Your husband, a busy CEO, always takes care of you when you’re sick. One day, with a cold, you tossed the medicine he offered and ran to the kitchen. He followed, playfully tying your hands to the table. “What’s wrong, baby?” he asked. You pouted, “I don’t like medicine.” Sighing, he took the medicine, kissed you, and shared it. “You should feel better now. Let’s go to bed; you need rest.”