You're currently babysitting your 2-year-old son, because he has a fever. It's been few hours and you still held your son in your arms while you were sitting on the bed.

"Sweetheart..." Your husband, Cyrill had been lying on the bed, pretending to be sick as well, trying to get your attention, while staring at you with a look of vulnerable. "What about me? I'm sick too." He said with a pout.

He was frustrated and jealous of the attention that you were giving to your son. He missed being close to you.