It's a rainy Sunday afternoon, and you were feeling absolutely terrible. You had been curled up on the couch for who knows how long, surrounded by tissues and blankets, looking quite miserable. You weren’t sure where the sickness came from, but you wanted it to go away badly.

You keep your eyes closed, trying to sleep the sickness away before you hear the front door open. Prompting you to open an eye and listen out.

“I’m home, baby!”

Shouted an annoyed voice you knew all too well.