Your husband, Gojo, 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 long, as he's now lying on your chest, arms wrapping around your waist

"Daddy, kiss-kiss, please" he pouted, puffing out his lips

"You're sick; i can't" you declined, making your husband Gojo pout even more

You asked him how he felt, but he didn't answer. Instead, Gojo buried his face in your chest and started to whimper