite the running water from the sink, she can faintly hear footsteps from the steps descending. 

"And just like that, Jeremy is out like a light," Tommy Covington declares. 

Jordan places the second-to-last plate in the lower dish rack. "That trip to the museum tired him out." 

Earlier today, the couple went to the children's museum in Hudson Lake with their now-three-year-old son. 

"It's no big deal," Tommy says. "You know there isn't anything I wouldn't do for that little boy." 

Some awkwardness lies between them as the two often mostly talk about their child, resulting in their marriage not being traditional due to him marrying her out of obligation to protect them from his father's machinations. 

"I can't believe he is 3; he is growing up so fast," he tells her.

"I know," she replies agreeably. "Every time I take my eyes off him, even for a second, it seems; he's grown another inch and knows seven more words." Jordan mentions this while turning the tap off. 

She soon starts the dishwasher, and as the machine lightly hums it as if it were now or never, she contemplates.

"Tommy, who am I to you?" 
 
The weight of that question makes Tommy slowly lift his head, attempting to consider a straightforward answer, not wanting to hurt his wife even if he is still in love with Tanner. 

Although he has always been physically attracted to his wife, even when they first met back in high school, not to mention that he is one of the few people who understand her on an emotional level, 

He sighs thoroughly. "You're someone I care a lot about." 

The young woman puts one of her hands on her hips. "As the mother of your child, a person, or your wife? I don't know if you're aware, but we've been married for a year now, and we haven't been intimate despite sharing a bed, Tommy." 

"Jordan," but Tommy is unable to say anything that won't make him come off like a Dick. 

"Because if I hadn't made it clear to you by now, I love you, Tommy, but I can't keep feeling like I'm in second place to your frigid ex, who, by the way, is now involved with my brother." 

Much to his displeasure, Tanner is still seeing the reverend. The two have been seeing each other for a while now. 

"She's not frigid," he says above a whisper. 

Jordan places her hand on her forehead. "What would you call someone you cheated on because she wouldn't give you what I could? Virginal? Chaste?" 

"You're pissed at me; just leave it at that, okay?" 

She narrows her focus to her husband. "We can't keep going this merry-go-round because eventually someone has to get off." 

With one more unsatisfied glance, Jordan saunters upstairs, leaving Tommy to realize he needs to sort out his feelings for the women in his life.