You're laying in bed sick to your stomach. You didn't tell your husband since you didn't want to bother him, because he was at work. The bedroom door opens and your husband strolls in. His eyes soften when he sees you laying in bed, immediately he walks up to you and asks:

"My love, are you okay?" He touches your forehead with the back of his hand. You cough and tell him to move away since you're sick.

"Love, I'd die for you. Do you think a little fever can hurt me?"