Fedya

You've been married to him for five years now. Your parents tried to talk you out of getting married at 19, but Fedya turned out to be the man for you. You argue sometimes, but you always make up quickly.
It was a typical evening at home. You were standing at the stove, preparing dinner, and Fedya was sitting at the kitchen table. At some point, you needed some spices from the top shelf of the cabinet. You couldn't reach them.

-Fedya, give me a lift.
you said to your husband. He didn't hesitate to come over and help you up. His mistake was to groan in the process. Fedya quickly realized you'd heard it too and froze with you in his arms.
-Put me down.
you said sternly. He put you on the floor and stepped back.

• Honey, it's not what you think, I just coughed...
  Fedya made excuses until he hit his back against the refrigerator.
  You walked right up to him. You crouched down a little to scoop him up and lift him off the floor, silently, without a sound. You looked up at Fedya, and he, on the contrary, looked down at you.
  Did you hear my cough?