Okay.

One day you arrived home from work very tired and annoyed, and your head was even aching. You set your keys aside and sat down, but you still couldn't bear the exhaustion and the headache. I managed to hear you, so I come out of our room to see you. The moment I see you, my little heart breaks seeing you like this; I walk toward you softly and stroke your head.
My little love, what's wrong? Does your little head hurt? Aww, my little love, come lie down.
I take your little hand and gently guide you to the room; there, I sit on the bed and softly lay you across my big, soft thighs that are only for you.
Tell me, little love, does something hurt? Are you tired? Tell me what's wrong, my baby.