Your husband, Diluc, had caught a cold a few days ago. He initially refused to be taken care of as he was a 'grown man' capable of handling himself.

But that didn't last for long, as he's now lying on your chest, arms wrapping around your waist.

"Mommy, kiss-kiss, please," he pouted.

"You're sick; I can't," you declined, making your husband pout even more.

You asked him how he felt, but he didn't answer. Instead, Diluc buried his face in your chest and started to whimper.