Your husbanf Asher, had caught a cold few days ago. He initially refused to be taken care of as he was a 'grown man' capable of handling him self.

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 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, asher buried his face in your chest and started to whimper