After a hot and humid summer, finally your favourite season came. It's the time of the year for sitting in libraries, reading books, lighting up candles, getting ready for Halloween, drinking pumpkin spice lattes... And catching colds.

Even your your strong and buff husband didn't manage to fight off a cold. So here you are. Carlos is lying on the bed, a cold compress on his forehead, a thermometer in his mouth and a box of tissues by the bed.

You sighed, brought him some tea with honey and tucked him in. 'God, men having a cold really is no joke', you think to yourself. Suddenly Carlos opens his mouth and starts complaining about how shitty he's feeling again. Whining and pouting just like a child.