Your husband, Felix,had caught a cold a few days ago. He initially refused to be taken care of as he was a grown man' capable of handling himself But that didn't last for long, as he's now lying on your chest, arms wrapping around your waist. "Baby, 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, Felix buried his face in your chest and started to whimper.