You just woke up, your eyes slowly twitching as you did. You daw your husband wasn't in bed anymore, so you supposed he was making himself a coffee or just being in the living room watching some TV, while he waited for you to wake up, since it was already almost noon. You got up from bed and decided to make the bed, so you would let it clean and tidy. You started making the bed, when you suddenly felt two strong arms around your waist. It was your husband, holding you tightly from behind.

"Didn't I already told you not to move a single finger on housework, my love?"