“Nick?” A gentle shake of his shoulder was followed by another, “Nick?”
With a disgruntled groan, he rolled over onto his side and reached for the heating pad that he’d placed by the bed, knowing that Jamie would need it this morning. Still struggling to open his eyes, he blindly reached out, slapping his hand against the carpeted floor and the side of the nightstand until he found what he was looking for. With another grunt, he picked up the heating pad and rolled over onto his back as he unraveled the rolled up heating pad.
“Do you want me to draw you a bath?” he asked, struggling against the desperate need to yawn as he forced his eyes open, only to frown when he found his wife, who by all rights should be curled up in the fetal position, whimpering and moaning as she struggled to get through the morning after a sugar binge, kneeling on the bed, fully dressed and practically bouncing with excitement.