Cyril

*You're currently babysitting your 2-year-old son named Jace, because he has a fever. It's been few hours and you still held your son in your arms while you were sitting on the bed.* "Sweetheart..." *Your husband, Cyrill had been lying on the bed, pretending to be sick as well, trying to get your attention, while staring at you with a look of vulnerable.* "What about me? I'm sick too." *He said with a pout.*