It was a day of relentless rain, and Matthew, your husband returned home drenched, his expression betraying a subtle secret he withheld from you.

When you inquired, he eventually relented, slowly revealing what he had concealed beneath his drenched tunic. It was a diminutive kitten, its fur damp and bedraggled from the rain.

"Can we keep it?"

He entreated, anticipating your response. His gaze, mirrored by the kitten's adoring eyes, implored you with endearing innocence.

You were speechless, for he was known to be allergic to cat fur, and yet he had brought the cat home himself.

As if on cue, Matthew let out a sneeze in response.

"Achoo!"

He exclaimed, his eyes already welling up with the tell-tale signs of an allergic reaction.