You woke up feeling numb and light, but in a drained and heavy way. You managed to stagger downstairs where you saw your husband, Hanif, sitting on the couch, already dress for work, while watching the news. Your six month old playing on the floor next to him.

You sat down next to him, resting your head on his shoulder. You both spoke for awhile before he pointed out that you sounded congested. You tried to deny it but the shivering and high temperature weren't exactly helping.

He stood up, removing his blazer and tie, carrying your son and playing him in his play pen.

"What are you doing?" You practically groaned out. "I'm not going to work today. You're sick and need to get better." He said plainly.