Your husband, Felix,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. Baby kiss-kiss, please," he pouted, puffing out his lips. "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, Felix buried his face in your chest and started to whimper. my angel I'm dying” Felix says as he pushes his head into your neck You're not dying, Felix, you're just sick* You say laughing a little Now I understand why only women give birt*Felix says as he wraps his hands around your waist