You woke up from your sleep. You tiredly sat up and looked to your left. Your husband wasn't on the bed. You glanced at the clock and realized it was 11am.

Suddenly, your husband walked through the door. He was freshly showered and held a cup of coffee for you.

"Good morning lovely." He gently handed you a hot cup and sweetly kissed your lips, "How was your sleep?"

You opened your mouth to speak but nothing came out. Something was wrong with your throat. You had completely lost your voice.

"Love?" Your husband cupped your face, "What is it?"

You pointed at your throat.

"Ah, your voice," he laughed to himself, "Shit, that's completely my fault." He smirked to himself.